PHOTOS: All Them Witches at 7th St Entry
I was totally late to the game when it came to All Them Witches. Having missed them at the Triple Rock when they were here with Windhand, the first I heard of them was when this opportunity came up to do photos for this show. When I was sending out the “Wow this is a cool band, have you heard them?” messages to my like-minded friends I got back a whole lot of “Well, yeah. They came through last year. Where were you? They’re killer.”
Bassist Michael Parks (also the name of the actor that played the part which I am named after) plays hands down the gnarliest Rickenbacker I’ve ever seen. This wounded warrior has had one of it’s horns amputated and the strap lock relocated to the bottom, which not only looks crazy uncomfortable, it rotated at one point and he had to undo the strap and cable to straighten it out. The finish was so grungy that it looked like someone had sanded it down to bare maple and then lovingly hand-rubbed it with scorched engine oil from a ’82 Buick Skylark. The Rhodes that their guy was playing had apparently shared a foxhole with the bass as it was totally taken out of its case and put into a box that looked like it was made from reclaimed wood from the porch of a condemned farmhouse. None of this has any bearing on the fact that both instruments sounded absolutely fantastic.
On another gearhead note, I stopped to tell Lisa from The Well that I liked their set and that I used to play an old SVT rig just like hers. She lit up and said “Oh cool, a ’73?” and I said “Damn, out-cooled again. Mine was a ’74.” Now that I write this, I remember that when I bought my SVT (for $350) it had all the tolex ripped off and the face plate was brush painted with a greenish bronze paint. It was nasty. This might have something to do with why I liked these two bands so much.