Last night the Lumineers played with openers Chris Pureka and the Kopecky Family Band at the Music Hall of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. Despite an incomprehesibly disrespectful audience that insisted on nattering away during the openers and throughout the main set, the night was still full of really impressive musical moments.
Chris Pureka shared some gorgeous songs, playing acoustic guitar herself and accompanied by her counterpart’s electric guitar and harmonizing vocals. I’m sure she introduced the gentleman, who joined her onstage, but pretty much anything she said and much of what she played was drowned out by the audience’s loud chatter. Still, her flawless vocals and heart-rending melodies provided a beautiful start to the evening. Her latest CD How I Learned to See in the Dark mixes solid Americana numbers that jump and stomp with quieter, but no less intense songs like the one below:
There’s something in the voice and the apparent sincerity of the words and performance that reminds me of Sinead O’Connor, only without Ms. O’Connor’s often too ardent delivery. Chris Pureka will be playing at the Rock Shop in Brooklyn both tonight, April 22nd, and next Sunday the 29th, followed by a string of dates in California in May. I really look forward to seeing her perform again, hopefully next time in front of an audience that gives her the attention her music deserves.
The next opener was a 6-piece ensemble from Nashville called the Kopecky Family Band. Though they had some energetic numbers that seemed to resonate with the audience, my friends and I couldn’t get into their performance. We found their sound verged too much into schmalzy power-ballad territory, with the band members’ overly emotive performance trying too hard to drive home some deeper meaning. The music and lyrics should speak for themselves, but it seemed that the Kopecky Family Band so wanted to be sure the emotional aspect wasn’t missed, it ended up being layed on a bit too thickly.
Contrast that with the Lumineers, with its three core members playing acoustic guitar, drums and cello, and the addition of others including a keyboardist and bass player. Their sound is simple and almost stripped-down, but there’s no heavy-handedness in their emphasis on audience participation. Singer Wesley Schultz needed only to move away from the microphone to elicit an audience-wide sing-along to the more catchy refrains in a whole set’s worth of memorable tunes. The enthusiasm they generate is even more authentic for their simple delivery and humble response:
The story goes that they tried to make a name for themselves in New York until the strain of working day jobs to pay the rent and lack of progress with their musical career sent them packing for Denver. I’m not sure if they first cultivated their current sound out west, or if they already had such amazing material when based on the east coast. It could be that, when these folks were still plugging away in New York, audiences simply hadn’t been told yet by some hip music press that they were a band to look out for. Perhaps if the chatter had been toned down for a bit while the Lumineers’ members performed in opening slots for other, better-known bands, they’d have gotten their break sooner. It’s great that New York and the rest of the country and world have now taken notice. I just wish the same consideration would be given to all openers, regardless of the buzz or lack thereof surrounding them.



