The Ettes

Beauty Bar, Aug. 27

Two nights after the trio’s show in Los Angeles ended prematurely because vocalist/guitarist Coco Hames consumed too many pre-show margaritas, the Nashville, Tenn.-based garage rockers turned in a focused performance on the Beauty Bar’s back-patio stage.

Touring behind their recently released fourth full-length album, Wicked Will, the Ettes ripped through nearly 20 songs in about 45 minutes, from slow burners to straightforward stompers that had fans dancing and clapping along. Hames, with her Nancy Sinatra-inspired high-pitched squeak, sounded like the girlfriend who starts out sweet and submissive before ending up stabbing you in the chest with a pair of scissors. This was nothing fancy, just slammin’ retro rock.

Special mention goes to opening band Hans Condor, whose sweaty frontman, Charles Kasper, demonstrated boundless energy on a sweltering night. Not only did he jump from the stage and bloody his knees on the concrete below, but he played finger-blistering guitar riffs as if his life depended on it, often rolling on the ground in the process. He then proceeded to lead the cheers in front of the stage during the Ettes’ set. This was rock-and-roll spectacle at its finest.

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