There wasn't really much left for Thrice's Dustin Kensrue to say as his band capped the last of its farewell shows on Tuesday night at the Observatory in Santa Ana. After three hours, 33 songs, and a total of 14 years together, their final night of sweat, screams and shredding did most of the talking for them. And besides, when Kensrue isn't growling into the mic, the vocalist/guitarist/father of three doesn't seem like much of a speech giver. But since the sold-out crowd spilling over the barriers in front of him demanded one at the end of their set, the 31-year-old frontman obliged–opting to leave things on a simple, hopeful note.
“Thank you all so much…even with all the places we've been, there's never been a place that rivaled home,” he said. “We're thankful and we'll see you in the future at an undisclosed time.”
Critical Bias: I recently found a long CD case of Thrice's Illusion of Safety in my closet and had a momentary high school flashback. That album pretty much defined my sophomore year.
Nate Jackson is the gatekeeper to your dreams of local dive bar stardom. If he writes about you, expect your band to be offered at least one more drink ticket than the rest of the bands on the bill. Get his attention with some groovy tunes and he might just do it. Then, boy will you feel special.