If you ever want to really get down and dirty at the Replay, snuggle in for a night with Mr. and the Mrs. The duo is so rough around the edges, it’s almost too good to be true.
On Friday night the indecorous ruckus-rousers treated the venue to some pure, hip thrusting rock. In between the guitarist’s scratchy screams and the drummer’s blunt banging on the drums, we found something similar to a raw and stripped down version of the White Stripes. Even the dronier songs got your heart racing and your head banging. This was hairy garage rock at its finest.
The drummer oozed attitude. She often closed her eyes, cocked her head back in pure ecstasy, and brought all the guitar riffs home. Just looking at her makes you feel naughty, like you have a spanking coming.
The set was deliciously erosive, but far from unpolished. Every strike of the drums and screechy noise that came out of the guitar was well-planned in the harshest of manners. Mr. and the Mrs. play the kind of music you want to get dirty to behind closed doors, but chances are you’ll do it at the Replay with the band anyway.