Ferdinand Fox returned to Glassworks on Saturday and we couldn’t pass up an opportunity to catch the show. These guys are from Chicago, but they have been showing Louisville a lot of love recently, playing on Glassworks’ roof last year, playing a house party in Butcher Town and Halfway to Forecastle in January, and they are set to play at Forecastle this summer (with Method Man!). It was chilly outside so this one was inside on the first floor. The glass blowing studio provided the backdrop to the stage which was separated only by a glass wall (go figure). BBC brew was flowing on tap and a pretty good crowd filled the room. My estimations are always way off, so I’m not even going to try to guess.

Everthus the Deadbeats, a self described ‘experimental glam pop’ band out of Indianapolis and David Adamson of Grampall Jookabox, an Indianapolis ‘Jungle Folk group,’ opened the show, but we only got to see the tail end. Sorry, but we were preparing for a long night.

The Fox is comprised of four guys (in official Ferdinand Fox attire) just having a lot of fun entertaining and it shows in their performance. Their sound is a great blend of hip-hop and rock, which is tough to do because those types of bands often sound fake and/or canned. I think it was the funk infusion that provided a link between the two that make it enjoyable. They even brought us back to 1992 with some old school rap covers. Some of the groups/individuals they claim influenced them are Dr. Dre, NOFX, Radiohead, and the Beastie Boys. Of those, I think the Beastie Boys shines the most. They share the same combo of talent, flare, and a contagious energy that excites the crowd. I can only imagine how hyped these guys will be on stage at Forecastle!

Bryan Scary and the Shredding Tears, a psychadelic pop group out of Brooklyn, played next, but took awhile to set up because the monitors were crossed. Once they got everything worked out, the few songs we saw made us torn to leave, but Pere Ubu was going on at midnight at the Pour Haus.

Later that night we ran into Ferdinand Fox again at the Nachbar. They were still in their FF jackets and having a hell of a time. I vaguely remember buying them a shot of bourbon. It was a long night.

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