The Garden, The Smell, Los Angeles
"Lately, shows have been really good. It’s cool sharing that [energy] with the crowd. It’s like give and take. I like that."
—— Fletcher Shears, drums
I could go on and on about this band, this being the sixth or seventh time I’ve seen The Garden play live. Their show at The Smell was raw, straightforward and, like most, too short for some. Although I’m sure Garden fans would like bassist Wyatt Shears and drummer Fletcher Shears make their crazed antics last another 15 minutes, the audience took the straight-forward, aggressive punk display well. They crowd surfed and moshed. Hell, they even did the Vada Vada.
Photographer’s Note: Ever since Burgerama II, I’ve entered the world of The Garden. I wrote up a feature about the band in the O.C. Register and continue to document their live shenanigans and keen sense of humor. What lured me in was their defiance to taking part any “scene,” and what hooked me was their creation of a whole new genre. Kudos Shears twins, keep it up.
Photo/words by: Angela Ratzlaff