Bluegrass Show Review: Horseshoes & Hand Grenades with Hott Saxxx Ensemble
Foot-Stompin' in the Fox Valley
What do the devil’s drink stash, neon provocative walls, acoustic guitars, and grenades have in common? When mixed they become one damn good get-down…morally speaking too. One genre of music that the Fox Valley should be indulging in more is none other than good ole foot-stompin’ bluegrass. On Friday, January 20, 2012, the bluegrass get-down in the Fox Valley was, for those most fortunate to attend, the grooviest at Diablo’s Cantina.
Hott Saxxx, although a member or two short, warmed the slightly cavant crowd first. Two or three soothing twangy songs into their set and people began to flood the scene. For this being my first time seeing Hott Saxxx I was sad at first that I wasn’t going to get the full-effect of the entire band, but now I’m just anxious for that next time when I do. I mean, Hott Saxxx warmed that place up good. With their encircling acoustic guitar melodies, dancin’ on the steady poundin’ stand-up bass joined with the neat-o washboard/bell/cowbell contraption the ensemble hit their groove. And once the fiddle was introduced for a few songs, the crowd nearly lost it as they proceeded to hop around in western bunny-like delight.
Hott Saxxx, although a member or two short, warmed the slightly cavant crowd first. Two or three soothing twangy songs into their set and people began to flood the scene. For this being my first time seeing Hott Saxxx I was sad at first that I wasn’t going to get the full-effect of the entire band, but now I’m just anxious for that next time when I do. I mean, Hott Saxxx warmed that place up good. With their encircling acoustic guitar melodies, dancin’ on the steady poundin’ stand-up bass joined with the neat-o washboard/bell/cowbell contraption the ensemble hit their groove. And once the fiddle was introduced for a few songs, the crowd nearly lost it as they proceeded to hop around in western bunny-like delight.
Set Break
_ After the short break, the Steven’s Point native Horseshoes and Hand Grenades took the stage. Instantaneously after picking up their instruments, whether one was smoking outside, in the bathroom, or possibly in the club next door, the dance floor grabbed them all and they stayed that way nearly the remainder of the set. Yes, the crowd stayed put, but, at the same time, nobody could stay completely put.
No one in the club could seem to resist them Horseshoe boys. Consisting of a banjo, guitar, stand-up bass, fiddle/violin, and harmonica, Horseshoes and Hand Grenades brought the hoot n’ nanny to Diablo’s Cantina and left a slight disheartening, “but when’s the next time?” taste in your whiskey. All I know is the Fox Valley could always use another helping of both bands, anytime. Although I had slightly pessimistic thoughts on—a seemingly “be-boppin’” dance venue being Diablo’s Cantina. It was a collaboration with the deep-in-the-woods, moonshine-quality music that I’ll take another helping (or 5) of… anytime.
No one in the club could seem to resist them Horseshoe boys. Consisting of a banjo, guitar, stand-up bass, fiddle/violin, and harmonica, Horseshoes and Hand Grenades brought the hoot n’ nanny to Diablo’s Cantina and left a slight disheartening, “but when’s the next time?” taste in your whiskey. All I know is the Fox Valley could always use another helping of both bands, anytime. Although I had slightly pessimistic thoughts on—a seemingly “be-boppin’” dance venue being Diablo’s Cantina. It was a collaboration with the deep-in-the-woods, moonshine-quality music that I’ll take another helping (or 5) of… anytime.
