BUSH With Chevelle and Filter
At: the House of Blues, Saturday
When the iconic, hard-charging guitar riff of “Machinehead’’ from Bush’s 1994 massive hit debut bit through the thick air of the sold-out House of Blues on Saturday night, it seemed an indication the British band would make good on the implied premise of this nostalgia-mining tour. (Or that a New England Patriots game was about to kick off.) After all, the three acts on the package, including industrial-rock screamers Filter and sludgy metal trio Chevelle were all formed in the early ’90s.
At: the House of Blues, Saturday
When the iconic, hard-charging guitar riff of “Machinehead’’ from Bush’s 1994 massive hit debut bit through the thick air of the sold-out House of Blues on Saturday night, it seemed an indication the British band would make good on the implied premise of this nostalgia-mining tour. (Or that a New England Patriots game was about to kick off.) After all, the three acts on the package, including industrial-rock screamers Filter and sludgy metal trio Chevelle were all formed in the early ’90s.
Quite thoughtful, then, of Bush’s still youthful Gavin Rossdale to have preserved himself in some sort of cryogenically sealed chamber over the past 20 years; it made the time-shift easier to swallow. Surprisingly, it was some of the newer material from the band’s recent “The Sea of Memories’’ that stood out most. Songs like the current single “The Afterlife,’’ which you may know as “that one new song on the radio that sounds like Bush,’’ showed a hookier ear than ever, channeling back into the “dark,’’ muscular rock style that Bush helped inject into modern radio years ago.
On
songs like “I Believe in You,’’ Rossdale proved he could still bring
it, with both his voice and his body in fine form. Looking outrageously
fit in a cut-up white T-shirt, he made it hard to concentrate on
anything other than his rippling shoulders and abs. Come on, dude. All
that yoga with wife Gwen Stefani, perhaps? Rossdale’s been busy in his
capacity as a professional celebrity in recent years, so he seemed
determined to remind the crowd, presumably made up entirely of paparazzi
and TMZ employees, why people cared in the first place.
Past
hits performed by the four-piece band (drummer Robin Goodridge is the
only other original member with Rossdale) such as “The Chemicals Between
Us’’ and “Greedy Fly,’’ with their foreboding guitar chopping and
controlled feedback, served well to jog the casual fan’s memory, while
the more iconic numbers such as “Everything Zen,’’ with a left-turn
Talking Heads interlude in the middle, and “Comedown’’ whipped the crowd
into a frenzy. Rossdale, singing from a wireless mike in the crowd, or
playing guitar on the barricade, further stoked the fandom fire. Back
onstage, he writhed back into his rock star martyr pose, coming off as a
cross between a Russell Brand character and Sweaty Sax man from “Lost
Boys.’’ But the illusion worked, for those in the crowd who wanted to
believe.
Speaking of
too-handsome frontmen, Chevelle and Filter played enjoyably moribund
sets, digging back into their own respective trove of singles. The
former impressed in particular, with its gritty, down-tuned metal and
soaring vocals on such past hits as “The Red’’ and “Send the Pain
Below.’’
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