The beauty of live music lies in both the communal experience and the joy of the unexpected. The Delta Saints blazed through Mercury Lounge on Thursday with their brand of bayou- and psychedlia-inflected rock. It’s a combination that isn’t obvious until you find yourself riveted by Delta blues howl in one song and gliding along spacey, silvery melodies in the next. There’s dobro. There’s velvety, vintage delay. And it’s all tied together by the kinetic charisma of the Tennessee-based five-piece with a sound that’s Nashville by way of Neptune.
It was plain from the New York crowd’s energy — gazing reverently at the band, dancing along while mouthing the lyrics — that this is a band you fall for, fast and hard. “What do you say we get outta here?” queries Ben Ringle in California. These lines encapsulate the restless energy that animates much of The Delta Saints’ new album, Monte Vista. Working with producer Eddie Spear (Jack White, Arctic Monkeys, Chris Stapleton), the group harnesses both raw urgency in songs like “Are You” (what will the daylight bring?) and luminous reflection in tracks like “Space Man,” (written in the weeks after David Bowie’s passing).
Watch the band’s impassioned live performance — the give and take between Ringel (vocals & guitar), Dylan Fitch (guitar), David Supica (bass), Vincent “Footz” Williams (drums), and Nate Kremer (keyboards) — and you’ll be struck by the delicious irony: The Delta Saints are a band with a celestial name that makes the sort of music that inspires sinning.
Article: Vivian Wang