On Friday night, Stubb's was packed for The Dead Weather, supported by The Ettes. Our photographer Pooneh Ghana was there to capture all the action.
Snapshots: The Dead Weather at Stubb's
The Dead Weather and The Ettes Tonight at Stubbs
The Dead Weather, an alternative rock band which formed in Nashville in 2009, is charged with a daunting task: bringing back old school rock and roll in a time when it's been severely neglected. When listening to "Treat me like your mother," can't you see these four bad asses bursting into your mother's home, kicking down chairs, shoving mashed potatoes off the table and punching your step dad in the face? And for what? The sake of rock and roll is what.
ACL Must-Sees: You Know the Headliners, But Do You Know These?
Let's spare ourselves too much talk of bands that have been around the block for a decade or more, and take a look at some bands we may still be talking about ten years from now. Some you may have heard, some you may have heard of, and some this weekend may provide the perfect opportunity to discover for the first time. Basically, if we had to come up with a list of two acts every day that you absolutely must check out, especially those that are still mired in those not-standing-room-only (and potentially right up-close) daytime slots, this could be the list.
New Release Tuesday: Discovery & Dead Weather
Vampire Weekend keyboardist/producer Rostam Batmanglij and Ra Ra Riot singer Wes Miles collaborate on this gorgeous electro-pop album; referencing Tom Tom Club, Postal Service and the Specials. There’s nothing deep here: it’s two white kids working out their R&B and pop aspirations with Auto-Tune, a lot of synths and some simple lyrics about dance floors and girls that drive us insane.
Be Movers, Be Shakers With The Kills Tonight
The Kills play rock with the sustained tension of a chain smoker in the long moment just after a drag and before exhalation. This duo of Alison “VV” Mosshart and Jamie “Hotel” Hince strip British indie down to its indispensables—those being his and hers guitars, a drum machine (get over it), and rebellious disaffection involving the occasional Dostoyevsky reference.

