As much as I like to believe I’m an expert at finding out about bands before the rest of the masses, I found out about Fanfarlo just like many others in Kansas: the radio.
“Harold T. Wilkins” started picking up rotation on 96.5 the Buzz and I was hooked by the indie folk goodness that somehow managed to put me in a brilliantly chipper mood despite the dour lyrics of an empty life:
“Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the past
You spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signal
But inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up”
Beautiful, but cold and almost too close to my mood on my worst days. But like I said, instead of getting depressed and withdrawing further into a personal shell, the guy-girl harmonies, the piano, violin, the acoustic guitar and occasional brass instrument blare put a smile on my face.
Now as much as I love this band, I found myself in a bit of a predicament for their Kansas City show. Long before they had announced they’d be playing the Record Bar, I had purchased to see Passion Pit – a vastly different band – up the street on the same night. I decided to take a gamble and the second Passion Pit ended, I ran too Fanfarlo.
My timing was perfect. The sextet had just finished tuning the violin to carry at a respectable volume with the other instruments (I know from experience how difficult it can be to set this up).
Now I don’t know what happened to this band that they have such bleak and jaded lyrics, “And so we’re running down our street, arms stretched out to the sky /Antennas for the poison and the lies /The delinquency of time,” but it makes for a good album and show.
“Drowning Men” started off the set and true to the radio single, the group modestly played a song with weighty lyrics over chipper indie music. They switched places and instruments between songs, showing they were a band with more talent and tricks than expected. They stuck to songs off of Reservoir and a few new tunes. They spoke little, except to say that it was a special night – the birthday of Simon Balthazar - who for all the weathered emotions and years of practice and skill his singing and guitar work exude, managed to show little of the beatings of time on his youthful face.
When the group ended with “Luna,” the crowd cheered for more, but Fanfarlo had exhausted their rehearsed song list. With Kansas City left aching for more tunes, I can only imagine how much bigger their show will be the next time they come to town.
Set List:
Drowning Men
I’m a Pilot
Finish Line
Harold T. Wilkins
We Live By the Lake
The Walls Are Coming Down
Atlas
Waiting in the Wings
Comets
Fire Escape
Luna




























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