The Raincoats: proof that awesome gets better with age

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I love The Raincoats, so I was thrilled to find a flyer announcing a show in Brooklyn. At first I thought it must be a new band with the same name, because I didn’t think they’d played in about 25 years… thankfully, awesome reunions are still in vogue.

What a show. The venue, Warsaw, might be my favourite in all of Brooklyn/NYC – a beautiful Polish community club at the bottom of Greenpoint, built in 1914, with a stunning olde-timey ballroom that must have fit over 500 people. After the strange No Bra opener (she lived up to the name, and didn’t wear a shirt or pants either. Hmm.), support act Grass Widow were tons of fun, and then the grande dames themselves took the stage. It made me think about how older women are almost invisible in our culture, and why it’s so rare to see older women rocking out – seeing Patti Smith a couple of years ago was the only instance I could think of. We’re all the poorer because of it.

The Raincoats sounded as fresh and punky and cross as ever, sweet one minute, pissed off the next. I hope I can be as awesome as them when I grow up.