Rare Creatures play Wind Jammer with Moon Taxi
Written By Sanchez Tortuga
Photography By Taylor L. Czerwinski
Moon Taxi headlined, but played first, in reverse order from the mundane stereotypical show schedule. Starting around 7pm the lunar cabbies played their softrock set outside on the volleyball courts with their backs to the Atlantic as the sun waned over the Windjammer. Shoulder to shoulder from the upper deck to the front row, the crowd consisted of Mt Pleasant yuppies, middle aged women, ex college frat stars, and Dozens of Rare Creatures disciples swayed to the music.
Following Moon Taxi, the concert moved inside for pop duo Josie Dunne. The audience of 1,000+ tried to make their way in, squishing everyone into an ever tightening jar of sardines. Josie Dunne pop style did not resonate quite as well with Moon Taxi followers and many of them fell out after just a few songs. Josie Dunne’s against the grain vibe gave us an escape from our hours of claustrophobic suffering. I mean absolutely no disrespect. The two are immensely talented musicians. It was this clash of musical styles that gave Rare Creatures fans the much needed relief they were seeking. Don’t get me wrong, the inside of the Jammer was still well over capacity but now “Karen’s” Michael Kors tote bag was no longer jammed into my liver and true fans had a little space for the get down Rare Creatures inevitably was about to bring.
Around 10pm Charleston’s very own Hard-Rock band, Rare Creatures took the stage. Since the last time they blessed the Holy City with their shred the band has added pianist Kelsea Brown. Hugh Camp (Bass) prefaced her spotlight performance by stating that they had already thrown Kelsea into the fire. She was baptized in the band by her 6 performances in 4 days during The Mile of Music, Music Festival in Appleton, Wisconsin a few weeks prior. After the marathon of shows, Kelsea had officially proved her skills and earned the trust from everyone in the band.
Kelsea added spacey undertones to her Jammer debut that coupled perfectly with the Spacey Dude himself, Aaron Reece (Guitar). Her shining moment of the evening came by the way of a beautiful accident: at the expense of front man Coleman Sawyer (Vocals, guitar, fiddle.) One third of the way through the set, out of his control, Coleman was unable to switch from electric to acoustic guitar due to a technical issue. As Coleman, Hugh, and the sound guy scrambled to rectify the problem, Kelsea, Aaron Reece, and Logan Crank (Drums) broke out an impromptu jam sesh. The threesome went straight into an intergalactic-rock-jam, unphased, and had everyone in the first 5 rows grooving to the tunes in a world of their creation. 100% organic, no GMOs.
In true rockstar fashion, Coleman’s forged forward, with his facial expression saying and said fuck that, lets rock-the-fuck-out,’ and covered the normally acoustically strummed tunes with his electric. Only the band and a handful of Rare Creatures disciples recognized The stylistic change up in songs like After the Fall and The Howl. Despite the changeup, every song by the Crème de la crème of Charleston rock came through the speakers flawlessly. Perfect tens. Reminding us with shows like these that Rare Creatures will be taking over the country in no time.