Teenage Kicks and Grown-up Tricks: Shamir at the Bunkhouse

You can keep your Killers and your Dragons and your Discos, Shamir is the only hometown boy I’ll pump my fist in the air for. The pride of Northtown played to a Bunkhouse crowd on February 23 that seemed to hold as many friends and family as fans.

Shamir delivered his set with a mix of falsetto flippancy and jangly-guitar disenchantment that brought to mind some kind of odd offspring of Sylvester and Liz Phair, opening with the melodic crash of “Hope,” the title cut off his four-track 2017 album. He played “Straight Boy” like something from the big moment of a coming-of-age flick, with a blend of raw teenage emotion and hard-won adult wisdom; “I Fucking Hate You” was every bit as aggro and fun as it should be, with a punk-country hoedown stomp beneath Shamir’s joyfully howled maledictions.

With his trademark disarming charm, Shamir got the crowd to sing along to “’90s Kids,” with its crash of cymbals and feedback, a mix of wistfulness and swagger that Shamir does like no one else. He’s still one of Las Vegas’ true originals.

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