There are gigs you enjoy, and then there are gigs that grab you by the soul and don’t let go for 90 minutes straight. Margo Price at Scala on Thursday night? 1000% the latter.
Maya Lane kicked off the night with a beautifully stripped-back set that instantly won over the early crowd. Armed with nothing but a guitar and a voice soaked in feeling, she delivered confessional, dreamy tunes that felt like the calm before the twangy storm. There’s a quiet power in what she does, and you could tell people were listening — phones away, heads nodding, hearts wide open. Keep an eye on this one.
Margo Price hit the stage like a storm that’s been brewing for miles. No small talk, just straight into “Hands of Time”— and instantly the room was hers. There’s something about the way she balances vulnerability and defiance that just hits. She followed it up with “Losing Streak” and “Red Eye Flight,” and at that point, it was clear: this wasn’t just a show — it was a purge, a celebration, a sermon wrapped in pedal steel and sequins.
Mid-set, “Tennessee Song” shook Scala’s walls, and “Don’t Wake Me Up” floated like a sad dream before dropping into the raw honesty of “Loner.” Margo’s storytelling was front and center, and there were legit moments where the crowd just stood there, silent, locked in. Goosebumps city.
Then came “Four Years of Chances” — punchy, swagger-filled, and fiery as hell. You could feel the band dig in even deeper. “Too Stoned to Cry” felt like it should’ve come with a warning label, while “Don’t Let the Bastards Get You Down” turned the whole place into a honky tonk.
“I Just Don’t Give A Damn” was pure outlaw catharsis, and the closer, “Hurtin’ (on the Bottle)”, was the ultimate goodbye kiss — messy, glorious, and just the right amount of broken. Margo Price doesn’t play shows — she testifies. It’s country with bite, soul with swagger, and it’s more real than half the stuff being called “authentic” these days.
Margo Price gave us country-rock soul food with zero pretense. A sweaty, soulful, whiskey-sippin’ kind of night—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
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