It was an all-out Rock N Roll assault at the Park Theater Hudson on Thursday, May 29th. The crowd got hit with a triple dose of grit, groove and gut-punching energy as Tracy City, GSX and Geezer ripped through a night that felt like a battle cry within a concert. No fluff. No filler. Pure, uncut voltage with volume.
Tracy City set the tone with raw punk venom. Fronted by the electric Katrina Delmar, a force of nature in her own right.
She doesn’t just sing; she commands, flipping between fiery defiance and wicked cool with ease. For those in the know, Delmar isn’t just a vocalist, she’s an award-winning filmmaker and a fellow photographer, which hits a personal chord.
Watching someone channel their full creative universe into a performance like that? It hit. She brought the kind of layered intensity you can’t fake. A true punk polymath throwing gasoline on the night’s first fire.
GSX, was up next and it was full detonation mode. Fronted by the indomitable Sarah Greenwood, GSX didn’t play a set, they unleashed.
Dressed in black, guitar slung low, Greenwood owned the stage with the snarl of a punk priestess and the precision of a classically trained assassin. Her voice cut through the room like a switchblade, defiant and charged with purpose.
GSX isn’t here to charm you. They’re here to rattle your core and remind you that rock and roll still has claws.
Backed by a battle-hardened lineup, with Johnny Loudboy (John Andrews) on searing lead guitar (yes, that John Andrews from the B-52s and Peter Murphy), Alec Morton of Monster Magnet, slinging bass like a low-end wrecking ball and Jeff Gretz of From Autumn to Ashes, beating the hell out of the drums with the finesse of a demolition crew.
This is a band that comes correct. They ripped through their set with blood-pumping urgency, commanding every inch of the Park Theater stage like they built it themselves. There’s something undeniably real about GSX. They are the sound of the city. Equal parts NYC grit meets Catskills fire. No polish. No apology, instead it’s distortion, sweat and pure punk-infused rock fury.
By the time they wrapped their set, the air was thick with adrenaline and high blood pressure. People were grinning, with the sole realization they’d seen something unfiltered and damn near feral.
Then came Geezer and they didn’t waste a second. While GSX lit the fuse, Geezer brought the slow-burning explosion, crashing down with riffs thick enough to bury a truck and grooves that could hypnotize a riot.
It’s doom, it’s fuzz, it’s heavy as hell, but don’t mistake that weight for drag. Geezer moves. There’s a dirty blues engine at the core of their sound and on Thursday night, it roared to life.
Live, they’re a band that lives in the pocket, never rushing, never hesitating, just letting each riff rot and throb until it seeps into your bones.
It’s the kind of sound that takes over your spine before your brain catches up. The Hudson crowd didn’t stand a chance. Heads nodded, eyes closed, bodies swayed like it was a sermon in some desert cathedral where the gods wear leather and play drop-tuned guitars.
What’s wild is how perfectly the three bands locked together like different shades of the same rebellion. Tracy City came in raw and crackling. GSX tore it wide open. And Geezer rolled in like thunder to seal the deal. Slow, loud and utterly unrelenting.
The Park Theater Hudson has seen its share of great nights, but this one had balls. Rock and roll isn’t dead. It’s just been hiding in places like this, waiting to jump you in the dark and remind you how loud being alive should sound.
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