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Photo by Jeremy Grand

By Jeremy Grand

t was a perfect summer Tuesday night in Battery Park, but in front of a crowd of hundreds, a bunch of bearded mountain men in army green jumpsuits were defiantly singing about Saturday Morning.

Mark Oliver Everett (or E) and his cronies, who call themselves the EELS, were these men, dirty and raucous bundles of energy that kept their longtime and newfound fans wildly entertained.

Fans of the EELS older albums would have appreciated new twists on old favorites, such as My Beloved Monster and I like Birds, with rambunctious and head-banging renditions of both. The centerpiece of the show entranced the audience with a twenty-minute long version of the melodramatic Not Ready Yet from their debut album.

The band let a few cover songs into their set such as Peaches' Rock Show, the old standard I Put a Spell on You and Frank Sinatra's That's Life, which ended the show with classic grace.

The EELS' unique fusion of creative lyricism, with Everett's signature harsh voice, was fantastically recognized and reminisced live, almost as well as their studio albums. On record, the band creates a softer and completely distinguished form of rock. On stage, the sugar-hopped performers come out to play on their rock star playground. Either way, the sound is original, fantastic and easily recognized and appreciated by fans and those passing by alike.

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