I’m embarrassed to say I hadn’t heard of Frankie And The Witch Fingers until very recently, and I apologize for this egregious fact after witnessing their blistering set at Warsaw on Saturday. They somehow escaped my musical radar and as the editor of this site, that’s a disservice to you, dear reader. It is now safe to say we’ll be following the band closely after witnessing their impeccable set and diving into their impressive discography.
Whenever I enter the warm confines of Warsaw (Brooklyn, NYC), the smell of homemade pierogis and beer permeates the air, and it always feels so homey. I always find myself here for a rock-show and on this night I would of got get my fill just with the opening bands, Iguana Death Cult (Rotterdam, Netherlands) and The Bobby Lees (Woodstock, NY). After checking out the colorful merch table, Iguana Death Cult started the night with tight grooves that got the early arrivals bouncing and surfing.
The Bobby Lees were also a blast that had a grungy, frenetic, and bass-driven sound. Their punk energy started as soon as their drummer disrobed right before their set down to his skivvies and didn’t let up until their set ended.
When Frankie And The Witch Fingers ambled onto the smoky and dark stage right before 10pm, the near-capacity room erupted as they tore into “Empire,” off their brand spanking new LP, Data Doom. At that point, while in the photo-pit, it was hard not to headbang/dance myself while taking photos as their energy was insane. The crowd felt it too, and the floor was a moving and breathing entity for the remainder of the show.
Leaning heavily on their new album, they dove into “Electricide,” “Futurephobic,” “Burn Me Down,” and “Weird Dog.” The stage banter was limited to a hearty ‘Hello Brooklyn!!’, as they let their music do the talking and boy did it translate. If I had to say one word about their performance, I’d have to use “tight.” They are a seriously tight band to which no member outshines the other, despite all of their obvious otherworldly talent on their respective instruments. If you’re like me and enjoy King Gizzard and Oh Sees, you’ll fall in love with this talented bunch when they perform live.
Frankie’s set flew by too quick, as great shows often do and before we knew it an encore was being called for. The band returned to the stage with an exuberant “Cheers, you crazy fuckers!!” and then tore into The Stooges classic “I Wanna Be Your Dog” that ended with lead-singer, Dylan Sizemore, stage-diving into the welcoming and exuberant crowd. Leaving the venue, the chattering was ripe with how great the entire show was and how they could do it again the next night, and I couldn’t have agreed more.
Article/Photos: Shayne Hanley