The Spade Kicks
The Abbey Coffeehouse
Friday, April 8
One the way to check out the Spade Kicks at the Abbey Friday night, I was listening to The Animals on the radio, and lamenting to myself the loss of storytelling rock, the people who were voices of a generation. I don't even care if they're the voice of the whole generation or merely a slice of it; I just want to hear someone trying to reach out and become bigger than they are and remind us we can be bigger than ourselves.
The melodic rock of the Spade Kicks is the wistful, weary tone of the 1960s post-psychedelic singers. World-weary and tinged with dark undercurrents, but somehow finding a bit of hope a the end. the storytelling sound of The Animals, Buffalo Springfield, Wat and som on. In a different era, these guys would be playing on an obscure late night talk show in front a of blue screen with a funky psychedelic shimmering background.
Matt Hallett’s singing brings a lot to the table, but this is a group effort; the band jams along with hammering drumbeats, pulsing bass and a swampy lead guitar sound from Corky McCormick, who also does a more-than-passable Clapton impersonation when called upon to do so. It’s powerful, epic-scale music that endeavours to overfill the space it’s in and pump pathos into the undercurrents of your heart.