Editor’s Note: There are few frontmen in the annals of rock and roll more frustratingly engaging than Julian Casablancas. Many nights I hate him and his model heritage. Most days, though, I find it impossible to deny that he’s got a lazy wonder that just sucks bold life right through the transistor, sister like some kinda magnet for youth rolled over and run up, drunk and lapping at the grease pole of an autumn revolt. I used to think that he was bored, a rich bitch done listless by pleasure kicks and he might be. Pretty sure he was when The Strokes were the best Tom Petty song playing on the radio but with The Voidz, I dunno. Something’s different. Something’s clicked. There’s weirdness there, dragging savage and it might just be yanking the best meat out of him. At the very least, it’s got him screaming and that can only be a good thing. Misty caught the man and the band last week at The Regency in the shadows of their darkness and provided us with the following evidence. Please dig, if you will, her pictures.
Julian Casablancas + The Voidz @ The Regency – 11.9.14