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all words: Andy Hess
all photos: Nicolas Eubanks


Here are some things I knew about Cale Parks and Lemonade going into this show at Comet Ping Pong:

Now, to the review.
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Sadly, due to my inability to tell time, I lost a good majority of Cale Parks’ set during the commute. I’ve had a huge boner for minimal keys, block rockin’ beats and loops lately so it really pains me to have missed so much. Luckily, I caught three and a half songs. But those three songs killed so I can’t complain to much. Parks plays a blend of dream-pop with a dash of dub, but it’s really exhausting to watch Parks perform. On stage he’s constantly switching from analog instruments to keyboards and loops. It’s hard not to get caught up in the spectacle rather than the music itself.
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Other than the 10-15 minutes of technical difficulties before Lemonade’s set, they were as near as perfect as the trio could have possibly been. Lemonade’s tropical punk was a little too much for Comet’s speakers at certain times, but it didn’t matter. The band ran through a 30 minute set with out any signs of fatigue, playing single “Big Weekend” and other Pitchfork approved jams.
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The crowd size was a huge detriment to both bands. There were roughly 20-25 people in there which is most likely the product of a Thursday night show. According to this Facebook thread, this happened last time Lemonade was in town playing Comet. I was going in there expecting a sweaty dance-floor in the back of an already awesome restaurant, but was greeted with the smallest show I’ve ever attended. But size didn’t matter this time because Parks and Lemonade were playing to what seemed to be a room full of friends and family instead a show full of strangers.
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