The Whigs rock harder than just about anyone* out there (*see Foo Fighters - no one rocks harder, NO ONE). And they seem to do it almost effortlessly.
None of the band is particularly outspoken on stage, at least in a verbal sense. They let their music do almost all of the talking - and it is loud.
Gispert's haunting vocals recall folk legends of old and bear some similarities to Bridwell of Band of Horses, but his voice and lyrics are very much his own. His voice and songs, like the band itself, are all over the place (in a good way) sonically and thematically (psychedelic, folky, punky, and wistful) yet at the same time clearly united by a rock sound that they uniquely own. Oh, and did I mention Parker plays guitar? Cause he does, damn well. Shredding, kicking, and thrashing about on stage, he challenges the audience to let go - break in to spastic fits when the energy is high, and sway in the breeze in the moments between the thunder claps.
It's evident that Dorio was basically born playing drums. He hits them like a cobra strikes - a slow recoil and blinding fast attack - such that, to him at least, he seems to have all the time in the world to decide where to strike next. It's that poised ease over a barely contained fury that will make him a percussive weapon to watch in the rock world.
Deaux plays bass. I play bass. I've been playing for half of my life. I could play for the remainder of my life and never sound as strong and crisp as Deaux, and if I did, it'd take another lifetime to learn how to make it look so effortless.
Each of these guys - they put it all out there (if 'it' refers to every ounce of energy they own, and an absurd amount of sweat) but it still somehow looks like they're just playing with us. Their actual musical performance is excellent but seems effortless; their showmanship takes more strength than most possess.
Watch this band. Watch them for decades. You'll be glad you did.