Another Step for My Beloved Tragedy
irresistible hook and shout-a-long chorus. Not giving the audience a moment to breather they followed it up with “Die with the Summer.” It was around here in the concert, I realized I missed something. Lead singer, McCants, is a great front man and singer, but their rhythm guitarist Dillard is no slouch either on vocals. There are tons of bands that would kill to have either of them be the lead singer in their band. That leads to another thing I missed. My Beloved Tragedy actually have three strong vocalists as showcased in their song “The Battlefield” where McCants, and Dillard let their drummer, Oswald, show off his vocals. But, My Beloved Tragedy isn’t a vocal trio. They are a rock band through and through. That means you need a lead guitarist like Tommy D. Take his tapping solo on “Everything Falls Apart,” or the tight Judas like riff he and Dillard put down on “Pure.” Then you have Oswald and bassist Burfield being the anchor, so Tommy D and McCants can go play.
Another moment that indicated the state of this band was in how they ended their set. After playing through an awesome re-worked “Ohio Sky” and “Moving Forward,” McCants said they had two more songs to fit in before the midnight deadline. I glanced at my watch and wondered how they were going to do it in less than ten minutes. Sure enough they blasted their way through a cover of The Starting Line’s “Best of Me,” and their perfect closer “Start at the End,” with over a minute to spare. They didn’t dally, or short shrift the audience who paid to see them. They squeezed in as much rock n roll as they could, and they did it very well.
So, I’m sorry My Beloved Tragedy. I gave you a good review last time, but I still feel I sold you short. My Beloved Tragedy is a tightly constructed band that knows how to write a hook and throws everything they have into a show. Simply…they rock. I’m looking forward to seeing this band continue to progress, and take that next step which should be around January when their new album drops.
Bradford Iten; Columbus Wired