The Coathangers may have garnered a negative response in the listening party, and that might just be a matter of personal taste. Due to their inherent all-female nature, they’re often easily pinned as being “cute” or “poppy”. Be that as it may in their recordings, the live show is a completely different story.
These girls have balls. They are fearless, and if you even think about calling them cutesy, then you certainly have it twisted. Chalk it up to their southern roots that might explain why their music is gritty, raw, and pungent. Hiding beneath all that however, is some semblance of sweetness, though they quickly made it known that their search-and-destroy musical attitude spared no mercy for being coy, and well……..girly.
Perhaps you are privvy to the gimmicks of singing and drumming at the same time (impossible), or the usage of the Roland Juno’s D-beam for a theramin-like effect (still awesome), or coming down from the stage to sing and throw down with the skankers (what is this, a Mighty Mighty Bosstones concert?). Even with all gimmicks aside, the set still delivered. Conjuring the same type of energy as that of a K-mart-dressing-room-one-night-stand, the girls (pardon the phrase) rocked you hard, and left you wanting more, mostly causing you however to wonder what the hell just happened to you.
So let’s assume you were only in the slightest bit enthused by their music (unlikely). The banter alone was worth its weight in gold, as the girls galavanted about in discussions of Al Roker and a certain estranged “pussy” that they are looking for. 35% of what was actually said made any sense. 110% of it was hilarious.
It’s at this point that I will stop berating with you with reasons to like the Coathangers. You either like them or you don’t. Ask anyone at that show, and they’ll tell you that the Coathangers killed it. Of course, you don’t have to take my word for it.