[ATTENDED: March 23, 2019] Dilly Dally
I can’t believe it was actually two and a half years since I last saw Dilly Dally. I was rather looking forward to seeing them again–their new album is great–an evolution but not a reinvention.
Then our Guster show was cancelled and placed on this very night. Coincidentally, in the same building! Guster was going to play the large venue of the Fillmore while Dilly Dally was scheduled to play upstairs in the Foundry.
The Guster show was great, but since Dilly Dally started an hour later, I thought I’d see if they were still playing as we walked out. The bouncer guy was rather surprised that I had a ticket for both shows. But I showed him my ticket and with S’s blessing, I went upstairs to see a song or two (I was bummed and a little surprised they wouldn’t let her up since the show was more or less over). The bouncer guy said they had the room until 11:15. It was barely after ten when I went upstairs (S. said she didn’t mind waiting for ten minutes, but understandably, not an hour).
There was no way to see opener Chastity:
Brandon Williams makes resonant songs that capture isolation and resilience. As the songwriter behind Chastity, the Whitby Ontario musician has made three unrelentingly perceptive albums
When I walked upstairs I could hear the unmistakable voice and guitar work of Dilly Dally. Dilly Dally are from Toronto and they were described to me as being like the Pixies meets Hole. I can certainly hear that although they transcend their influences. They play loud aggressive alternative rock that’s headed by Katie Monks’ snarling singing voice and Liz Bell’s sharp and catchy lead guitar work. Bassist Jimmy Tony (in a striking silver sparkling short skirt) and drummer Benjamin Reinhartz lay down a low end that keeps the sound grounded. It was a drastic change from Guster. As was the size of the crowd. The Guster show was packed uncomfortably tight, but this show was more open and I was able to walk around.
They finished the excellent “Bad Biology” and I wondered how long I could push my luck–how many songs could I make S wait for. And then Katie Monks told us that the next song was the last song. Disappointing but very convenient. (more…)
















