Jameson Tank at Georgia Theatre

Haley: Going to our first Jameson Tank show, we did not know what to expect. Entering the evening guided only by lots of beer, a dream and the legends passed down by our Vinyl Mag forefathers, our names are Haley and Jacob, and this is our story.

Jake: Let us set the scene for you: two awkward individuals posted up in the corner of the Georgia Theatre, merch table on one side, overcomplicated sound table on the other and overly intimidating band members all around. 

H: I felt like Dorothy when she first arrived in Oz.

J: We got the whole press treatment with access all around: green room, mezzanine and even the extra special artist bathroom with a squatting stool. With full bottles of Jack Daniels all around and a stacked beer fridge at our disposal, our night kicked off. 

The Ocho (Although We Only Counted Seis)

H: The second I heard the first chords of “Ain’t No Sunshine” playing from the Georgia Theatre bathroom, I knew I was in for a great time. When I came back upstairs the lights were dim, the girls were feral and my beer was only slightly warm. This Saturday night marked The Ocho’s first time playing at the iconic Athens venue, but they didn’t appear nervous. In fact, this seemed to fuel them.

J: The Ocho started off with some fantastic covers. As soon as they stepped out, the crowd rushed forward, and I fully expected a mosh pit to their cover of “Ain’t No Sunshine.”

H: They covered “Valerie” (best-known for its Mark Ronson and Amy Winehouse version), which is an impressive feat in general, but even more so considering lead singer Will Pile was battling a cold. I’m not sure if NyQuil does sponsorships, but I’d like to officially nominate him.

J: Before the show, he confessed to us that he had just taken almost every single cold medicine available, making the performance of ol’ NyQuil boy extremely impressive. Also worth noting is Pile’s tambourine skills, which were awesome—I about fell over when he knocked it against his forehead.

H: They graced the audience with a cover of “Sheep” by Mt. Joy, and as a big fan I was thoroughly pleased with this rendition. Later on, when Pile and keyboard player Garrett Seitz switched places on stage, the audience collectively gasped and clutched their pearls. In contrast to the rest of his more casually-dressed bandmates, Seitz was wearing a formal jacket and sunglasses—a power move I greatly respect.

J: When they switched instruments for the final song, it completely blew my mind. The Ocho is certainly a talented bunch (of seis).

H: Amidst the crowd-pleasing covers, they also played four originals. To close out the set, the band played their debut single “Izzy.” While the song’s refrain asks “Izzy is he really stupid enough to let you go?,” the decision to save this song for last was anything but that. The atmosphere in the room was particularly spectacular during this song. The crowd knew every word. It was a special moment for a young band.

J: Everything made sense when an 8 ball was thrown on stage towards the end of their set. I’m hoping they got a resounding yes to the question “Do we rock?.”

H: I’m not sure what question they asked but if it was “Should we cover “Astrovan” by Mt. Joy soon?,” then the answer is yes.

J: I congratulated them as they came off the stage and found myself face to face with one of the funniest moments of the night as The Ocho was celebrating in the stairwell with their videographers. This night was full of talent and tomfoolery.

The Angelics                                                                                         

J: The Angelics gave an electrifying performance. I enjoy their music, but damn, they sound great live. It was funny seeing them come out and take their places because I did not expect anyone to play the instruments they did. We joined them for a nice dinner before and after nearly an hour of contemplation on who played what, I did not nail a single one down. They were a really kind group of guys, I must say.

H: The Angelics had a unique sound that reminded me of early 2000’s pop-rock, except if the singers of those bands respected women. At one point, lead singer Caleb Heiple’s glasses fell off while he was performing and he gained extra powers—think Clark Kent becoming Superman. From that moment on, he seemed to let go completely.

J: They gave us a taste of their upcoming EP Mom’s House, and it was really solid music. They had the entire crowd dancing to songs they had never heard before, which is a really impressive feat. They also played a song that won’t be included on the upcoming, which was not cool because it ROCKED. I remember just looking at Haley and exchanging a sad look of agreement, then us taking big gulps of our respective beers.

H: I’m honestly kind of mad at them for it because it was just that good of a song (the beer helped me numb the pain). I am open to forgiving them if they release it soon.

J:  The most impressive part of their set was when they brought out violinist Julia Nyunt and trumpeter Ramon Zamudio. Their combination was beautiful. Nyunt absolutely shredded on her violin. Every set of eyes in the venue was on her when she played.

H: I’m not sure if it was due to their name or their RedBull sponsorship, but the band seemed to earn their wings Saturday night. Prior to this show the band had never played the Georgia Theatre, but I am willing to bet that they will return. As a whole, their set was fantastic and I am really looking forward to that EP.

J: They rocked so hard. Not a smidge of nerves or fear could be seen before the show. Their set was seamless, every cover was well-received and you could tell The Angelics had true fans in the crowd when they played their originals.

Note from Haley: This last part is for Kirby Smart and Todd Monken only so if that’s not you, you can skip ahead: you need to draft bass player Jason Angelich, because I am confident he can play football as well as he plays the bass. (This man is 6’8, we confirmed with him after the set.) When they threw out free t-shirts, his side of the stage had an unfair advantage.

Jameson Tank

H: The intro to their set felt like a fight song and I was immediately ready to go to battle with them (and I don’t think it was just because of the alcohol). During their set, I came to two realizations: if you told me that Billie Joe Armstrong and Tom DeLonge personally manufactured Jameson Tankersley’s voice in a lab and gifted it to him The Little Mermaid style to keep pop-punk alive I would believe you; and with how high he jumped on stage, track and field would be a suitable alternative career path for him if this music thing doesn’t work out. If he had asked an audience member to co-sign a lease or join a pyramid scheme they would have agreed—that is the kind of effect he had over the crowd.

J: Each member had their own distinct style. Their bassist, Javier Solorzano, was closest to me, and wow, what a man. He looks like your traditional metal guy if he had just rolled out of bed and thrown on whatever was closest. Edgy hair, funky shirt, and … slides? The guitarist, Bryce Burnette, was another story. He had on a sick jacket and an even sicker scarf covering the entire jacket (I nominate him for the coolest outfit of the night). And I’ll be honest, I was pretty jealous of his hair; he must have at least 4 steps to his hair routine.

Then there was Jameson Tankersley, the epitome of a rockstar, with his long, blonde hair and striking white shoes. The second you lay eyes on him, it’s hard not to think “damn, that guy is meant to be on that stage.” Lastly, their drummer, Connor Ankerich, wrapped it up perfectly, with just a good ol’ black tee. They hit about every demographic of style we have here in Athens.

Jameson had a sleek guitar with “FUCK YES” written in black tape on the back, and it perfectly summed up his energy. The bassist had a really cool 5 string bass, accented with a cute little scarf wrapped around its head (to compliment the guitarist’s scarf), the drummer had a bold Jameson Tank logo on a flashy red drum set, and the guitarist had a stark white guitar (to again compliment his scarf), all tying together to form one of the sickest setups I’ve ever seen. Looking like that, I knew I was in for a hell of a show.

H: Early into the set, the band covered the 2008 party staple “Don’t Trust Me” by 3OH!3 and the audience screamed the lyrics “You tell your boyfriend (boyfriend), if he says he’s got beef / That I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him” with such a fervor that PETA would’ve been proud; the only thing that would have made that moment better is if the crowd began throwing Beyond Burgers at Tankersley.

J: And a hell of a show it was. Tankersley has a stage presence like no other, rocking with the crowd and jumping high as hell (his signature move). I quickly came to understand why Jameson Tank was such a household name around Athens—I could literally feel the love from the crowd. Fans sung every word and the girls were screaming like Harry Styles was in the building.

H: Halfway through the set, bassist Solorzano took over lead vocals to play an original heavy metal song. Even though I understood none of the words, I throughly enjoyed it. (For context, imagine someone performing a song in a deep, guttural growl). After the song, he jokingly said “Ouch,” and I would like to thank him for his sacrifice.

J: It was a stand-out moment. His aforementioned metal look shone through. His screaming vocals stunned every person in the crowd. That guy is extremely talented.

H: Later in the set, he harmonized on a fairly high-pitched song which showed that he really can do it all (including having excellent hair, a reoccurring theme tonight).

The crowd response did not waver as the band went back and forth between timeless covers (“Smells Like Teen Spirit”) and heavy-hitting originals (“Too Hot to Hold,” “Fight Fair”), a testament to their talent. They played a cover of “When You Were Young” by The Killers that single handedly healed my trauma from a freshman year situationship because now I have a different memory to associate the song with. So thank you Mr. Tank & Co!

At some point, I watched as guitar player Bryce Burnette chased whiskey with a RedBull on stage and I am now both slightly afraid of and in deep awe of him.

J: At the end of the show, all the performers joined Jameson Tank for one final song, and it was a special moment. I couldn’t help but chuckle when there were three people all smashing down on the keys as the show came to a close. It looked like every single one of them had a blast that night. 

H: While Tank might be in their name, the band sure as hell didn’t.