Concert Review: Clutch
Clutch, with Murder By Death and Maylene and the Sons of Disaster
Thursday, February 28
The Beaumont Club, Kansas City, MO
By JASON HARPER
First of all, Cancun Fiesta Fresh is fucking good. Being wary of its placement in a doomed location — across from the Westport Coffee House, set back from the street by a half-acre of concrete in a white storefront that has housed several failed restaurants over the years — I would never have eaten there if a friend hadn’t suggested it last night for the preshow vittles. My fish tacos were loaded with fresh cabbage and sweet, crispy peppers, and las quesadillas de mi concert amigo, Lethal D. of Bacon Shoe, were like big-fat packets of the chicken flavoring you put in Ramen noodle soup only with real stuff in them, and, uh, not in foil. They were good, I’m saying. The salsa was fresh and had raw onions and cilantro in it. Even at 7:30, the place was busy, with townies coming in to get takeout, including one Mitch Rich of the Rich Boys. When he was introduced to Lethal D., he confessed that he’d never seen Bacon Shoe, and D. confessed right back that he’d never seen the Rich Boys. I give them both a demerit — I mean, WTF? Local musicians gotta support each other.
Meanwhile, across the street, a very non-local show with VERY local people attending it was underway. Parked outside was this monster, whose rider is so hardcore he (or she) prefers to sit on hard metal rather than on anything sissy, like a cushion.
Then again, it’s likely that whoever rides this bike snatches up babies from along the roadside and uses them for cushions.
