Valentine’s Day can be a rough day – even for those in relationships – which is why Miami alternative rock band Morata’s Facebook post advertising its Valentine’s Day show at House of Rock was a piece of marketing genius: “Have a date tonight? It don’t matter. You know Manuela is always down. We’ll be showcasing some new tunes today. Come check us out at House of Rock in Doral tonight at 10 [p.m.]”.
Going to concerts in Miami, especially local ones, can be an interesting experience. Saturday’s show was no different. When I pulled up to the venue around 10 p.m., Morata and some friends of the band were standing outside the venue. There was discussion about entry fees and who had to get up early the next morning. Some headed back to their cars while everyone else went inside to wait for the show to start.
Once inside, we were greeted by a venue that was empty except for the two or three bartenders. Even for Miami – known for its late start times – this was odd. Around 10:30 to 11 p.m. there’s usually at least a small crowd. It could also be said that this was a side effect of the show happening on a holiday like Valentine’s Day.
Then the first sign of a seemingly rapidly thrown together concert began to show itself: Morata was ready to start but as soon as they got on stage to sound check, they discovered there were mic stands, but no microphones. This led everyone in attendance, from the band to the band’s friends and family members, having to wait about an hour or so until the venue owner/sound person arrived with the microphones. So how do you kill an hour where all you can do is wait and it’s freezing (for South Florida) outside?
You watch the various rock music videos playing on the screens all around House of Rock. First it was an older Asking Alexandria video,“The Final Episode”, where the main feature was on cups of water and tea spilling and eventually falling to the floor. This appeared to be a theme with the videos that night – bands getting soaking wet or featuring water in videos. In fact, fellow patron/friend of Morata, Aijalon Booker, made the point that this is actually a recurrent theme at House of Rock: “What is with all the water in these videos? Are they [the bands] dehydrated? Every time I come here there are always videos with water”. Vocalist/rhythm guitarist Deshantin Accius fielded the reply: “But look how cool it looks!”
It was at least another half hour before the venue owner came with the microphones and some other show supplies. Once everything was set up, Morata took the stage to sound check and the show finally got underway.
Morata consists of Deshantin Accius on vocals/rhythm guitar, Andres Ochoa on lead guitar/vocals, Abraham Sven-Maves on keyboard/vocals, Zandro Benedetti on bass/vocals, and Kyle Boga on drums/percussion. They bring a funky, almost reggae feel to their brand of alternative rock, something the genre has been missing.
They started off their set with a new song called “Shawna”, which definitely didn’t sound like it was the first time they’d played it for an audience. This showed me that Morata takes their craft seriously and makes sure everything is tight before they premiere a new song. Soon after, they launched into “Ballad or the Bullet”, Morata’s official demo. There’s an instrumental break in “Bullet” that is led by a very strong bass line. Another thing that made this song stand out was Accius’ choice to stretch the word “catch” in the chorus – it matches the feel and speed of the song perfectly.
Next up was a cover of Magic!’s “Rude” with Sven-Maves and Benedetti sharing vocal duties. Morata sped up the song and put more of a rock spin on it. They also added a guitar solo into the song, which was very well done by Ochoa. However, Sven-Maves seemed to be a bit shy, especially when he was up for backing vocals and he didn’t have to be. Morata’s last song was easily the best song of the set. It had the most energy from the band and had the most crowd participation. It was also the most well rehearsed as every element of the song was tight. They ended the set with another great piece of marketing: telling the crowd their band name again and that they have an EP coming out soon.
Gustabo, a singer-songwriter, was the second act up. After telling the crowd his name, he didn’t say much and launched straight into a slow-jam set in Spanish. The only time he really broke his quiet streak was when he introduced a song he wrote for his girlfriend. The melody of it was so gorgeous that it made me wish I understood better what the song was about. He had a strong voice and had some really nice note hitting moments.
The only issue with acoustic acts is that because they’re so minimalist, it’s harder to make the crowd feel something and/or get them involved. It’s even harder when the artist either barely makes eye contact with the audience, as Gustabo was guilty of doing. He did some nice guitar work on his third song of the set, but after a while, the songs started to blend together and it didn’t make for a very exciting or intimate performance. His last song of the set was a cover of Radiohead’s “Creep” that faltered at times vocally but did have some nice moments. The only reason the crowd realized it was the last song of the set, though, was not because Gustabo announced it was the last song, but because he (rather abruptly) just stopped playing, held up a hand, and walked off stage.
Then the second sign of a seemingly thrown together concert showed itself: I was informed that there were originally supposed to be five bands on the bill. There were just two and a half that played. Miami venues are not exactly known for stellar promotion of their events, but usually there is at least some notice given if a band had to drop for whatever reason. You may be wondering how can you have half a band. Easily – a duo of Abraham Sven-Maves,
Morata’s vocalist/keyboardist and Andres Ochoa, vocalist/lead guitarist was the third act of the night. However, their set was anything but an acoustic rehash of Morata’s set. They differentiated themselves with a deeply emotional but stripped down set where Ochoa accompanied Sven-Maves. Sven-Maves has a truly captivating voice that radiates emotion. I felt the passion he sang with even when he did songs in Spanish, a language that I have a decent understanding of when spoken but next to no understanding when sung.
The show ended as quickly as it started and despite the organizational issues, it was still a good night of supporting local music. It was also a good night for getting to know some new friends - even if that meant standing outside and freezing your butt off after the show ended because the conversation had moved outside.