By Joshua Lumsden
The interim music died, the lights fell, and the crowd erupted with excitement anticipation—everyone knows that the Revivalists know how to party, especially on New Years Eve. David Shaw and company take the stage, instruments in hand. Complete with shirt and tie, red tennis shoes, and a robust afro, Shaw leads the performance with ‘Stand Up’. The party ensues. The songs all begin with distinct melodic synchronicity and quickly turn into resounding anthems amplified by a drunken, singing audience.
The anthems then crescendo into explosive instrumental outros—Ed Williams’ screaming pedal steel licks, Rob Ingraham’s tenor sax swells, Michael Girardot’s vibrato organ. Oftentimes joined by Shaw’s vigorous "na-na-na’s”, these driving jams epitomize the Revivalists concert experience. After two or three songs, the crowd is filled with only two types: dedicated long-time fans, and astounded, newly recruited fans. "10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. THREE. TWO! ONE!!! Ahhyyyyyyyeeee,” screams Shaw as the city dives into 2016.