Here, fusing the genres of country, goth, and rockabilly, is Miss Derringer, with Click Click (Bang Bang) from Winter Hill. There’s a cake-fight in the first minute and a half or so, and it only gets better from there. Also notable: Liz McGrath’s epically fabulous hat.
This week, Jennifer shares shots from what is possibly the most perplexing tour line-up ever, Cracker and the always-great Reverend Horton Heat. Opening on this stop was Miss Derringer, led by lowbrow artist Liz McGrath.
Ladies and gentlemen, please meet Miss Derringer :
And in color:
They are, in fact, as hot and as sharp as their namesake pistol. That was terrible, wasn’t it? I’m sorry. But they really are. They came out to crowd that was hanging back, sitting on the mysterious couches (which I had never seen in the High Line before, it was most perplexing) and proceeded to get a whole lot of people up and dancing. Possibly I have seen Grease a few too many times, but I found myself thinking this music is begging for a floor full of girls in poodle skirts getting flipped up and over their sweethearts’ heads. Tough girls, that is, in black poodle skirts with blood-red petticoats and lipstick to match.
Anyway, the High Line has a nice big stage, and they were spread out across it. Here’s the guitars on the other side:
And the drums:
They were followed by Cracker , who apparently have a new record out:
And then it was time for the Reverend:
And in color, with a little secret smile:
The set was a mixture of old (Bales of Cocaine) and new (Don’t Take the Baby to the Liquor Store), and at one point, he had people slam-dancing to Bill Haley and the Comets. That right there kind of sums up why I love this band. Anyway, in closing, here is Johnny Hickman (Cracker) hamming it up on the electronic harmonica:
