Sunday, December 17, 2006
Posted at
08:50
by
Carly Carioli
First, you should know this about the In Out:
It’s the In Out. Not the In-Out, and certainly not the In/Out. (I learned this the hard way thanks to an e-mailed tongue-lashing from bassist Nick Blakey.)
However, while I’m not sure exactly what the inspiration was for the band’s name, if it was indeed referring to its use in A Clockwork Orange — as in, “a little of the old ... on a weepy young devotchka” — then I’m sorry to say that the screenplay is quite clear: the hyphen should be employed.
Anyway, the important thing to know about the In Out is that they are good, and have been for a long time. They were plying their trade way back in 1992, in the salad days of Boston’s alterna-rock efflorescence. (Remember, those happy days of Dando and Hanley and Hatfield, where the hours seemed 120-minutes long?)
And they’re still playing music that sounds nothing whatsover like the aforementioned artists.
Blakey, guitarist/vocalist Todd Nudelman, and drummer Tim Morse kick up a noise that resembles, by turns, the clangorous racket Confusion is Sex-era Sonic Youth (“Money & Business”), a Gang of Four personal/political polemic crossbred with the Dave Clark Five (“My Solution”), klieg-lit Ubu-esque shamanistic incantations (“Deutschland”), carbon-monoxide-choking garage rock shake (“Synth Corps”), and Fall-ing down death-rattle throttle (“V.W. Ubergrinder”).
They share a bill tonight (December 17) with The Hidden and Jeffrey Simmons at The Bulfinch Yacht Club.That’s at 234 Friend Street, near the much bigger venue of TD Bank North Garden.
-- Mike Milliard
