First impression: David Johansson is a walking, talking version of dried-up beef jerky. The band sounds exactly like you'd expect; loud, brash, and straightforward. One of their guitar players looked like Nikki Sixx, or any guy that stumbles out of the Rainbow on Sunset. There were no surprises or secret appearances by Morrissey. They milled through the hits, did two encores, and played some "new stuff" off of their upcoming album. I didn't know they had new material, do they need it? Apparently they are releasing a new album soon.
The crowd was small in the beginning and grew to a humidifying, capacity-size cliche of old rockers and poseur West Hollywood types (skanks & dirtballs) with poorly constructed mohawks and ripped jeans. I get it people, you're poor and miserable, but somehow you manage to afford an apartment on the west side. The New York Dolls were upbeat and positive though. I don't think half of the crowd appreciated their sense of cheer and honesty. It was a decent gig and David Johansson is a super nice guy off stage.
I originally tried not to go to this gig because I envisioned a huge, crowded mess of people in black leather jackets. Didn't even attempt to take photos, which was a good call due to the size of the crowd. But they were selling tickets at the door minutes before they hit the stage, I couldn't even get rid of my extra ticket. Anyone could have shown up before 8:45 to see the show. And the band that played after them were outstanding. They are called The Hard Lessons from Detroit. Ironically, they sound like The White Stripes with a fuller sound. The Hard Lesons were better and more intense than the New York Dolls. Too tired to stay for the residency band Army Navy. Maybe next week.