Diablogato and Devil's Twins

Diablogato

Finally! Diablogato and Devil's Twins break the seal on the new R'n'R normal. The pent up excitement to see a band in a room full of like-minded friends, acquaintances and strangers is palpable. The room is a tower of babble. Drinks are going down easy. Most people wear masks to walk around but they disappear at the tables.

Devil’s Twins are doing the acoustic duo thing tonight. The lack of band emphasizes the smoky grit and gravel of their tunes. Jeremiah John Louf and Nicole Coogan wind their smooth and rough voices around each other.

Devil's Twins

The DT’s kick things off with 2019’s busted romance revenger, "Love Vigilante". The sight of sold out audience and the lifting pall from the past year cause Coogan to tear up. I suspect she wasn’t alone. The follow-up with the new, way catchy, come back to haunt you tale of "Bad Karma".

They take a mid-set side trip to "Amy Winehouse’s Rehab". Late in the set, they let Louf’s voice get on top with the bittersweet high and lonesome of "I Know It’s My Fault". Coogan shows off her vocal chops all night long. The gal can get your attention with a whisper or a scream.

The Porch has a number of things to recommend it. It’s in Medford and it has free garage parking. It has a gerrymander shape that gives people an option to play pool and or socialize at the opposite ends of the room from the band. On the other hand, there is not a ton of space in front of the band. Although there is room to stand, it primarily seated in the stage area. The quality of the sound at the ends of the room is less than stellar. That said, the sound in the rectangle in front of the stage ranges from good to very good. The semi-circular stage has a sheen of functional professionalism.

Devil's Twins

There is significant space and tables for outdoor dining and drinking. The food was good. On this trip we dug the deviled eggs topped with fried clams, the fried chicken regular or spiced and the pork belly enchiladas. The bar has plenty of options. The Mescal cocktail was good and reasonably priced.

Diablogato ratchet up the racket. They show few signs of rust. This can’t be an easy feat after a year-long pandemic hibernation when you’re in a punked-up rockabilly band with plenty of stops and kicks. This is especially laudable in the snap and crash breaks and drum fills from Jesse Meyer. Charlie MacSteven has a sound as clean and spiff as his coif – he provides shots of short hot flash and a touch of Poison Ivy but never overplays his hand.

Diablogato wit Nicole Coogan

Johnny Custom rides the two steps up and down and all around. He keeps the horizontal and vertical action moving with his railroad crossing reinforced upright. Finally, we have Drew Indingaro who noted that he also might have shed a tear about the return of rock n roll if he actually had emotions.

Indingaro gave voice to all those swampy bad boys and girls. They testify about the life blood of "Gasoline", about "Old Town" memories, and about the local gal who "Just Wants to Rock n Roll". They howl into the night about the redemptive quality of "Blasphemy", the third eye insights of the Magic 8 ball and rockin’ exploits of Kings of nothin’ but the road. The band keeps the pedal to the metal.

Johnny Burnette bums quarters to stuff into a luncheonette jukebox in heaven to play Diablogato tunes. In the next booth, someone rants about a fresh plasma injection into a True Blood reboot and about how Devil’s Twins and Diablogato have a few numbers ready to go for the soundtrack.

Diablogato

Diablogato

Diablogato

Diablogato

Diablogato

Devil's Twins

Devil's Twins

Devil's Twins

Devil's Twins

Devil's Twins

Devil's Twins

Cal Cali and friend