EDM and pop is a little like the Monarchy versus the Pope in 14th century Europe in reverse; Europe was trying to disentangle itself from the Pope’s influence and EDM needs a strong union with modern pop and rock groups, it needs to entangle itself. Till then, this was a fine evening of dance.
From the crushing deep pain of extreme pain to the punishing deep pain of success, M.I.A. holds her paranoia like a weapon but she let it drop for 70 minutes and builds her world behind the beatings upon beatings of a place where the third and the first world meets.
“To The Last “sounds like pop by a soulful robot with a vocoder distorting the sounds, “Klavierwerk” is hyperventilating ambience and the strobes make you worry you’re gonna have a seizure any moment. It is lively and enliving music but it is a bore to watch.
they were simply brilliant Wednesday night. A 90 minute plus extravaganza of Celtic vibes with two lead singers, all the muscle in the world and, after 17 years, complete control of their environment: they sing about drinking, Boston, revolution, Ireland, drinking and sports in Boston and drinking and girls and being irish and drinking
Vocally, Frank is great, his range is really wide and his top end glorious, the songs are either great or not great and too much of it drags, but on stage that is much less a problem. The introspect eccentric rock star image is friendlier on stage, and he gave a good performance
Saturday night, the man is literally jumping for joy as the sold out room filled with teen to 20 something girls sang to, sure “We Are Young” but also EVERYTHING ELSE. EVERY WORD. RELENTLESSLY! Overnight sensation at 30 years old, Nate has spent the year watching fun. sell out room after room and, probably, wondering how the hell the dance rock band’s ode to failure, Some Night, became a feel good ode.
Lead singer Joe Cardarone has the attitude of a Jim Morrison nearing the seven minute mark of “The End” and the rest of the band play Nine Inch Nails, heavy industrial metal, but they have problems despite their fearlessness on stage
“Who’s taking you home tonight?” sings Laura Jane Grace during the very first song of Against Me’s opening slot at T5 Friday night, “True Trans Soul Rebel” she replies on a sparkling new rocker that does the difficult. displaces concepts of dysfunction with axioms on lead singer sexiness
Not handsome, too long winded to be smart, no good at catechesis’s, and a lousy poet to boot -all of that is true, still Mercer knows when to start a song with “lalallalalaaaa”
thought Album was better than Father, Son, Holy Ghost, but that wasn’t the problem. And, unlike the last time, neither was the pacing or the playing. The problem is Owens. he isn’t a rock star and he doesn’t know how to play one on stage.
Hey, Chris, I just wanna be friends forever and ever… Too late, the Caravan has gone.
Towards the end he plays “Out Getting Ribs”, recorded when he was 15 I guess, “I feel hate running through my blood girl, don’t you want me back?” An excellent song and the band clicks just as they have ben doing all night long. though they have some stage presence, they don’t have nearly enough.
Real estate are what they are. And I like what they are. And while I have no idea who would consider them their fave band in the world, I can’t imagine anybody disliking them. Not even me
Hatecore? Racecore? Or just fucked up kids?
rock nyc cover boys Fucked Up are opening
