Why not make it 75 minutes and throw in some hits? Especially when you are pushing an iffy album which hasn’t helped you even sell out a 1500 SRO? Why not give people what they want to hear? You wrote the suckers, sing em.
Patrick Stickles of Titus Andronicus paid his respect as well, “a great honor and privilege to be here in support of the Buzzcocks” he claimed, and Patrick doesn’t say what he doesn’t mean, then he launched into “Upon Viewing Brueghel’s ‘Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus'”.
This isn’t feckless rock writing, nothing on fun. Is either, this is what Antonoff called songs you can dance to and cry to. On stage , Jack is both working his way towards and also has reached where he needs to go as a front man. With a limited set of songs he gave a fine performance, a little slow start but once he got where he wanted to get he maintained the highest of quality through to the end.
The talk dirty stuff is a bit of a dead end. The line here, the one that resonates and which she doesn’t sing on Tuesday night, is “I knew that I was crazy alone; now I’m just crazy for you.” So, yeah a crazy ex-girlfriend but only up to a certain place and then other influences kick in.
Sometimes a bore, sometimes self-important (though not on stage), and sometimes they really do suck, yet they include you in and have the rouseiness of a football stadium with the subduedness of a manic depressive. They are one hit away from breaking really big in the States so catch em in nightclubs while you can
Solange mentioned both she and M.I.A., with her mind on Sunday no doubt, are both mothers now. Not in a stodgy way, but there was no dramatics this night, no kicking photographs , no attitude. The entire evening was spot on the money, in a terrific place to see a show, with a good looking audience and a sweet temperamental and endless intelligence.
“Tiderays” is a gorgeous song and the stage is light and Justin, who sings all the songs as well as plays keyboards, is very into it, and drummer Jon Mueller is probably the single most important member!
As brutal as you’d expect, but her good nature disrupts the spastic enclave of sound: it is like Amanda is giving you a good whipping and putting balm on your wounds between strokes.
Tristen has a certain charm but also a certain awkwardness, and after awhile she seems frustrated., with a wry revealing aside and a snide “I’m gonna ask Justin for his autograpgh. To put us in our place?
I was real disappointed and it has me thinking whether I overestimated the album. Justin has perfected the art of fake intimacy, maybe he wants to try the real thing and see how far that gets him.
:Chit Chat” off her 2010 album is a good song and she does it proud and the penultimate song with a refrain that goes “take a deep breath and don’t it it bring you down” is a joyous noise with Hannah on Ukelele
A quiet, but quietly delicious moment, to cool down her feverish brow: like Maureen O’Hara, Kathleen is either dashing through the hills of Ireland chased by John Wayne, or packing her bags and going home to her brother, or playing patty ingers in the holy water.
In glittery miniskirts and pouding beats, Hard Nips are a modern Runaways raised in the Hanoia Hilton, a brittle bouncy thing who take all the fun of a 2010 song like “Fantasy Cinco” and crush it through their drummer, who pounds hard center stage
The band sounds good, looks OK but are inert and boring. There is not even a light show and what lights there are are dim. In other words, they suffer from Indieitis.
an elegant solution to question of money and design. It was a beautiful thing, with close circuit screens on the walls and at the edge of the stage, gorgeous light shows, and by some wizardry sleight of hand, more depth than the Black Keys got out of MSG.
Damian entered the maelstrom, hugging people, handing the mic to fans, high fiving, moshing, body surfing
Yeah, alright, I’ll say it: you’ll dig em
if the songs work, the set is working and when they don’t, Liam can’t save them
