More likely to play Reykjavik than Detroit, and more likely to release songs on flexi-discs in Dutch comic books than provide MP3s on their website, Shellac (or Shellac of North America) will always be known for doing it their way. Able to operate completely outside the typical machinations of music — independent or otherwise — the trio carved out a sizable niche in the sewage-infested gutters of underground rock & roll.
Trebly, cutting guitar work, deadpan vocals, odd rhythms and rumbling bass create a raw sound that is apparent on each Shellac recording, which rarely (if ever) employ overdubs. Shellac tour at a sporadic pace, usually in geographic locations they want to visit, and frequently play in unconventional confines such as riverboats. Sharing a skewed sense of humor that is fully apparent in their recordings and excellent packaging, it’s possible that a concertgoer could walk away from a Shellac show with anything ranging from an autographed baseball to visions of bassist Bob Weston in a bunny outfit.
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Tickets are no longer available for online purchase, but are available at the box office, north of Chicago on Noble.