STONEFIELD + WARBLY JETS + KATE CLOVER + HOOVER III @ THE BOOTLEG
Photos by Zb Images Words by Madison Desler
The Bootleg was a full house last night for the fourth night of Stonefield’s residency and with good reason. The lineup was rounded out this week by local acts who deal in loud guitars and enduring cool. First up was Kate Clover of ExSage, who debuted two new tracks (“Eye For An Eye” and “No Surrender”), and a freshly-tapped fury that saw her stomping and storming around the stage. She batter-rammed through ExSage cuts like the desert-noir “Bad Seed Baby,” keeping the pedal down to the floor right on through to the closer, a gasoline-soaked cover of Primal Scream’s “Accelerator” which she polished off by hurling her microphone down and leaving the stage—the still-chugging band and a floored crowd left in her wake.
Around 10 o’clock, Stonefield took up the mantle, the four Findlay sisters from Australia clearly feeling at home as they bashed through cuts off their new album, Far From Earth. “Delusion,” a mix of distorted psych and stormy desert rock had drummer and lead singer Amy Findlay showing off her impressive vocals, while the dark, dance beat of “Visions” got the packed crowd to shimmy and slide.
Playing together since they were kids, the Findlays lock into each other the way only siblings can, effortlessly jamming out the ten-ton riff at the center of “Sister” as Hannah (guitar) and Holly (bass) banged their heads in unison—their long, center-parted hair and bell-bottom pants as reminiscent of the 70s as their Sabbath-prog riffs. “Take me for a ride/Leave it all behind,” Findlay wailed during “Far From Earth,” the swirling colors of the light show being projected onto the sisters only adding to the journey—a sternum-shaking trip to the other side.
Next up were local boys Warbly Jets, taking to the stage a few hours after the premiere of their new single, “InHuman Emotion,” which they wrote, recorded, produced, mixed, and released themselves in just over a week. The race to the finish line took no toll on their set, which reverberated with arena-filling sound and palpable energy. The primal, muscle car groove of “The Lowdown” proved irresistible with frontman Sam Shea egging on the crowd, while their high-flying musicianship (watch for Julien O’neill doubling up on guitar and keys at the same time) won over more than a few crossed-arm Angelenos. They ended their set with the new tune, an equally heavy mash-up of layered riffs, massive rhythm, and an anthemic chorus cooly delivered by Shea—the latest weapon at their disposal. They were followed up by Hoover III whose cosmic, proggy take on basement rock was just what the doctor ordered as midnight came and went.