Man Man, Chandeliers | Bottom Lounge | Rock, Pop, Etc | Chicago Reader

Man Man, Chandeliers Recommended Early Warnings (Music) Soundboard

When: Sun., July 5, 8 p.m. 2009

If you’d told me in 1995 that one day I’d like a band led by a singer calling himself Honus Honus who seems to be shooting for a goofied-up hybrid of Tom Waits and Nick Cave—a band that not only resuscitates old-timey swing and skiffle beats but prominently features a xylophone—I would’ve dumped my Huber in your appletini. But Philadelphia weirdballs Man Man sound more likely to prank call the Squirrel Nut Zippers than to schmooze with ’em. They stuff ten pounds of soul into a five-pound bag, creating jaunty, snazzy tunes so odd and lumpy you almost want to ask them what exactly they were trying to pull off. I guess it’s possible they don’t even know—full of surreal lyrics, chaotic breakdowns, and tormented trumpet whinnies, their music marches from klezmer freak-outs to sweet oboe solos with a slap-happy urgency. It doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense, but that’s part of its unlikely charm. Chandeliers open. —Ann Sterzinger

Price: $15

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