Yonder Mountain String Band @ The Congress

The Congress Theatre is a spectacular old building with a regal air about it. Its aged atmosphere is noticeable from the first step into the spacious lobby, the theatre screams for big-band music, highballs, and bow-ties. Fred Astaire could put on an evening showcase if the lobby were given a once-over with some wax and a few new light bulbs. Inside the music hall a soft, yet menacing red-lit dome commands the ceiling and covers the dance floor. Bars within reach of most, empty bathrooms and a spacious upstairs balcony make for comfortable music venue. However, the round shape of the venue results in poor acoustics particularly in the upper balcony. Like, really bad. Stage banter, song lyrics, and intricate solos were lost in the crossfire of commotion.

YMSB consists of four guys playing stringed instruments. No drums, no brass. That said, their sonic options are limited; but they’re playing bluegrass. Each song was a grasp at foot-stomping, knee-slapping joy. A pair of spoons would be a dynamite accessory at a YMSB concert. Quick tempos and lightning-fast picking were the special of the night. The bass held the songs together and gave the band a platform. During each song the audience was treated to at least one solo performance typically on the banjo or mandolin. The guitar and upright bass were given chances to try and carry tunes, but it seemed tough to slow down the notes from the banjo/ mando background. Regardless, the band took little time for themselves onstage and jumped from one jam to another, the energy level was high throughout the first half of the evening. An extended set break left the audience restless (and in some cases, dozing in their seats) and expecting an electric second set. The author left after the 3rd song in.

YMSB plays an entertaining brand of feel-good bluegrass, but it may be best served under the stars and with a side of bourbon. Being confined indoors by October temperatures and $8 drinks is no compliment to such a vibe.