Band of Brothers at the Avalon

Where saints and sinners become friends and lovers.

It was early in the evening when the brothers Felice (Ian, James, and Simone, with a “blood brother” on bass) took the stage in the former house of the Lord, which converted more recently to a den of Sin. The ragged band of brethren proved that they are likely to take the mantle as the next Great American Storytellers, with verse evoking a meeting of Dylan and John Prine. It was an authentic saloon-stompin’ set, even if the crowd stood still. “We hear CMJ is a bunch of stiffs,” yelled out the man at the kit. Silence (perhaps approval). “Well, take off your badges and dance.” Exactly. —D.C.

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