After graduation plans changed in the past year for this Chicagoan, I was brought back into the world of academia that I had hoped to put behind me for a few years. Since returning to France for a spring stint studying at the Sorbonne, I've been scouring the upcoming Parisian shows for an alternative to cafés and pints. Aside from Alkaline Trio's recent gig at a club smaller than the Fireside Bowl, one particular show made me stop in semi-disbelief. Paris was the last place I thought would host the folk-rock (self-prescribed 'metal') fusion of New York City's O'Death.
Be it the swaying shanty of "Mountain Shifts" or the boot-stomping hoot-n-hollering choruses of "On An Aching Sea," the Parisian crowd hung on either enraptured or pleasantly confounded. Shaking off day-old jet lag, Greg Jamie strummed up the reserved crowd, urging them to dance to their unique melting pot of unorthodox bluegrass. "What's dance in French? ... Danser?"
The second time's the charm with this group, topping their Abbey Pub performance last year just before the split with Murder By Death was released. The audibly-challenging vocals give way to broken strings, gypsy-esque Americana, and a raucous performance juxtaposing any preconception of either New York City or folk music.