Timothy Showalter Credit: David Brendan Hall

Philadelphia’s Timothy Showalter, aka Strand of Oaks, doesn’t look like the sensitive troubadour of his early albums. Sporting long hair, a bushy beard, sleeveless black t-shirt, and numerous tats, he calls to mind Steve Earle circa Copperhead Road.

Timothy Showalter Credit: David Brendan Hall

Like his forebear, Showalter made a similar move away from folk introspection to more widescreen rock for latest disc Heal, a modern rock LP pitched somewhere between My Morning Jacket and the War On Drugs. That wasn’t what he presented to an eager audience waiting patiently for a set pushed late by the prior act running over. Fronting a fourpiece with second guitar replacing synth, Showalter elbowed subtlety aside and stomped straight into Crazy Horse territory.

After a few seconds of psychedelic grunge noodling, the quartet blasted into “Heal” with the finesse of a rhino. Upbeat singalong anthem “Goshen ’97” brought a big smile to Showalter’s mug and enough distortion to make a stoner metal band proud. The clap-a-long “For Me” and formerly moody “Shut In” bordered on brutal, while “Plymouth” somehow kept its album atmosphere without stinting on power.

The ex-acoustic “Sterling” roared through soaring breaks, but that was just warm-up for “JM,” a grunge anthem modeled in tempo, tone, and solos on Neil Young’s “Cortez the Killer.” Showalter expresses a lot of sadness and confusion in his songs, but there was no misery here – only joyful catharsis. “You gotta heal!” he proclaims.

This was healing through fire.

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Michael Toland started writing about music in 1988 on the Gulf Coast, moved to Austin in early 1991, and has inflicted bylines upon the corporeal and digital pages of Pop Culture Press, The Big Takeover, Blurt, Amplifier, Austin.citysearch, the Austin American Statesman, Goldmine, Sleazegrinder, Rock & Roll Globe, High Bias, FHT Music Notes, and, since 2011, The Austin Chronicle.