SOUNDTRACK: MATTIEL-NonCOMM (May 16, 2019).
I’ve been hearing a lot about Mattiel–she (they) were even supposed to open for a show I as going to (but they were replaced at some point). I thought I didn’t know their music, but when they played the last song of this set “Keep the Change” that I realized I’d heard it on WXPN quite a lot.
This is another set where the blurb is off. It mentions the song “Heck Fire” which they didn’t play and only lists four songs in the setlist when, indeed, there were five.
Mattiel‘s five-song set [gave] their audience a taste of Satis Factory, their upcoming June release. Lead singer Mattiel Brown was backed by a four-piece band that really knows how to rock.
Their set began with “Rescue You.” Brown wasted no time getting started; her energy was immediately through the roof as she commanded the crowd’s attention with soulful yelps.
I am rather puzzled by what Mattiel actually plays. They are described as garage rock and I guess that’s true. Although this song has a real honky-tonk feel, bordering on an outlaw country vibe.
The second song “Je Ne Me Connais Pas” is indeed sung in French ( I wondered why I couldn’t understand the chanted chorus. It’s primarily a sharp repeated guitar melodies. The full band kicks in during the catchy chorus.
“Food for Thought” opens with a slow bass and a lurching melody. I really started to like them by this song. Things slowed down slightly for “Millionaire” which has a grungy riff and a chanted oh oh oh
The set concluded with “Keep the Change”, the first single that Mattiel released.
It’s an obvious single–upbeat and catchy with a sweet guitar melody and a sing along chorus:
I’ve wasted all my time
Don’t pay me any mind.
I’ll bet they are fun live.
[READ: June 1, 2020] “The Passenger”
This story takes a surprising twist that turns it from one thing into something else–without ever losing the tone and ideas behind the original idea.
I was intrigued to read this opening line. I guess in 2000 it was timely, now in 2020 it seems so passe.
I have a ring in my nose and a ring in my navel, and people make assumptions about me. None of them are true. I’m not a punk or slave, a biker chick or a fashion bug.
A slave?
The narrator, Babe is 23. She drives a limo around Los Angeles. Her dispatcher is darkly humorous–possibly the only thing that can get her through the day.
She has a pickup at LAX (Ex-Lax). They are a couple named Chin. This was written before 9/11 so it’s interesting how much grief she is given at the airport even before then. (more…)
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