Let's Get Reatarded In Here!
By Zack Sapunor
Jay Reatard at Amoeba San Francisco 8/22/09:
The stage was set, the crowd was waiting, the lights were bright. Jay Reatard and company were faced with the eternal test: with music best suited for dirt-paved basements and dimly-lit dive bars, could the rockers bring the noise to the daytime in-store appearance? Could the beasts of the night work their magic beneath the fluorescents? Time would tell.
Yeah, time and loud-ass guitars. The power trio lumbered onstage, flipped the switch, and commenced with the aural assault. Implementing some combination of feedback, reverb, and an echo effect which he would turn to throughout the set, Jay Reatard turned to the band and thunder rolled, baby.
Sludgy pounding, birthed in the garage and raised on the street, rattled the record store to its core. When rock fury hits a daytime show there always seems to be that element of "Is this allowed? Is this supposed to be happening?" The well-planned abrasive intro struck the crowd with offensive force. Folks in the first row reeled, eyes wide. A man holding his phone texted awkwardly. It was pretty in-your- face.