Red Room Ultra Bar played host to a solid night of rock ‘n’ roll last Thursday. Four bands filled the bill, bookended by Vancouver’s Whiplash Escalade and Seattle’s Thunderpussy. Unfortunately, I was only able to catch the two middle bands, starting with Vancouver Island’s One Night Stand and the more local Miss Quincy and the Showdown. Fortunately, those two were a show in themselves.
One Night Stand mixed laid back country swagger with melodic pop-punk energy – all tied together by bouncy keyboard action. They’re catchy, feel-good rock with a classic sensibility and a sense of humour that got the crowd boogeying from the first song on.
While introducing one song, singer/rhythm guitarist Nevil Meyer said, “I’d like to say it’s all about friendship. But it’s really about getting drunk.” Talk about repping his “World’s Best Dad” shirt. But he explained: “The only reason I’m the world’s best dad is because I don’t have kids.”
They also played a number called “Twenty-Wonderful”. Don’t quote me on the exact spelling of the pun, but the tune was “about doing dumb shit with your dumb friends,” Meyer elaborated. Jangly guitars broke into a hot mess of solos after the track switched gears with rumbling, tumbling drums.
Extremely Canadian songs always complete a good time, and One Night Stand had one ready: “Colder Than a Canadian Winter” was one that everyone in the house got behind.
As a final highlight, the band broke out an accordion. Never an earsore, the instrument blended seamlessly into the mix, even during its magnificent solo.
Next were Miss Quincy and the Showdown. Jody Peck (aka Miss Quincy) is a boisterous, supremely confident spirit, and such comes through in the trio’s music. Above all, they like to have fun, and their night at the Red Room was especially fun: not only were they amped to have been opening for Thunderpussy, but the show doubled as a stagette party for their bassist, Jessie Robertson, before she got married the next day. The party dressed appropriately, Quincy and Robertson in white wedding gowns.
“Lady’s and gentlemen, you’ve just walked into a rock ‘n’ roll stagette party,” Quincy informed the crowd, which included Robertson’s parents. “It’s time to take it to the church.” The band launched into the stomp-and-clap intro of “Take It To the Well”, and everyone got the clue instantly, if they weren’t familiar already, joining in and thumping along. By this point, the floor had filled up quickly, and the dancing had commenced in full swing.
Robertson got to shine even more on the groovy, bass-led “Make Money”, but she slowed down enough to allow Quincy to ascend with some pedal effects that sounded like the band was lifting off into space. Not typical blues-rock fare.
The night came complete with a bouquet-toss. “All you single people in the audience, this might be your night,” Quincy said, raising some hopes. The bride-to-be may have thrown the flowers a bit too enthusiastically – they snagged the rafters and fell straight down to the edge of the stage. But one particular hopeful dashed in and triumphantly nabbed them before making a quick get-away.
Wedding regalia or not, Miss Quincy and the Showdown are riveting and cool – wickedly delicious, bad-ass rock ‘n’ roll that makes any night one to remember.