LIVE: SLOPPY JANE & NIIS REVIVE PUNK ELEGANCE AT HIGHLAND PARK EBELL CLUB

 

by SOPHIE PRETTYMAN-BEAUCHAMP

On the final stop of their otherworldly US tour, Haley Dahl’s Sloppy Jane took us to church in black-tie fashion.


The evening felt like a true homecoming thanks to Sid the Cat, who made the night all the more festive with a photo booth, commemorative laser pens, and pouches of fool’s gold collected from a distant cave. Comedian and musician Ember Knight, a longtime Sloppy Jane friend and collaborator, provided their wonderfully wacky MC talents, including a musical performance of all the text on a Dr. Bronner’s soap bottle and an oral history of Bronner’s surreal life.

After supporting Sloppy Jane across the country for the past several weeks, NIIS raged like a well-oiled machine, showing no signs of exhaustion and delivering peak performance. Firetruck redhead Mimi Sandoe prowled around the stage like a ferocious wildcat on its domain, spitting and growling anti-capitalist fury in the form of jammers like “One Two” and “False Ideals,” and tearing insolent men to shreds on anthemic “Fuck You Boy.” Bolstered by the supreme shredding skills of Ryan McGuffin and Monte Najera and Adam Laidlaw’s biting rhythms, NIIS are indisputably local legends.

An unforgettable performer ever since her days playing The Smell, Haley Dahl somehow always finds a way to up the ante. She and the rotating ensemble that make up Sloppy Jane have spent the past year perfecting the live iteration of 2021 full-length record Madison (quite possibly the first-ever album recorded in a cave) over the course of tireless touring and rehearsals, and they truly put on a grand finale of a show.

Clad in her signature, blue velvet cloak, Dahl conducted the group with her entire being, as if she and her bandmates were one organism, one sonic nervous system of theatrical extremes. Between heart-wrenching ballads like “Jesus and Your Living Room Floor,” instant classic “Party Anthem,” the sleazy Cramps-esque “Bark Like a God,” and chaos incarnate “Where’s My Wife,” Dahl and company delivered highs and lows of operatic proportions, physically and sonically. And what would the night be without a collective New Year’s countdown and celebration (listen to “The Constable”--real ones know)? Bizarre, beautiful, and undeniably magnificent, Sloppy Jane is ever the triumph of will and dreamer’s conviction, a once-in-a-lifetime band creating a wonderfully peculiar legacy–Dr. Bronner surely smiles upon them from above.


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