Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros played Music Hall of Williamsburg
It felt a little bit like a cult on stage. There was the guru dressed in white with dreads and a beard and his nine hippie followers with wide smiles and spacey looks. The music had a folky-tribal-desert-rock feel to it…some kind of hoedown on peyote, and I mean that as a compliment. Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros brought the kitchen sink to Music Hall of Williamsburg last night (8/30). They played maracas, giant tambourines, an upright piano, a mandolin, a big hollow-body guitar, keyboards, drums, an accordian, a xylophone, bass, harmonica, an intermittent, yet killer trumpet and the ramped-up vocals of their fearless leader, Alex Ebert. One friend told me it felt like a cooler version of Hair. Another friend told me she “lost [her] soul two songs ago.” If you saw the look on her face, you’d know that was a compliment too.
The songs ranged from country to reggae to rock and the roaring ovation at the end of “Cross the Line (I Come in Please)” which closed their set, was the loudest I’ve ever heard at a club show. The encore started as a chilled-out duet, but when the full band returned, the energy came with them and the sold-out Sunday night crowd showed their appreciation by dancing wildly until it was over. It was dually refreshing to see an original band do their thing with such gusto, and a Brooklyn crowd let their hair down and go for it. Hugs all around.
A few more pictures after the jump…