X - The Sinclair
Review and photos by John Keegan
X paid a welcome, waning days of summer, visit to The Sinclair
recently. The band complimented the fancy digs and, judging from the
comfortably crowded room, the audience was happy to share the space.
The musicians looked good: Exene, barefoot in a vintage, angular
black dress, Doe in a big sky blue cowboy shirt and dungarees,
Bonebrake in black topped with a wide brim black pork pie and
Billy Zoom in a black and white short-sleeve with that crazy
smile of his seemingly on loan from Madame Tussauds.
X have always been a band with something to
say. The lyrics and the raw relationship stories they recount still
compel. The push me pull me tension of Doe and Cervenka's
vocals grab you up and swing you around; throw in a little pump up and
down for good punk measure. Bonebrake and Doe keep their
feet on the pedal of the rhythm section. They take the tunes from here
to there with turbo snap and an economy of motion. Zoom has a
guitar pick for a third eye. He's omniscient. He holds court stage right,
legs splayed, cranking out the changes and ripping out trademark terse
and twangy, punkabilly solos.