Mere blocks from where “Stack Shot Billy,” The Black Keys turned the home of the St. Louis Blues on its ear with their staple Rust Belt boogie.
This Tuesday night before I pack the leavin’ trunk and head out to Akron, Ohio, the rugged Rubber City’s favorite rock-and-soul duo delivered the goods from various material from their decade-plus of making records together, weighted heavier with songs from later releases.
Highlights included Patrick Carney whomping away on his sparkly salesman kit while giving unsuspecting audience members the nod. And plenty of Dan Auerbach kicking on layers of gnarly fuzz to make his vintage six-strings drip with swampy tone, as the gator on his shirt would suggest.
St. Vincent opened and surely shredded her way to new fans. Beyond theatrics and sonic wizardry, Annie Clark is a seriously gifted guitarist. Her solo’ing is surgical and effortless, akin to watching the dramatic meet the whimsical.
Annie made Clark Avenue her bitch last night.
