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The Parlor Mob Played The Stone Pony; Or The Devils Had A Homecoming In Asbury Late Friday Night

Chris Rotolo May 30, 2012 Live No Comments

The Devils had a homecoming in Asbury late Friday night, as the collective of homegrown Hard-Rock purveyors that compose The Parlor Mob huddled about The Stone Pony’s back bar surrounded by friends, family, and concerned hockey fanatics, all boisterously proclaiming which side of the blood feud they reside as it played out on the HD flat screen that graced the wall, trading cheers and jeers for either Newark, NJ’s ice skating satanists or the beaten and broken New York Rangers.

As the combatants traded neutral zone passes in an attempt not to lose, rather than win, the pivotal game six of these Eastern Conference Finals, those packed in tight between the protective guard rail at the foot of the venue’s hallowed planks and its sound booth grew restless as the waning minutes of that third period ticked away well past the expected 10:30 p.m. showtime.

The audience, once chanting in forceful unity for a Devils victory cast its siren sound on “P – MOB,” calling for the outfit’s sizzling brand of riff-driven electric ecstasy, and as the clock at The Rock (The Prudential Center) struck triple zeroes, in through the out door, waltzed the men of the hour about to embark on a homecoming set of grandiose proportions.

After tearing through an opening pair of selctions from its debut full-length, And You Were A Crow, in “Bullet” and “The Kids” The Parlor Mob broached its acclaimed 2011 LP, DOGS, with the melodious and rounded rage-tune “American Dream” and the sludgier, metal-coated, “Fall Back.”  It was at the conclusion of this salvo where front-man Mark Melicia took a moment to address his people with sincerities.

“We just want to thank all of you for coming out and for all of your support these past few years,” proclaimed the front-man.  “We love you guys.  You’re the reason we’re here.  Without you guys, there’d be no us guys.  You know what I’m saying?”

The congregation replied with exuberance at the recognition…then the cheering continued, mounting from the aforementioned back bar and washing over the assemblage like a wave of jubilation.  This Broadway Blueshirts fanboy didn’t have to turn around to watch the televised celebration.  Confetti was indeed falling in the great Garden State, and it was of red and black hues.

Thankfully, the Parlor Mob was on stage performing old setlist staples, “Dead Wrong” and the subdued “Angry Young Girl,” new classics, “Into The Sun,” and even a fresh composition titled “Doe Eyed Deer.”

An encore of “Tide Of Tears” dried mine.  This writer’s shattered ticker was mended by the group’s rendition of “My Favorite Heart To Break.”  And the sting of of Adam Henrique’s overtime goal was diminished by “Carnival Of Crows” and the closing number “Hard Times.”  The healing power of music ceases to amaze.


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Chris graduated from The College Of New Jersey in May of 2011 with a Bachelors Degree in both Journalism/Professional Writing and Communication Studies. He's held down a position in the Asbury Park Press’ Sports Department since September of 2010 and is a contributor to the outlet’s Arts & Entertainment section as well as Consequence of Sound (http://consequenceofsound.net).

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