I’m going to start by borrowing a few lines from our very own Jon Krol, who wrote an interesting piece on cover bands back in January. He wrote that “They lack any kind of artistic pretense. They know what they are and what they are is stupid. But stupid can be fun.” He’s right, of course. But you won’t hear that statement echoed by Badfish, I can promise you that. In the summer of 2011 they played at the harbor, and while it’s virtually impossible to steal the show from Flogging Molly, the crowd was clearly digging them. I’m going to paraphrase here but please, bear with me: At that show they announced that “they were dedicated to preserving the soul and spirit of Brad,” and I can verify that they weren’t just saying that because it sounded good. They brought it that day. And they always bring it.
So they lack artistic pretense but they have plenty of artistic credibility. They are a relentlessly touring band with a national following, bringing the timeless music of Sublime to people on an almost daily basis. We get that they aren’t Sublime, but hey, guess what? Bradley Nowell died over 15 years ago. Let’s compare Badfish to the curator at The Louvre; just because Leonardo da Vinci is gone doesn’t mean nobody has to take care of the Mona Lisa.
Tickets are $19. Doors open at 7. Whiskey Reverb takes the stage at 8, Badfish will follow.