Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Ready for a photo round-up of recent activities? Of course you are!


Earlier in the week we used the tickets Nora's sister gifted her and checked out the Balloon Museum. I usually approach art pop-ups as being traps form Instagram influencers, however while I did capture some fun photos of our experience, the exhibits were far more rewarding when you interacted with them than  captured objects that just looked good in a photo.


We closed out our busy week with a few excellent musical experiences at both Old Town School of Music (inspiring solo sets by Jessica Dobson and Meg Duffy) and Cobra Lounge (raucous sets by Time Thieves, The Feeders, and Fig Dish), and taking in some outdoor art (and other flora) at the Chicago Botanic Garden.

(And thanks for participating in my experiment to bring some more Instagram content over here without creating super long posts with tons of individual photos.)

Friday, August 21, 2026

Reserver charges full steam ahead on 'Reverser.'

Photo by Dan Wendt.
I popped in the advance of Reserver's debut album Reverser last week, expecting to give it a quick listen and see what they were about. Roughly 20 minutes later I was rushing to my laptop to order my own copy of it. I'm saving a slightly longer review for a future Quick Spins on Third Coast Review, but they play their album release show at Reed's tonight, and I couldn't let that go without at least a little advance buzz to try and get you out to see them.

Reserver's sound channels a bit of Pavement, a touch of The Amps, and a lot of early Dinosaur Jr. on the squalling and snaking guitar front. And on a few songs I even hear the influence of Local H on some of the band's popper excursions. But they keep things so compact that all of that fits into roughly 3 minute bursts, overstuffing your pleasure centers (for those of us who find pleasure in those sounds).

Reserver's music is so catchy, lively, and slathered with so much swinging energy that I'm incredibly eager to see how it all comes together on stage. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

A glitter-spangled rawkin' banger designed to elicit immediate fist-pumps, party-party partying, and plenty of "oooOOOooo"s.

Photo by CJ Simonson.
One of the reasons I listen to just about everything sent my way (on top of my own constant search for anything new that will hit me just right) is you never know when you’re gonna find a buried gem. While I was enjoying Mac Luster’s debut EP Ritual, my main impression was that it sounded like a nicely solid middle-aged take on emo with a bit of Midwestern grit.*
 
And then the EP's penultimate song “Sofia” crashed into my headphones; an ’80s pop-metal pastiche driven lyrically by a fleeting meeting at a show, and musically by a party bouncing its way through the fretboard and all over the drum kit. 
 
Give it a spin. Since it’s so different from the rest of the EP, I can’t promise it’ll make you a fan of the band, but it might. And at the very least I think it’ll make you a fan of the song, and that’s where it always starts anyway, right?



*I say “grit” but by that I do not mean it’s an irritation, but more a worn-in, welcoming authentic feel that is cozy but not soft. A style which seems to be leaking into more and more music coming out of California these days. Midwestern influence or Midwestern infiltration? Curiouser and curiouser, to me.

Tuesday, August 11, 2026

A quick jam from deep in the vaults of Big Angry Fish.


A few weeks ago I saw Chicago’s Big Angry Fish as they performed at their now-annual Big Angry Fish Fry at The Montrose Saloon. The band’s history stretches back to the ‘90s and when they get back onstage to play these days, their sets bounce with youthful energy instead of old man sentimentality. 

One song they played this year that I was less familiar with was “Serves You Right,” and I found myself humming its melody long after the show was over. Yet I didn’t remember hearing on any of the band’s earlier CDs, though with some in storage, I couldn’t be sure. But some poking around revealed that it probably hadn’t been on any “official”releases back in the day, but it did appear on a pay-what-you-want Bandcamp compilation members of the group put out in 2018 to clear house of some odds and ends … including “Serves You Right!” I whooped with joy at its discovery!

Give it a play and I predict you’ll be bopping along to it, same as me.

Tuesday, August 04, 2026

Some brief thoughts on the power of the Mountain Goats as experienced from not quite the outside but not quite the inside either.

Photo of the band at Fitzgerald's by me.

Due to my partner being a huge fan of the band, I have now seen the Mountain Goats an unusually large number of times over the past couple of years for someone who was previously a fan of the band, but in a more detached, intellectual manner. 

For someone like me it’s been both fascinating and rewarding to suss out the group’s connection to its fans on one level while experiencing the band’s rapid evolution mastering a sprawling mélange of styles that often seems like both a burst of curiosity and the increasing means to explore whatever musical corner they want to inhabit at that time.

The audience at a the Mountain Goats show is frequently passionate while remaining exceedingly polite, and I have experienced their honest conduit of shared emotions between the crowd and the band, a positive feedback loop of sorts. Of course, this is what most live music aspires to do, but there’s something in the Mountain Goats that makes that bond seem eagerly effortless and natural. And I have enjoyed being allowed to share in that communion and enjoy the energy, even if I sometimes still feel slightly detached and looking in (which is all me and a result of so many years working in, on, and/or writing about music.

We recently saw the group twice in the last week of June—at Summerfest in Milwaukee and as part of Fitzgerald’s Outdoor series—and the show at Fitzgerald’s was a particularly potent one for me: the crowd, the music, the vibes; everything was perfect. But since I posted about the band yesterday, I was hesitant to share anything from last night. But it was too good not to share SOMETHING and mark the occasion. I could have chosen one of “the hits” but I think you can find a million versions of the band playing “No Children” and “This Year” out there. (I’m sure I have shared a few of them myself.) Instead, I’m posting the super-fun Fitzgerald’s performance of “Charlie Sheen Reaches Out to the Feds” from their forthcoming album ‘Days.’ It rocks, it grooves, it’s ebullient, it’s dark, and it was an early crowd pleaser in the set. I hope some of its magic remans in the video I managed to capture.

The new album is out this Friday and while I am precluded by saying anything much about it until then, I can confirm that it is filled with bangers.


Y’know, I wrote most of this about a month ago to accompany the Reel embedded above, so I feel the need to add a little extra bonus to this post. (I mean, on one hand I still view this site as the core Tankboy resource, and while I have grown more comfortable cross-posting over the years, I still have the reflexive need to tailor each one slightly for its intended location.) Lemme see…

I’ve got it!

While I focused on the Fitzgerald’s show here, the Milwaukee Summerfest gig was a ton of fun as well, as the band focused their set to festival length due to strict time constraints. And we were treated to something special for a festival gig; a truly unexpected encore. So unexpected that when the band came back onto the stage, the soundman had already left the board. (In their defense, how could they have expected an encore, and how likely was it they were taking a bio break before having to do sound for the next act on that stage?)

The band started playing anyway. I’m still not sure if they knew the house sound wasn’t on at first, but once it became apparent the front speakers were silent, the Mountain Goats kept playing and the crowd stepped in to provide the vocals.

Here is a snippet of that experience I captured, and I can still feel the euphoric rush of the group sing-along, and the rapturous response from the crowd the moment the front speakers finally kicked in. You’ll see. 


Glorious.