the Icarus Line, Isabell & Damelo

For me, certain concerts clear my musical sinuses leaving me with that oh-so-fresh-feeling. This concert was definitely one that helped me snot rocket my way into the night.

First of all, I have to confess, when I was at this show I had a terrible cold. I had a putrid feeling in my stomach, much like the feeling you get when you walk in to use the bathroom after your grandpa was just in there. Anyway, what I am trying to say is, I had taken a variety of cold medicine on this particular night.

When we got there we were the only ones in line, and the hefty but witty security guard approached us saying, "Stand in line, maybe people will come." Well, people started showing up and the show started off bitchin’.

First, to start the night off was Damelo, a three piece from right here in Chico, comprised of Brian Brophy (guitar / vocals), Daniel Taylor (drums) and Dan Burns (bass). The powerful trio set the stage with hypnotic time changes and very original sounding movements throughout each song. One of the most admirable qualities about the band’s music is that each song varied in style somewhat while keeping an overall feel to the music. Brian announced half way through their set that their bass player had only practiced with them maybe five times or so, which was surprising considering their performance.

Next up was Isabell. I had only seen them once before this, but I had heard so much about this band that I was anxious to check them out again. When they started their set the sound was loud and huge — the guitars were thick and piercing and the bass had enough thump that it made me question my bowel status. I was really taken aback by their performance. They all seemed so inspired and consumed with what they were making as musicians and it definitely overflowed into the crowd. They had remarkable stage movement, showcasing the authenticity of the band.

The headliner of the show was the Icarus Line. When they set foot on stage my friend Nick screamed and singer Joe Cardamone responded with a look of death, like he hadn’t had a hug in a while. Cardamone’s stage antics reminded me a lot of the International Noise Conspiracy, as did the band’s outfits: classic black shirts, black pants and red ties. Guitarist Aaron North looked extra spiffy with his matching black and red guitar. Cardamone and North both had constant stage habits: Cardamone belted out screams on the floor with the crowd, while on stage, North was becoming a kung fu master. Every once and a while North would do a scissor kick into his amp, so much that there is a permanent mark on the side of his speaker enclosure. It reminded me of those kids that rub one part of their hair too much until it goes bald. Overall, the Icarus Line was entertaining and energetic to say the least. Their set was very short, but it was potent indeed.

– Brian Martin
– Photos by D.C. Ramirez

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