in mid rock
I wasn’t expecting much of a crowd to be joining me for the free Sunday evening performance of Brooklyn-based Conveyor at JNR the other night, but I was pleasantly surprised. They even ran out of beer.
I had seen Conveyor on one prior occasion, and had been taken aback by the technical audacity they so seamlessly managed to blend with danceability. This show served only to reinforce my opinion. Conveyor’s uniform black outfits against their candy-colored instruments set a visually striking backdrop for a set characterized by intricate story lyrics, infectious guitar lines and a minimum of two meters per song. Superbly balanced two and three part harmonies were icing on the cake.
There was a woman in the audience with a snake on her neck, which upon closer inspection (I.E. it stuck its tongue out at me) turned out to be real.
The band was tightly rehearsed, nonchalant and effortlessly musical on stage. Each successive song seemed to garner greater applause, and I’m firmly convinced the crowed would have enjoyed the set with no beer at all.
Which, for a Sunday night, is saying something.