Posted on November 9, 2009 - by Mark Zonda
Jay Retard
I did not know what to expect from Jay Retard show. Beginning to play in a “Clever Square“ era (he was 15 y.o.), having his life flashed by the vision of having a “Rocket from the Crypt” of his own, recording more 45s than albums, Jay Retard was to me this dude trying to make some noise in a barely listenable way trying not so hard to dig out anticonformism and a strange form of sonic rebellion from his songs. Forget it.
The live dimension of Jay Retarded it’s the nearest thing you’ll have the chance to catch to what being on a Ramones live show was supposed to be! Drum, bass, guitar, long curley nerdy hair in front of his face like a tent, bass player with the freakest monster self-made tee you’ll ever have the chance to tag on Facebook (each fat lagoon monster is a friend, big screamo bass player face on top of the shirt too) with an almost psychogrungy drummer at their back. 40 minutes of sweat and dances and shouts and arms pointing somewhere between the roof and the stage with a single finger (you pic one) with no pauses at all.
Was the show great? You choose! Somebody at the bar told his friends it was the best show he ever had in a long time, that kind of show where everyone can fit in even if he doesn’t love that kind of music. Somebody else would tell you that the hair over Jay face was only an excuse to hide his lack of personality from the crowd, just like the fake fog rising from some discoteques when the audience begins to leave the venue, and that Beatles playing on the top of a roof where so far better. I say that Jay Retard was the best act in town, and that it’s a joy having the bones still hacking after two days, having finally a real reason to listen to all that cool depressing music everybody’s cottoning to these days.
Jay Retard live @ Covo Clip#1
Jay Retard live @ Covo Clip#2
Jay Retard live @ Covo Clip#3
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