Catfish & The Bottlemen

Electric Factory, Philadelphia, PA

Catfish and the Bottlemen
Electric Factory
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
October 21, 2016

Catfish and the Bottlemen have renewed my hope in music. Being an old punk, the last band I really got behind was BuckCherry. I long ago gave in that Rock Music was dead. My 15 year old daughter and her friend convinced me to take them to the concert, but I did not have high hopes. It was an all ages show, on a rainy Friday night in Philadelphia. The Electric Factory is housed in an old ‘Electric Factory’.  A cool 2 story, old club that holds 2,500 people. It was packed to the rafters with kids of all ages, fresh faced nice looking kids. No tattooed drunken trouble makers here. Well besides me that is. 

Catfish and the Bottlemen are an indie band from the UK, reminiscent of The Arctic Monkeys, with a touch of Oasis thrown in.  Their sound however, is all original, and all Catfish. 
They have 2 Albums under their belt, ‘The Balcony’ in 2014 which made the top 10 in the UK and ‘The Ride’ released May of 2016, which went to #1.

I had never heard of Catfish and the Bottlemen before tonight, but they have won me over. 4 talented young men writing their own songs, playing instruments, singing without autotune. It was refreshing and wonderful to see. The songs are well written, and crazy melodic. Excellent musicians, great singing and harmonies.  

The crowd was amped up and into the music from the moment I entered. I arrived as the opening band was playing. ‘The Worn Flints’, a 3 piece band from Columbus Ohio opened the show, and I was blown away. 3 young guys with long hair, playing straight ahead blues Rock n Roll. Their sound was a bit psychedelic and they were killer players. Sick Guitar solos over driving Bass and Drums. I am sure I will be seeing more of these guys in the future. 

Waiting for Catfish and the Bottlemen to come up, I was also impressed with the Classic Rock tunes playing over the sound system. Then the lights came down and the Catfish hit the stage. The crowd surged forward as the first notes came out of the amplifiers. I was taken aback that virtually every kid in the crowd knew all the words to the songs, and sang along for the entire 90 minute concert. The crowd was 75% young girls and they giggled and danced in glee. Their heroes were on stage, teenage worship. It did my heart good to see such a thing. I thought that died out when Rock Music died. Apparently I was wrong. There is a thriving music scene out there somewhere, you just have to find it. These kids all knew something I didn’t. I was glad to pass the baton. We had our time and now this is theirs. Next Stop Willoughby. As I was standing at the exit waiting for my daughter and her friend,  Two kids came up to me to tell me they loved my ‘Clash’ T-Shirt.  I smiled and nodded. Thank God Rock Music will never die.

Author - Dennis Morgillo  

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