Geese Is New York’s Next Great Band — Just Don’t Say They’re Saving Rock ‘n’ Roll

variety.com:

Ethan Shanfeld On a cold November Saturday night, hordes of mulleted and mustachioed Brooklynites line up outside Warsaw, the Greenpoint Polish cultural center turned punk club, waiting to see indie rock band Geese.

On a wall opposite the box office, a sign warns: “No Moshing.” That rule is broken not 20 minutes into the set, when the band unleashes the smoldering guitar riffs of “2122,” a shape-shifting blues-rock romp flecked with nonsense lyrics, banjo plucking and Elvis impersonations. “Voodoo Balarama Baba Yaga, I’m taking my love to the outside!” Cameron Winter yowls a cappella, with a delivery that would do Jon Spencer proud, before a distorted guitar spirals over pattering drums.

It all somehow … works? That’s because Geese grasps a fundamental aspect of rock ’n’ roll that seems lately to have been neglected: It’s supposed to be fun. “We take the band pretty seriously,” Winter assures Variety a few days after the show, “but amongst each other, it’s hard for us to be entirely serious about the songs when we’re on stage.” Case in point: at an intimate album release party in June, Geese trolled the New York audience by performing their biggest song, the boozy retro jam “Cowboy Nudes,” in the languid style of Morrissey. “The first verse and chorus were funny,” Winter admits, “but I saw people’s expressions sour as they were like, ‘Wow, he’s really going to stretch this out for the whole length of the song.’” So, at Warsaw, Geese played “Cowboy Nudes” in the style of Geese.

The concert was a homecoming for the 21-year-old rockers, who performed their rollicking sophomore album, “3D Country,” at their biggest New York show to date.