Show Review // Red Bull Sound Select: Day 13 With Car Seat Headrest
Written By : Amy Cummings, UCLA Radio Intern
Photos Courtesy of Red Bull Sound Select Content Pool
Considering how easy it is to listen to Car Seat Headrest in daily life, it never would have occurred to me to label them as a ârockâ band. Accordingly, I didnât fully consider just how loud their live performance would be, or how much screaming would be involved. Tickets to the show sold out in just over an hour, and I mourned for weeks that I hadnât gotten tickets before miraculously getting my hands on a press pass.
As soon as Will Toledo walked on stage, soon joined by the rest of the band, I could feel the energy in the room rising. After acknowledging the recent presidential election and citing the death of Leonard Cohen this week, as well as the yearâs earlier loss of David Bowie, the band opened with covers of Cohenâs âField Commander Cohenâ and Bowieâs âFive Yearsâ to start the show. All four members of the band were giving it their all, evidenced by the blasting guitars and drums radiating over the crowd. But the moment I knew we were in for a great ride was when we heard the opening notes of âFill in the Blank,â the first track from CSHâs highly-anticipated Teens of Denial album, which came out earlier this year. After a roar of approving applause and cheers, the crowd began singing along: âIâm so sick of⌠(fill in the blank)âŚâ As the instruments all briefly cut out for the start of the chorus, the crowd started to not just sing but scream along with the chorus: ââYou have no right to be depressed!â âYou havenât tried hard enough to like itâ⌠it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurtsâŚâ Although the bandâs faces remained stoic, the crowdâs energy built throughout the set to match the intensity of the music pouring off the stage. The crowd continued alternatively singing and screaming along, even to some of the bandâs older songs.
The show, of course, was incredible. It was almost hard to believe that such a strong musical performance was coming from this relatively calm-looking group of musicians. Unlike performers who throw their whole bodies into their act, the bandâs faces reflected a placid state of concentration. Will, the poster child of CSH, barely moved for most of the show, besides picking up and putting down his guitar. The ultimate of art boys, he was clad in a gray dress shirt, shiny black dress shoes, and a dark tie and jacket as if he had just escaped from some oppressive prep school. I wondered how he was able to play without sweating through all those clothes. Nonetheless, his vocals were surprisingly powerful, to say nothing of the frequent screaming that broke through sporadically. The bandâs outward low-energy stage presence, contrasted with the intensity of their performance, seemed to represent something often reflected in their lyrics: you might look calm on the outside, but inside you can still be filled with rage, power, and pain.
Pictured above: UCLA Radio interns before having their minds completely blown by Car Seat Headrest
After an impressive hour-long set that went by in what seemed like a few moments, Will stepped to the mic and announced, âWe were going to end this with a sad song, but I donât want to do that anymore âcause Iâm actually feeling pretty good right now.â We saw his elusive smile for maybe the first time as he turned to his bandmates and they banged out âDestroyed by Hippie Powersâ to close out the set. Then they disappeared off stage, and the crowd screamed for an encore like our lives depended on it. After an excruciating minute or two that almost made us believe that the walk-off was for real, they re-emerged and told us they hadnât been able to decide between âthe sad encoreâ or âthe happy encore,â so they would do both. The sad factors were obvious, but âthe happy thing is that life goes on, and we still go to rock shows, and we still fall in love and all the other good shit,â Will told us. The band played two more songs. I didnât want it to end and neither did anybody else.
It would do no good to try to further put into words exactly how the show was or how euphoric it was to be among all the other angsty people dancing, jumping, and singing along as we dumped our hearts all over the Teragram Ballroom. There were no hecklers, there was no moshing, only people reacting in earnest to music that really touched them. After the show I spent fully 24 hours thinking about how perfect it all was and hearing in my mind the echo of the crowd. Iâm not one for concert videos, but I combed YouTube for a live recording of âFill In the Blank,â and no one was singing along in any of them. Red Bull Sound Select, if youâre reading, please release live footage of Day 13 so we can see a band and a concert crowd together at their finest. For now, Iâll be clinging to the memories and waiting for the next tour.