Curtis Harding

Late Show

Curtis Harding

Revel in Dimes

Sun, December 11, 2016

Doors: 9:30 pm

Mercury Lounge

New York, NY

$12.00 - $15.00

This event is 21 and over

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Curtis Harding - (Set time: 10:30 PM)
Curtis Harding
Soul isn't a feeling, a sound or a movement. It's a connection, a current in the air -- the spark of recognition, emotions leaping across live wires. It's the way a sinewy bassline steers your hips and eyes to the stranger across the club. It's how a handful of humble words can give millions the inspiration to overcome. It's the genius of a simple chorus that can explain the hard truths you couldn't last time you saw her.
Curtis Harding says that soul music, and his music, speak for themselves. It's self-evident on the Atlanta artist's debut, Soul Power. The driving sound of his electrified Stratocaster, the foot-stomping backbeat and the lyrics swimming in reverb -- with something this flourishing, it's almost reductive to just dig around the roots.
Harding's style was born in Michigan and bred on the road, a restless childhood spent singing gospel alongside an evangelizing mother, then cultivated in Atlanta, where he sang backup for CeeLo Green and befriended the Black Lips (he plays with Cole Alexander in Night Sun).
But, as befits a restless traveler, his music calls one place home, but fits in anywhere. The heartbreaking optimism of "Next Time," a wry breakup tale mapping out a road the protagonists may never meet upon, the bottom-scraping blues of "Castaway," or the wistful affection of "Keep on Shining" could easily be Harding's story, or yours. They're scenes you didn't perform in, but know all the lines.
There's a foundation to the stirring soul Harding has created. "Gospel is inspiring," says Harding. "From hardship and trials, you make something beautiful. It's the history of black people in America, what happened to us during slavery, it's the foundation of blues, R&B, soul, country, rock." But he's not just preaching to the choir -- Harding's out there on the road, singing alongside everyone else looking for something real.
Revel in Dimes - (Set time: 9:30 PM)
Revel in Dimes
There is boot-stompin’, soul-shakin’ rock-‘n’-roll — and then there is reveling in Revel in Dimes. This is not The Black Keys and The Red Hot Chili Peppers, blended together by way of Jack White and a nice hook; this is unmanufactured music that shakes you up and spits you back out, all ugly and heavy and mean, the way they invented music to be. This might get dangerous, is what you need to know before we get started here, because this is what fearlessness sounds like.

Washington Duke and Eric Simons spent years getting polished in the fine art of the dirty blues as a hired-gun rhythm section playing popcorn-quick drums and buttery-goo guitar in too many New York City bands, together and apart, throughout the better part of the 21st Century. But after each gig, they found themselves coming back to their shared North Mississippi influences of Junior Kimbrough and R.L. Burnside, wondering what happened to the juke joint in the midst of a blues-rock renaissance. If the Delta was having its garage-rock, gold-record moment, why wasn’t anyone dancing in the damn garage?

“The blues doesn’t have to sound perfect,” Duke says. “It’s actually better if it doesn’t sound perfect. So the whole look-at-me-being-a-rock-star thing never worked for us. And I think that’s why the whole DJ culture is working right now: People just want to get lost in enjoying the music and having a good time — they don’t need to be staring at some icon.”

Well, Duke and Simons found their icon anyway. Because there are beautiful, booty-shakin’, fist-pumpin’ female lead singers — and then there is Kia Warren, who is all that and will break your fucking house down. She worked at The Surf Lodge in Montauk, where she’d been distracted, like everyone else in the joint, by these two guys covering T-Model Ford at full volume in the Hamptons on a Sunday afternoon last summer. So she sent her friend toward the stage, pretending to be her manager, to see if, hey, maybe these guys could use an extra voice for a couple songs. “We were like, Girl, this ain’t karaoke,” Simons says. “But then Kia got up there and we were like, Damn, that girl can sing. And it worked out perfectly, because she doesn’t have just one style, and nowadays it’s tough to nail down any particular genre that people can reach out and grab — so we lean toward ’em and let ’em grab a hold of everything.”

Hold tight indeed. Listen to “Shame,” and you will hear a stompin’ riff written two years ago by two men, and Warren’s melody — never the same twice, always just right — will make you wear your sole thin. Close your eyes during “Last Breath” at your own risk, lest Simons’ Les Paul — slipping and sliding, heaving and hammering — leaves you running into everything around you. Go see Revel in Dimes do “You Gotta Go Down” in all its many moods — equal doses Leadbelly and Led Zeppelin, punk and The Pink Panther — and… well, you’ve just really got to go down and see ’em.

“We bring it back closer to where the blues and rock really started out, but there’s a vibe you can’t put a name to,” says Warren. “We feed off those roots, and each other, and the crowd, and having fun. So people come to our shows and they see that and they feel that, and we feel them. It’s just something that you have to see. It’s something that you have to feel.”

Because that’s the thing: At once timeless and timely, Revel in Dimes is best experienced at this very second, in this very moment. You’ve been warned.
Venue Information:
Mercury Lounge
217 E Houston St.
New York, NY, 10002
http://mercuryloungenyc.com