Marc & the Casuals
December 29, 2010
@ Hemlock Tavern
More fun than: Same time next week, likely as not.
Last Wednesday's fundraiser for the S.F. Food Bank at Thee Makeout Room being memorably cheery and psychedelically Dickensian, I put my hand up at once for the sequel. We arrived at this Polk Street grogshop at the appointed hour of eight-freaking-thirty and the door informed us the music would come at 9:30. He indicated the underpopulated bar and, if I were still a practicing alky, I would've heard Virgil Shaw w/ Peacock Gap and the Wagoneers, even with my face one ear up on the mahogany.
As it happened, however, we were back at about 9:15, well into Persephone's Bees' dynamic and too-brief set. There were barely thirty people spread over the long crawlspace of the performance area, and singer Angelina Moysov's antic energy was clearly rubbing off. She looked bright and chipper, warning “I'm about to sing about sex!” before rolling out a tune titled (what else?) “Sex,” which snaps, crackles, and crunks just like the stuff you've heard on MTV, with even a magpie's lift of Ravel's “Bolero” thrown in. “Independence Day” is also new and a power anthem Moysov threw down with warm precision, like she was playing mumblety peg with her heart.