The Afghan Whigs & Mercury Rev At The Showbox

The Afghan Whigs and Mercury Rev left no doubt that bands deep into their career can remain fresh, creative, and powerful rather than being merely content to rehash old glories while mining outdated work. Both bands effectively meshed the past with the current in front of a packed Showbox Sunday evening. I go back a good bit with both acts and was struck by their ability to integrate early material with current work while maintaining consistency throughout their sets.

I saw the Afghan Whigs a number of times back in the 90’s shortly after the band had signed to Subpop and relocated to the Pacific Northwest. They were frequent flyers at RCKCNDY and other now long-gone clubs in and around Seattle. The band both fit in nicely alongside and stood slightly apart from the then nascent grunge scene. No torn flannels and long johns for Greg Dulli, the lead singer and leader of the Afghan Whigs. Duli and his crew dressed a bit slicker than a lot of their peers (polo shirts and slacks? oh my!) and incorporated soul, R&B, and other black pop music idioms and influences into their driving guitar attack. The current tour marks the 40th year of the band’s existence (albeit with a lengthy hiatus in the early aughts). The Whigs have 10 albums under their belt and are on the cusp of delivering another. One would be hard pressed to find a more consistent catalog among recording acts of similar tenure.

The Whigs opened strong with ‘Parked Outside’ from 2014’s ‘Do the Beast’, countered with the harrowing ‘I’m Her Slave’ from ‘Congregation’ (1992), and drove it over the fence with ‘Light As a Feather’ from 2017’s excellent ‘In Spades’, all before Dulli paused to greet the audience. The band played a blistering 90 minute set drawing from all but their earliest album. While only Dulli and bass player John Curley remain from the band’s early days, the drum, lead guitar, and guitar/keyboard seats have all been filled with outstanding, complimentary players. Lead guitarist Christopher Thorn (Blind Melon) was of particular note.

Buffalo’s Mercury Rev have been active for 37 years and have 10 albums to their credit. 1998’s ‘Deserter’s Songs’ garnered the most critical praise and highest sales of the band’s career but one could reasonably argue that each successive album has exhibited additional proof of Mercury Rev’s continued growth and evolution. Their well-received set Sunday evening spanned the entirety of their career while feeling cut from a consistent sonic and thematic cloth. Mercury Rev lays on the reverb which, paired with their hushed and elliptical vocals, goes nicely with their trippy light and smoke effects. During some of the more extended instrumental sections I found myself being pleasantly reminded of mid period Pink Floyd. That’s a destination I’m always happy to visit.

While the Afghan Whigs and Mercury Rev are two entirely different beasts, I can’t help note that they seem to employ a similar approach to recording. Not content to revisit their past glories (although they certainly scratch that itch as well), both bands continue to create new music while evolving and refining their aesthetic. I would argue that this refusal to laurel rest allows each band to remain fresh and relevant. Whatever the reason for their continued excellence, I can’t argue with the results. 1,000 happy (and loud) fans at the Showbox last night seemed to agree with me.

Photos: Chet Faker w/Ideas By Ab @ the Showbox

Chet Faker w/Ideas By Ab @ the Showbox – 5/7/26
Photos by Brandon Lopez

Australia’s Chet Faker was in Seattle on May 7th, shortly after he gave fans a new album called A Love For Strangers in February ’26. Faker, whose real name is Nicholas James Murphy, is midway-through his tour named after the album, and he also co-directed the video for the track, “1000 Ways.” Ideas By Ab, a Minnesotan producer, opened the evening.

Chet Faker – photo by Brandon Lopez

Chet Faker – phoned by Brandon Lopez

Ideas By Ab – photos by Brandon Lopez

Show Review & Photos: Queens of the Stone Age @ the Paramount

Queens of the Stone Age @ the Paramount – 4/29/26
Show Review by Wendy Colton
Photos by Rachel Crick

Queens of the Stone Age‘s Josh Homme – photo by Rachel Crick

Unplugged Queens of the Stone Age Electrifies Seattle

More dark cabaret than rock show, this angular, stripped-down performance was a far cry from the beefy, radio-hit-heavy Queens of the Stone Age concerts we’ve moshed through before. Tickets didn’t sell out in minutes – they vanished in seconds worldwide. The buzz around this tour, supporting their latest EP Alive in the Catacombs – recorded literally underground in a Paris ossuary lined with human skulls – is very real.

Josh Homme appeared trim and debonair, perfectly suited to the Paramount’s old-world glamour: tailored suit, gold watch, even a matching tooth. Swinging an antique lantern – casting slow, moody shadows or whipping up stark urgency – the band reimagined opening songs and deep cuts into something slippery and atmospheric, launching the first of three distinct acts with inky precision.

Weird? Yes. Cool? Absolutely. During “Suture Up Your Future,” Homme wielded an actual meat cleaver. The hushed audience hovered between enchantment and intimidation. Do we laugh? Pray? Cheer? Cry? All of the above. At one point, he slipped into the aisles, casually swinging the cleaver, crooning to a few lucky fans, even waltzing a few into a brief, swoony spin.

Josh Homme of QOTSA – photo by Rachel Crick

Act II lifted the curtain on a small orchestra – local players adding lush strings, horns, woodwinds, and even theremin. Paired with deep electronic bass triggers and Homme’s heavy guitar, the sound was anything but sleepy: modern, sleek, and intense. Think EDM festival meets avant-garde theater, minus the excess.

A pre-show call to “dress your best” paid off – less black band tee uniform, more chic and foxy. Still, the black band tee and merch line snaked up the stairs, wrapped the mezzanine, and climbed to the third floor. Those gold-foiled posters didn’t stand a chance.

By Act III, a tumbler of liquor and cigarette perched on the piano, Homme could have tipped into cliché. Instead, it read as effortless – cosmopolitan, not loungy. Mature, but still dangerous. Not too serious. Still unmistakably badass. Emphasis on the piano.

Josh Homme – photo by Rachel Crick

Even after an impossibly intimate a cappella duet with bassist Michael Shuman, it’s hard not to call this The Josh Show. As the sole remaining original member, he’s the gravitational center. Troy Van Leeuwen – five albums deep – remains a quieter genius. But every eye in the room tracks Homme. Four decades in, he’s grown into a towering rock figure: multi-instrumentalist, collaborator, headline magnet, complete with myth, feuds, and legend.

Back onstage, he spoke warmly about Seattle – his time on Capitol Hill at 24 (“a virgin”), attending Seattle Central, the invitation to join Screaming Trees. A little tequila in the mix, sure, but the affection felt genuine. The crowd roared when he recalled QOTSA’s first show at the OK Hotel. By the time he told us we were the best audience of the tour, the last reserved fan let loose. Connection achieved.

This tour hints at a new branch of rock performance – part residency, part theater, part reinvention. You can feel the lineage, the influence, the evolution. It’s still QOTSA at the root: a hard rock, platinum-selling band with stadium dates ahead. But this darker, more sophisticated offshoot? It’s going far. Turn and face the strange.

After a sing-along of “Long Slow Goodbye,” the band clinked glasses and waved goodnight, emotion just under the surface. A Mark Lanegan track played as the lights came up. The audience drifted out.

But the magic – of the music, the night, the Paramount, Les Catacombs de Paris – didn’t drift far.

It’s still right here.

Queens of the Stone Age – all photos by Rachel Crick

Deep cuts:

ACT I

Running Joke/Paper Machete

Kalopsia

Villains Of Circumstance

Suture Up Your Future

ACT II

Never Came

Someone’s In The Wolf/A Song For The Deaf/Straight Jacket Fitting

Mosquito Song

Keep Your Eyes Peeled

Spinning In Daffodils (Them Crooked Vultures cover)

ACT III

You Got A Killer Scene There, Man…

Hideaway

The Vampyre Of Time And Memory

Auto Pilot

Easy Street

Fortress

…Like Clockwork

ENCORE

Long Slow Goodbye

Show Review and Photos: Puscifer and Dave Hill @ WAMU Theater

Puscifer - WAMU - 5-9-2026

Puscifer Transforms WAMU Theater Into an Immersive Live Experience

SEATTLE (May 9, 2026) — On a dry and gorgeous spring evening in Seattle, fans filtered steadily into the WAMU Theater on Saturday, while thousands of Seattle Sounders supporters packed neighboring Lumen Field just steps away. The overlap created a lively atmosphere throughout the stadium complex, though lines into the venue moved smoothly as concertgoers, most appearing comfortably over 30, prepared for an evening with Puscifer and opener Dave Hill.

Before entering, fans were met with unmistakable reminders of the evening’s rules. Signs posted on both sides of every glass entry and exit door read: “No Photos, No Video.” Minutes before showtime, a repeated announcement echoed through the theater instructing the crowd to keep phones in their pockets and refrain from taking photos or video during the performance. Audience members were then prompted to shout back, “We Understand,” a humorous but deliberate ritual that doubled as the show’s introduction.

For longtime followers of Maynard James Keenan’s projects, the policy came as no surprise. Through Puscifer, Tool and A Perfect Circle, Keenan has long enforced a no-phone approach designed to keep audiences immersed in the performance rather than distracted by glowing screens. While initially jarring in today’s hyper-documented concert culture, the result inside WAMU Theater was undeniable: a crowd fully engaged with the performance unfolding in front of them.

Hill opened the evening with an entertaining one-man performance blending stand-up comedy, music and audience interaction. The New York-based comedian and musician connected immediately with the Seattle crowd, drawing loud laughs throughout his set. Songs including “Dollar Tree” and “Dangerous Snakes Who Hate Bullshit” highlighted Hill’s absurdist humor and offbeat musical style, while his Seattle-specific crowd work landed especially well.

By the time Puscifer took the stage shortly after 9 p.m., the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. Fog, intense lighting and theatrical staging transformed the venue into something closer to performance art than a traditional rock concert. Keenan and vocalist Carina Round appeared as fully realized characters, complete with theatrical makeup and elaborate stage outfits that enhanced the show’s surreal tone.

The band’s current tour supports its February 2026 release, “Normal Isn’t,” and much of the nearly two-hour set focused on newer material while still leaving room for fan favorites. Songs including “The Algorithm,” “Bullet Train to Iowa” and “Grand Canyon” showcased the band’s ability to move seamlessly between electronic textures, heavy grooves and atmospheric soundscapes.

A mid-show “Bangers and Mashups” video segment added another layer of multimedia absurdity that fit naturally within Puscifer’s bizarre creative universe. Musically, the band remained exceptionally tight throughout the evening, with producer and guitarist Mat Mitchell anchoring the performance while Round’s vocals provided a haunting counterbalance to Keenan’s understated delivery.

What ultimately separated the evening from countless modern concerts was the audience’s presence. Without the obstruction of phones and recording screens, reactions felt immediate and communal. Fans laughed together, watched intently and engaged directly with the performance in real time.

For Seattle audiences willing to surrender their devices for a few hours, Puscifer delivered a theatrical, immersive and deeply engaging performance that rewarded full attention from start to finish.

Puscifer Gallery
Dave Hill Gallery