Everclear :: Wheatus

(11/14/21)

Ace Of Spades Sacramento

Gallery and Review by Fiestaban Photography

β€œDo you remember the 90s? You guys are like β€˜why the fuck do you think we’re

here?!’”

β€” Art Alexakis (11/14/21)

If you’re an X-ennial like myself, Everclear was the soundtrack to many late-night car rides on the brink of teenage tears. When hits like β€œEverything To Everyone” β€œI Will Buy You A New Life” and β€œSanta Monica” flooded the airwaves in the late 90s, life seemed to be heading in the right directionβ€”in a shell-shocked post-Nirvana alt-rock landscape, there were still artists who understood how too many drugs could make the pairing of a bad childhood followed by sudden success seem bearable, but more importantly…livable. This wasn’t the polymath melancholy of Soundgarden or Pearl Jamβ€”this was a punk approach to Pixies, a metal approach to Roy Orbison, a So-Cal Springsteen. In a world rocked by the death of Kurt Cobain, there was still hope for strung-out weirdos like Art Alexakis whose songs about abusive fathers, junky girlfriends, burning bridges, broken spirits, racist communities, but also about hope in the face of overdose and death, somehow still…rocked. Sunday night was that long car ride once again at Sacramento’s Ace Of Spades, along with opener Wheatus.

The sole remaining and founding member of Wheatus, Brendan B. Brown (β€œBBB”) has a severely underappreciated history in the music industry, forming Wheatus with his brother Peter in 1995 (their father called them collectively β€œwhedus” as children). Their iconic hit β€œTeenage Dirtbag”, released in 2000, became the undisputed song of that pre-9/11 summer, selling over 5 million physical copies worldwide and whose music video became synonymous with the movie Loser. Unfortunately toiling in one-hit-wonder stardom for over two decades, Wheatus is a grab-bag of surprising hits, including a garage-rock cover of Erasure’s β€œA Little Respect” (which they unfortunately did not play on Sunday), β€œFourteen” (based on novelist Joyce Maynard’s work), β€œSatan’s Orders” (about a bad boss Brown had in the 90s), and the angst-ridden power-pop β€œLemonade”. Sunday’s concert show was directed by Brown’s bassist Matthew Milligan and featured backup singers Gabriella AimeΓ© Sterbenz and Karlie Bruce (who wrote an untitled song for the show) and showcased Brown’s adoration for AC/DC and other post-hardcore bands, with a cover of β€œRock β€˜n’ Roll Damnation” and a tribute song to the band Quicksand, β€œHey, Mr. Brown” (from their first eponymous album). Truly underrated, this band deserves more recognition from critics and fans alike, Brown quipping at the show, β€œOur second album [Hand Over Your Loved Ones] came out in four countries…not this one.” Fortunately for us, according to Brown, expect a new remaster of their first album next year. From one boat-hat wearing dirtbag to another, please go back and check them out.

Roaring back after a career than spans three decades, last night’s Everclear’s lineup included founder Art Alexakis, Davie French on lead guitar, Freddy Herrera on bass and Brian Nolan on drums. Alexakis once called his style of soulful, gasoline-soaked chord-work β€œcowpunk”, but from seminal albums like Sparkle And Fade, So Much For The Afterglow and Songs From an American Movie Vol. One and Two (or even the oft-forgotten Slow Motion Daydream), rose something that transcended both the country and rock debts the sound paid homage to. Nine studio albums, five EPs and 24 singles later, Alexakis has lead the band from relative obscurity to the apex of success and back again. The 32-years sober front-man, who absolutely lived the rock star life in his heyday, now finds true happiness in his family as well as his music, musing at the show, β€œβ€¦Thank you for coming out on a Sunday…The best thing about Sunday is that I get to fall asleep on a bus and wake up and take my daughter to school tomorrow morning.” A true elder statesman of rock, the silver-coifed Alexakis recounted a story from earlier in the day about a β€œ21-year-old lady” who asked him why he didn’t just bleach his hair any more like in the videos (her exact words, according to Alexakis were, β€œyou don’t look like that anymore”). He replied that those videos came out almost 30 years ago and that an old man with bleached hair is β€œβ€¦not a good look, not to mention, I’ve been married four times, this last one for 18 years and she won’t allow it.” The crowd sneered at the recounting of this young woman’s inapt comment, but Alexakis followed, saying that it’s a testament to the longevity of his music that she knew about these songs, which were recorded a full decade before she was born. Though, not to be outdone by his own story, Alexakis deadpanned to the audience, β€œSo, 21-year-old lady…fuck you.” The audience erupted.

The show opened with the firebrand, β€œSo Much For The Afterglow” and sardonic β€œEverything To Everyone”, then navigated from crowd-pleasers and party-crashers like β€œFather Of Mine”, β€œI Will Buy You A New Life”, β€œSummerland”, β€œWonderful”, β€œStrawberry”, β€œHeroin Girl”, β€œAmphetamine” to a demolition-blast cover of the first 8 bars of Zepplin’s β€œWhole Lotta Loveβ€œ (Alexakis quickly cut it off, saying that he doesn’t like to sing Zepplin and hears it too often, only to sonically plunge the band into β€œAM Radio”) to more obscure rarities like β€œLocal God” (from Baz Luhrmann’s 1996 film Romeo & Juliet), β€œCalifornia King”, or the raucous β€œTwistinside”, plus a cover of Nirvana’s β€œMolly’s Lips”, finally closing their encore with mega-hit β€œSanta Monica”. It was a 90s rock extravaganza that everyone in attendance would agree, that even though we were several hours away from the ocean, we would gladly leave the fire behind, swim out past the breakers and watch the world die. Oh and 21-year-old lady, if you were in attendance last night, fuck you too.

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