Coheed and Cambria
October 5, 2012
On Friday night, I was flipping through the television and waiting for my ride to the Coheed and Cambria show at Fingerprints. “The Song Remains the Same,” the legendary film of Led Zeppelin's show at Madison Square Garden, was on VH1Classic. It was almost serendipitous, because it was clear that Coheed and Cambria shared some similarities with the legendary band — screeching vocals, epic guitar solos and strange mystic symbolism.
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through their soundcheck. They sat in wooden chairs in
front of a red curtain with their acoustic guitars, running through
their set list, and asking questions like: “Is this song a half-step
down? What are we leading off with? What are we ending with?” Even
during the warm-up, Coheed sounded tight and inviting. New bassist, Zach Copper, brought a texture to the harmonies that created vibrancy and fullness, and drummer, Josh Eppard, rocked an egg-shaker and banged on the tambourine with enthusiasm. Our only gripe of course was the absence of the cowbell.
the band went upstairs to the loft at Fingerprints, surrounded by album
posters, old records and strange musical instruments, and the crowd
bullied into the store and set up shop in front of the stage, one at a
time, screaming and yelling in anticipation. “I don't know what's going
on,” one fan said, “but I love it.”
and Cambria are known for their heavy sound and guitar licks —
harmonics popping off like roman candles — that create a tension, as if
at any moment, their songs are about to take a detour into metal. But
on Friday night, the show was intimate, acoustic and, well, a
softer-side of the post-hardcore band not many have seen. They opened
their set with the title track from their new album, “The Afterman.” The song was highlighted by Claudio Sanchez's distinctive voice paired with Travis Stever's lead guitar, looping a syncopated melody to the main hook.
in-store concert brought the audience into an unparalleled intimacy
with the band, and the crowd became an integral part of the performance.
Coheed was interacting with the crowd, responding to their remarks —
somebody in the audience was riding Eppard for rocking out too hard
with a tambourine — and Sanchez was cueing the crowd, asking them to
take the lead vocals, as if he was a conductor cueing the brass section.
The crowd sang with passion, and Sanchez continued to encourage: “You
sound great.” With their cell phones raised high, capturing videos for
YouTube and blogs, the audience beamed with fanboy joy.
While the band only played around six songs without an encore, Coheed
stayed for hours after the show, signing records and interacting with
the audience. For the lucky few in attendance, it almost felt like they
were just chilling in the living room at house party, while Coheed
played an impromptu set on someone's couch – just with a far more superior sound
Coheed reminds me of awkward high-school memories. And sometimes
Sanchez's vocal delivery kind of reminds me of Popeye asking Olive for