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November 19th, 2011 - Larry and his Flask
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Brandon W. Fletcher
Brandon is the Creative Director at Habitat. This basically means makes a lot of the pretty pictures, videos, marketing or promotional materials you see in real life or on the internets. You can find him on Facebook, Twitter and Faked Potatoes where he lives vicariously through himself and the internets.
 
By Brandon W. Fletcher
Published on 11/1/2011
 
w/ Porch Crawler and The A.M.s
$10 - Buy tickets for this event here!
Doors at 8pm, show at 9pm
19+

Musical anthropologists interested in the study of just how fast a band can evolve need look no further than the six upright, upstanding men in Oregon’s Larry and His Flask.



w/ Porch Crawler and The A.M.s
$10 - Buy tickets for this event here!
Doors at 8pm, show at 9pm
19+

Musical anthropologists interested in the study of just how fast a band can evolve need look no further than the six upright, upstanding men in Oregon’s Larry and His Flask. Formed by brothers Jamin and Jesse Marshall in 2003, the Flask (as the band’s expanding army of fans calls them) spent its first half-decade stuck in a primordial, punk-rock goop, where a blood-sweat-and-beers live show took priority over things like notes and melodies. Don’t misunderstand: The band was (somewhat) skilled and an absolute joy to watch, but the goal was always the party over perfection.

Over the past two years, however, Larry and His Flask has gone from crawl to sprint at breakneck speed. The band’s new songs are a blurry blend of lightning fast string-band picking, gorgeous nods to old-school country, and sublime multi-part harmonies, all presented through a prism of punk chaos. The boys have grown and changed, yes, but their shows are still gloriously physical displays of live music’s sheer power. In other words, keep your eyes peeled, or risk taking the heavy end of Jesse Marshall’s flailing, stand-up bass right between the eyes.

In mid-2010, the Flask is holed up in their crash pad in Central Oregon, working on songs for their first full-length, playing gigs here and there, and, in the words of Jesse Marshall, “fixing the van and all our broken shit” in anticipation of the next leg of a lifelong tour.