Die Mannequin @ The DH

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Thursday night The Dominion House Tavern (3140 Sandwich St) opened it’s doors to two bands out of Toronto, and two locals. A fairly thick and quite appreciative crowd gathered for the event, and I don’t think anyone walked away disappointed.

 Central Slang opened the show, followed by Planet World, a band that quite simple blew me away. My first, last, and only experience with the band up until this point was at The Loop in October of 2010 where they were playing along with Allusion, Pitch Union, and a handful of others. I was by no means underwhelmed with this performance, but certainly not as wowed as I was on Thursday night. Not sure whether to chalk it up to a bad memory on my part or some improvement on the band’s part (both?) but either way, I implore you, next time these guys take the stage, be there for their heavy, groovy, and infectious tunes.

From Toronto we had the pleasure of some tunes from Dearly Beloved and Die Mannequin. I had never even heard of Dearly Beloved prior to this tour, but I couldn’t be happier that has changed. A blasting presentation of psychedelic garage punk, this four-piece puts out great tunes in conjunction with a great stage show, making for a wonderful listening and viewing experience. Also, tambourine.

Die Mannequin. Every time I heard mention of their upcoming Windsor show, without fail, someone brought up “Remember that time they played at Phog and Care ran out to play her guitar in the middle of University Avenue!?” So clearly they had a reputation coming in to this. Did anyone seem to care about their actual music? Not really. Just that they were insane. Okay, I could go with that, because the only thing I had experience with up until this point was their music. And I wouldn’t describe it as lacking.

But once things kicked in and their long, awkward, void-of-house-music setup was complete, I was hooked. While listening to a Die Mannequin record is a good time, it is no comparison to their live show, the audible and visual equivalent to four or six of those ridiculously oversized energy drinks, and enough shots of jager that I’ve lost count.

Good ol’ fashioned rock ‘n’ roll with a modern edge that got the crowd excited, these guys played a tight set where they were awesome enough to take some requests and bring minors on stage for a healthy dose of shy embarrassment.