PISSED JEANS at Lee’s Palace, Tuesday, April 16. Rating: NNN
Matt Korvette is one of rock's finest, and funniest, frontmen. Pissed Jeans' gangly vocalist tuck-rolled onto the stage at Lee's Palace, and went on to strut around it for the band's set: wiggling his hips and pouting and sloping against the wall, slowly burning the crotch and ass out his skin-tight trousers. Korvette moves like a lanky scarecrow Mick Jagger, like a nerdier Iggy Pop, like David Yow with a shirt on.
After sniping at someone the audience, Korvette segregated the crowd: singles in the pit, couples and marrieds at the back, non-monogamous couples in between. Then: Bathroom Laughter the opener from the band's terrific new LP, Honeys. The band was good. Their noisy, hyphen-friendly, post-post-hardcore (let's just call it "punk") proves as satisfying live as it does on record, their throbbing intensity providing counterpoint to their almost comically banal lyrics. But the thin floor crowd and the half-assed mosh pit (mostly just one guy stomping around) left a little to be desired, especially for anyone who remembers the band's more intimate show at Sneak's last year.
Pissed Jeans worked through a number of songs from the new record, and their back catalog, culminating in an encore that featured Korvette teasing the bassline to Offspring's Come Out And Play (the first song he ever learned, apparently), and ending with Boring Girls, a one-chord banger that had the band at their best: thrashing, raging, lyrics squealed into unintelligibility.