The first time I visited Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco, I wasn't very impressed. That had a lot to do with the mass amount of young middle school and high schoolers that were in attendance, it also had a lot to do with the punk pop music that they came to see. However, this time was different. My boyfriend convinced me to see a band that he's smitten with, but I had never heard of. He flipped one as soon as he knew they were playing, so I had no other choice. The band's name was Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs. It's a mouthful but it fits. This is the kind of band that you go to see on New Years Eve for the kind of old-fashioned, swinging partying that can only come from a mixture of American blues and English folk that Holly Golightly and Lawyer Dave bring to the table. Some of their songs are up-beat, almost Americana jigs, while others are bluesy folk slow-dances, but all of them have a darkly comedic theme. The song "My .45" is obviously one of their crowd-pleasers, as the fun lyrics describe a jealous couple plotting to kill each other with their .45 handguns. The duo pulls off these lighthearted relationship-drama songs well with sarcasm and a tinge of depression. It's all very enjoyable for the whole audience. Their stories of their times on the road act well as fillers for their between-song breaks, in which Lawyer Dave will switch his banging-pot for a cowbell as his percussion instrument. The whole experience is very refreshingly low-key and low-tech, ho-down music. I suggest checking out their new album, Dirt Don't Hurt, but more importantly, go see them if they are playing in your area.
-Trish
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