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Plumb at the Viper Room
By Giulian Jones

The very notorious Viper Room with all its history, both good and bad, was recently the scene for what is sure to be the beginning of a very long love affair with Plumb. The smoke filled room was packed with wanna be's, used to be's, and never will be's as Plumb took to the stage like a bat out of hell in her delicate little body that screams forth a sound and fury you wouldn't expect. I think that's the response most of the crowd felt that was unfamiliar with the spark of passion and emotions that is Plumb. It's always surprising to me when an artist sounds even remotely like their record, but Plumb actually sounded better and to watch her and her amazing band play a notorious venue like the Viper Room and really work the crowd into a swirling mosh pit of ecstasy and sweat was a treat. I love sitting in the back of clubs and getting a chance to really take in the crowd and see their response to artist, both new and old. Usually, the crowd takes turns checking each other out and doing the celebrity count in between the palm pilot/cell phone texting, but this was not the case from the moment this wonderful artist took the stage.

The guitar work reminded me at times of a very young Johnny Mars, and I could really see the delight in the band's face as they caught a glimpse of the smiling and adoring faces of jaded LA turn from stone to butter in their hands. Plumb made little time in addressing the crowd and thanking them several times for their loyalty, which most artists could hardly bother. I could see a connection as each word came from her mouth to the ears and hearts of the bar that would be king on a relatively quiet Tuesday night. Plumb spoke of her very few trips to Los Angeles with a variety of occasions that were not as joyful as this night.

The band's vocals were very strong and tight and the keyboards were played masterfully by a scary looking gentleman that I can only assume was Jeremy Bose, since none of the band was introduced to us. Nevertheless, the difficult job of playing a musical instrument well and singing has always been overlooked. The heavy bass was played like a man who has decided someone would remember him, and I did throughout the night as James Gregory also picked up backing vocal duties rather well. The multiple drum playing reminded me of both Steve Smith and Prince, as they were traditional and electric and manic. I caught a glimpse of TV's James Corbin's longhaired self-rocking out in the front row, which is always a delight for me. I don't know if he was a fan before the show, but I could tell he was after it. Which is exactly what I expect the room was like just an hour before?

Plumb reminded me of this little schoolgirl, quiet and polite and never bothered a soul until you asked her what she was thinking. I asked myself what it was she was thinking as each amazing song came pouring out her mouth like acid flavored kool-aid. She is sweet and delicate and yet a thunderstorm of emotions that demand you to listen. Plumb talked about the song "Cut" and how it was inspired by a fan that had talked about the act of cutting herself to relieve the pain she was going through. It is always a tough decision to talk openly about your fears, your hopes and dreams, and the things that keep you up all night afraid to close your eyes, but Plumb is neither of these things. She is bold and honest and demands to be heard. It is refreshing listening to someone who actually has something to say as well as someone who listens instead of waiting for their turn to talk.

The set was simple and asked you to listen to the songs instead of using the allusion of smoke machines and gimmicks that do nothing but take away from what is being uselessly said to the programmed beat of a machine with no soul. After the set, Plumb took to the streets and spent the rest of the long night talking to fans, listening to what they had to say, which is what I think we all ought to do when Plumb opens her mouth.