Here’s the latest from Andrew From AZ. (This might shock you, but that’s not his real name.) Plucked from the obscurity that is our comments board, Andrew is snarky and a bit of a (reluctant) scenester, and he’s back documenting where to be and be seen in AZ.
They don’t look like much, hanging from the ceiling. When they’re blasting the fullest, clearest sound you’ve heard in Phoenix, it’s hard not to be impressed. The Crescent Ballroom’s four Electro-Voice speakers fill every corner of the space with a full sound that you can feel in your chest cavity. If you sit in the wooden bleachers in the back of the room, you can feel the sound in your a$$ and through your feet. “Everyone here is smiling,” a friend screamed in my ear during an intense guitar solo. We were standing about ten feet from the three-foot-tall stage, surrounded by a couple hundred hipster music lovers, plastic cups in hand, enraptured.
The just-opened Crescent Ballroom still smells like varnish. Its bathrooms are still shiny. They ran out of paper towels in the men’s room on Sunday and my IPA on Monday, but both quibbles were fixed by Tuesday’s show. Tiny issues aside, this place is legit. With an occupancy limit set by the City of Phoenix Fire Department at 543 souls, the Crescent Ballroom is a mid-tier concert venue. Larger than the Rhythm Room but slightly smaller than Tempe’s Clubhouse, Crescent has been making its impact felt across Phoenix’s indie music scene all summer. “What’s this Crescent Ballroom thing?” we wondered, as acts like Gang Gang Dance and Album Leaf released fall tour schedules with a mysterious paucity of details surrounding their Phoenix dates. When the venue was officially announced, music lovers valley-wide were awed at the first month’s lineup. »READ MORE