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June 27-July 3, 2002
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You'll read me recommending an instrumental band about as often as you'll read me writing in first person. Well, here I am doing both. Generally, I think either endeavor is a distastefully indulgent thing for a listener/reader to endure: The "look at me" crap bores me, because who cares what Weezer song reminds which rock dork of getting beat up in third grade? And instrumental bands, well, they usually come off too artsy to me -- standing up there on stage all snobbylike, plotting intricate but ultimately cacophonous symphonies, pretending pop is beneath them, never speaking directly to the people. Think how much more fun and accessible the Orchestra would be with some boy-girl vocals going "la la la." (Man. See how indulgent this has been so far?) The Oxes, a Baltimore two-guitars-and-drums trio, break the mold, or at least the stereotype, for vocalist-free bands. Armed and wireless, the two axemen wandered through the Balcony crowd the last time they were in town, bumming cigarettes while playing loud metal-ish rock and having a good time. I liked it.
Sat., June 29, 8 p.m., $8, with Technician and Thought Streams, The Balcony, 10th and Arch sts., 215-922-LIVE.
