GLASSJAW

3.11.01
The Wetlands Preserve
New York, NY

Time on the road has apparently allowed New York's Glassjaw to develop their incendiary live show into controlled chaos. Starting their set off slowly with a deliberate, Jeff Buckley-inspired number from their upcoming second album, the quintet explore new sonic territory that favours a more radio-friendly sound over their customary, gritty distortion treatment.

Switching gears to ear-shattering dynamics, the ensuing pandemonium of 'Pretty Lush' brings the spectacle of bodies-in-motion to life. Guitarist Justin Beck pogos and swivels his axe, as human waves spill onto the stage. Frontman Daryl Palumbo triumphantly rides atop one fan's shoulders, straight into the middle of the fray like a shining knight into battle.

Palumbo thrives on a theatrical mix of sensitivity and testosterone, from his tragic croon to throat-ripping howl and commanding stage presence. But, in the midst of all the hyperactive fun, the singer's snide remarks suggest a love-hate relationship with his hometown's tight-knit music scene.

Although Palumbo's chiding alienates the audience throughout the show, Glassjaw clearly feel passionate about what they do. "Music," the tortured singer expresses to his crowd, "…it makes your soul feel like jumping." Palumbo has a few things to get off his chest, and who better to share it with than a few hundred fans?

- Hal Miller

This review was originally featured on www.metal-is.com