![]() He’s locked in with his creative foil, drummer George Carbonie, who’s looking back at him wide-eyed while keeping the breakneck pace. Guitarist Mark Haas strikes an impressive pose while conjuring a shrieking solo reminiscent of Dinosaur Jr.’s J Mascis. ![]() But it’s not just about being in love with music in general-but performing it: The physical act of creation. To watch The Underhills from this close vantage is to be reminded of the transformative-and restorative-power of music. No way: It’s perfect… But maybe they’re just ready to wrap up and watch the Saints play. I’m in an undisclosed location (Sorry: No narcs) listening to six dudes who aren’t supposed to be in a rock band being the best rock band in the world-well, at least in a 30-mile radius-at 5 pm on a dreary football Sunday in January.Īnd, right now, in the middle of this undisclosed location, I’m as amped up as said six dudes, who are blazing through a selection of 80’s “college rock” obscurities from the likes of R.E.M., Hoodoo Gurus, and Guadalcanal Diary, not to mention like-minded classic rockers such as the late great Tom Petty’s “American Girl.” The tempos are powerfully fast-so much so that the drummer (of all people!) wonders if they should slow it down. ![]() The Underhills prove that it’s never too late to rock
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