Ok, so Tall Hands themselves admit they’re not sure how or why they’re "Boat Rock," (I have the sneaking suspicion the catchphrase was birthed from a long night and a lot of whiskey), but whatever it is, I dig it.
Some of their tunes do have that pounding, yet rollicking feel that might come from rocking to-and-fro out on Cape Cod. But that sound and feeling is oddly also reminiscent of drunkenly stumbling through the L.E.S.
But like I said, "whatever." If this is boat rock then I’m on board. To elaborate on their style and sound somewhat, then, I’d say they jam the best bluesy rock ‘n roll from the ’60s and ’70s into their tunes, with powerful percussion from Tim, some flashy tambourine (and yes, cowbell), barroom-brawl inducing piano, and the catchiest guitar riffs this side of the Stones. On top of all this are lead singer Justin’s shouted refrains, sung with an attitude almost daring you not to sing along. Case in point: "Three Full Virginias," off their self-titled debut EP. Blurring into the Velvet Underground on "Fifteen on Ice," Justin proves he can do more than squeal; indeed he’s quite the sarcastic poet (with lead guitarist Algernon’s wa-wa to back him up).
This is one band though, as amazing as they are on disc, they’re balls-to-wall rawkin live. Justin busts moves that only get better the more drinks he’s had, while bassist William has perfected the art of onstage banter. Jordan hits keys and harmonies, trading off with Eric on guitar duties in a back-and-forth that’s as frenzied as it is fantastic and honest.
So now I’m off to dance in their front row, tonight at Sin-e. If that’s too short of notice for some of you stay-at-home rawkers, then be sure to catch their next gig at the Mercury Lounge on Fri 12.22.
And in the meantime, satiate yourselves with their radiculous video from "Three Full Virginias," and prepared to have it stuck in your head for the next week, at least.