Louisville, Kentucky's My Morning Jacket took the stage at Chicago's Metro around 10:30 to a crowded house. They were scheduled to start at 10:00, but surprisingly the Metro was uncharacteristically running behind. Perhaps they were waiting for the gaggle of industry folk to make their way over from the Alkaline Trio show. A barefooted Jim James' (vocals, guitar) trademark lengthy locks fell over his face from the second the band walked on stage, but he had no trouble spotting the frets on his bad ass flying V. The band filed in behind James, took their respective positions, and kick-started their set without any of them speaking a word. James' reverb-injected, Neil Young-esque vocals rang out with the power of an angel, filling the Metro with dreamy ethereal beauty atop swirling guitars, a precise rhythm section, and simple melodic keyboard work. My Morning Jacket aren't just a "Southern Rock" band. Their music has no boundaries.
From the soft gentle caress of "The Way That He Sings" to the more aggressive rock outings from their forthcoming album, My Morning Jacket can do it all without batting an eyelash. With a solid fan base that seems to be growing by the day (including their #1 fan Dave Grohl) and the support of our good friends at ATO, this is just the beginning for My Morning Jacket. Go see them now, because it's going to much harder to get a ticket next time around. These guys are going to be big.