So, I just got back from Chris Cappello’s first full band show at The Space, and I’m both super sad and super impressed.
I arrived right as The Human Fly, also known as Robert Mathis, was preparing for an adventurous combination of poetry and moody acoustic music. His set felt like a too-brief taste of an interesting and perfect blend of expression narrated by his dark, Grunge-y vocals. Either aspect of his set could’ve stood alone, but together, they wove a madman’s narrative that I’d love to explore. 
Following him was the second performance by Jack Tomascak that I’ve seen, and I have the feeling that each will be even better than the last. He’s a one man post-hardcore band, producing an entire group’s worth of melodic guitar lines and addictive vocals. He made creative use of effects pedals and other recordings, making the set more experimental and varied. The added volume allowed for a nod to Snowing with a Pixies-like sound, alternating from whispers to cacophony in a heartbeat. I’ve been to a lot of concerts in the past few years, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone throw themselves into the music with as much shocking intensity as Jack did.
This was the first time I saw Chris perform outside of school, or with his full band, and both changes added life to an already emotive sound. The mix of old and new songs in the set list made me both eager to revisit his first album, I’m Not Afraid of My Own Name, and await his upcoming release, Could Be Bitter Forever. With the new, electric accompaniment, there wasn’t a dull moment in the audience; the crisp drumming, thudding bass, and screaming guitar propelled their murmurs and yells. The only thing that equaled the raucous or tender delivery was the lyrics, which I identify with almost more than anything else. Anger, grief, fear, frustration and nostalgia have never sounded so good, and have never provided such a warm welcome for the summer. 

So, I just got back from Chris Cappello’s first full band show at The Space, and I’m both super sad and super impressed.

I arrived right as The Human Fly, also known as Robert Mathis, was preparing for an adventurous combination of poetry and moody acoustic music. His set felt like a too-brief taste of an interesting and perfect blend of expression narrated by his dark, Grunge-y vocals. Either aspect of his set could’ve stood alone, but together, they wove a madman’s narrative that I’d love to explore. 

Following him was the second performance by Jack Tomascak that I’ve seen, and I have the feeling that each will be even better than the last. He’s a one man post-hardcore band, producing an entire group’s worth of melodic guitar lines and addictive vocals. He made creative use of effects pedals and other recordings, making the set more experimental and varied. The added volume allowed for a nod to Snowing with a Pixies-like sound, alternating from whispers to cacophony in a heartbeat. I’ve been to a lot of concerts in the past few years, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone throw themselves into the music with as much shocking intensity as Jack did.

This was the first time I saw Chris perform outside of school, or with his full band, and both changes added life to an already emotive sound. The mix of old and new songs in the set list made me both eager to revisit his first album, I’m Not Afraid of My Own Name, and await his upcoming release, Could Be Bitter Forever. With the new, electric accompaniment, there wasn’t a dull moment in the audience; the crisp drumming, thudding bass, and screaming guitar propelled their murmurs and yells. The only thing that equaled the raucous or tender delivery was the lyrics, which I identify with almost more than anything else. Anger, grief, fear, frustration and nostalgia have never sounded so good, and have never provided such a warm welcome for the summer.