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Dicky Barrett of the Mighty Mighty Bosstones
at the Bowery Ballroom, 5/1/00
photo by Glenn Emerstone © 2000 NY Rock

 

The Mighty Mighty Bosstones:
Barroom Bravado at the Bowery Ballroom

by Glenn Emerstone

Combining thrashy ska, hardcore and the punky attitude of your neighborhood bar band, the Mighty Mighty Bosstones pulled the punches in a tour-de-force of mixed beats, skiffed-up rhythms and the baddest-ass horn section in town. Fronted by both the gracious, charismatic Dicky Barrett and second vocalist, cheerleader and sidekick Ben Carr, who looks and dances like a rubber-legged Pee Wee Herman with ants in his pants, the Boston natives funked up the house with the barroom bravado of a thousand drunken sailors.

In a last-minute surprise show to kick-off their latest release Pay Attention, May 1, 2000, the Mighty Mighty Bosstones played with all the guts and glory of an Ivy League football team making a goal-line run. They took on thrown plastic cups and bodies, which were strewn like rag dolls on stage by the festive hungry crowd.

Stone cold sober, except for being drunk on fun, the boisterous young crowd took turns stage diving and singing backup to the band's pounding beats and arrangements that bordered on riotous. The shell-shocked Barrett beamed over the madness like a proud Daddy.

Bosstones
                        L to R: Lawrence Katz (guitar), Joe Sirois (drums),
               Roman Fleysher (sax), Dicky Barrett (vocals),
            Joe Gittleman (bass), Ben Carr (bosstone),
                              Dennis Brockenborough (trombone), Tim Burton (sax).
  

The band opened the set with "1-2-8" and bedlam immediately ensued for the remainder of the hour-and-a-half set. I would have sought the nearest air raid shelter had I not needed photos for this piece. On tunes like "Hope I Never Lose My Wallet" and "The Bartender's Song" the spirited party flew and bones crashed in the mosh pit where a couple of bullies were having some body-bashing testosterone-leashing fun at the expense of the weaklings in the house, like me.

An equal opportunity blowout, some of the ladies got into the spirit of the evening, stage diving and having their bodies hoisted skyward, poked and prodded like oranges at a fruit-stand as they made their way back to the front like lambs to slaughter.

Sweated and exhausted to the point of passing out, singer Barrett fed off the crowd's bloodthirst, offering up his soul as frat-boy leader at party central in exchange for raised fists, party chants and the cutest blonde in the house, who was pulled backstage at show's end while Barrett chimed, "I have the best fucking job in the world."

May 2000

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