Dappled Cities live at The Independent in  San Francisco.

I ventured out on the always reliable word of my Aussie indymusifile friend, Grace “Great” Jones to catch Dappled Cities on their US tour. 

What I’d already heard of them I liked and what I liked of them I’d already heard.  Translation: I liked their hits.  The rest didn’t kick San Francisco in the nuts quite as hard as I had hoped they would.

Overall Dappled Cities is a strong band that offers something that’s become a rarity in the indy scene.  It’s called fun.  The dual vocals and falsetto screeches anchor a chaotic flow that can, at times, wrap your mind in a neat bow.  Tonight, however, they reminded me of that couple that goes out onto the dance floor all by themselves because they’re going to have a good time whether the rest of you fuckers decide to move your hips or not.  Dappled front men Tim, Dave and company did their darndest to bring the crowd in, but the Monday San Fran urbanites didn’t fully accept the invitation. 

Soon some crowd in the States is going to want to French kiss Dappled Cities till dawn, but tonight they’ll have to settle for a smoldering glance from afar.  Don’t worry, Grace, they’re still the band I put on all my mix CDs.    

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