Dingwalls is red toplights bleeding all over the room and girls in velvet skirts that swish heavy, there is a sprinkling of Asians around the room and they all look as lost as i am.
a dude in a drapey chambray shirt totters about like he is walking in heels (when he’s really wearing boots), then he slips into the Ladies and i am thoroughly confused.
i am horribly tempted to get some food from the bar, but i’ve had 8 beef balls (well done) and Dolmio sauce and 2 eggs and 2 dark chocolate digestives and 2 more of the milk chocolate variety so i’m really just being greedy now
THEY ARE PLAYING I DON’T WANT LOVE which is 70% my top Antlers song!! i’ve already SoundHound-ed two tracks that i hope i’ll still like when i’m home and clear-headed (one’s by Dry The River though, so that’s long overdue since i never did follow up on Weights & Measures)
first impressions count, so it pleased me to note that they stuck their entry sticker just above their knee (i always place mine on my left shoulder).
i was near ecstatic then when they skipped the introduction and launched into a thick slappy bass, their drummer saluting blacksmiths through the ages as he cranked his arm up to ridiculous heights before pulverising the cymbals. two songs in, i saw the alt-J comparisons on ‘Nobody Knows’, but frankly that must be the hallmark of a lazy review.
here you have the singer on lead making eagle cries with his guitar (and i love how clean the slides are with the guitar and bass) in time with a dense cheery funk - how is that at all alt-J?? (also,i have finally figured out the reason for my discomfort - he looks like a younger shia labeouf in skechers)
truthfully it is the synth and the backing track that pizzazes this band into the stratosphere, ridiculously irregular melodies are such a delight after having my ears soaked through with pop riffs, the warm thrum of the bass alongside exaggerated pull-backs i cannot help myself so i yell out THIS IS GOOD STUFF MAN (how tight must they be though to use a backing track consisting of clogs clattering and what i imagine a frisbee with green beans inside it would sound like flying through the air)
four songs in the shia labeouf clone leans in and says “this is Alligator” (it is then that i realise that his guitar is a neat pistachio green), i am slightly underwhelmed, it being their hit song and all, but i did catch the word “love” featuring once in the opening lines so well love sells and “into the river / with alligators” is just empty enough to be sung over and over without it getting tired
they bow out with no encore, the 43 minute set my night’s highlight. credit where it’s due (even to Caesar), and Febueder are clearly a bunch of kids who take their music with utmost seriousness. you should catch them on tour if they come - they’re only going to get bolder with the backing synths and samples, and i for one am bloody excited to see what they’ll do with their sound.
(wearearchaic you would have liked them live!!)
i have eaten 4 sticks of gum, and done so with the exclusive use of my left jaw.
it is 945 and i am a wee bit sleepy, thanks to a combination of dim lights and evaporated alcohol. whenever the girl on my right nudges me i try my best to remember the Beatitudes, and in particular the bit after about letting people nudge you at concerts without putting an elbow in their ribs.
someone has puffed cold air into the back of my head
something has gone awfully wrong instead of a wonderful selection of hpstr tunes the speakers are now playing what i can only describe as ‘Optimus Prime brushing his teeth with gusto”
OKAY LIGHTS ARE OUT RUSSIAN RED WE MEET FOR THE FOURTH TIME!!!!!
- i have never been to a concert alone
- i am so excited right now
- i bought gum so that IF i make friends i don’t smell like dolmio & meatballs
"you are now free of my male magnetism"
Oh my Jesus Christ,
will you bring me back to life?
Can you lead me to an afterlife that I would like?
Oh my Savior of the Meek,
can you teach me how to speak?
Can you teach me how to love myself when I am weak?
Oh my Lord of Love,
where are you hiding far above?
Why don’t you come to me and show me what I ask you of?
will you guide my way?
Did you see, but do you understand how far I fell?
Oh my Righteous Man,
will you give me solid land?
Will you give my own the greatest gift so we may stand?
Oh my End of Days,
am I headed for a path
that will lead me to the mouth of everlasting pain?
They will pray but if you listen you will hear me say:
I will wait for you to swing below and take me away.