Friday, February 20, 2009

X-Ray Vision

The Maccabees
matter, London, February 20


The Maccabees club gig at O2 venue matter, with opener V.V. Brown. matter (not capitalized), ended up being a much bigger and slicker venue than I was anticipating, part of the massive O2 complex, where I'll incidentally be seeing The Killers on Monday night. Opener V.V. Brown was a pleasant surprise; some catchy throwback stuff that sounded like an upbeat Amy Winehouse b-side. The crowd was fairly low-key during her set, so we assumed it would be a relaxed gig. The mix of indie kids there for the Maccabees and ordinary club-goers seemed to confirm this.

Oh, how wrong we were.

The crowd went insane as soon as The Maccabees arrived on stage, opening with an up tempo newer track. (I could see the set list from my very front row spot, wish I'd remembered to snap a picture of it for song titles.) My side of the crowd went especially crazy as we were in front of incredibly enthusiastic guitarist Felix White, who really steals the show from the rest of the band with his hyperactive dancing as well as sharp melodies.

The set itself was relatively short, seven or eight songs that skewed largely toward newer material that wasn't on the original release of Colour It In. Tracks from their debut album got the biggest response from the enthusiastic crowd, though. X-Ray, Precious Time, and especially First Love incurred dancing more violent than I've seen since...well, last year's femur-endangering Wombats gig. The Maccabees sound great live, even though the balance of vocals to guitar could have been better at times, and they chose an upbeat set that kept the crowd moving, although a break with a more relaxed song like Toothpaste Kisses might have been in order after the third or fourth time they had to tell the crowd to stop pushing forward. They closed with the single from their upcoming album, which should be a sharp, peppy continuation of Colour It In if the tracks from tonight are representative.

Although the crowds are sometimes a little...too enthusiastic here, it's great to see people really getting into the music. I feel like that's the main difference between the music scenes in America and Britain. People here seem really excited about up and coming bands and usually know the music at gigs, even unreleased tracks. Fans tonight were requesting b-sides and songs that have only made the internet rounds. Americans seem so much more content to be spoon-fed whatever piece of overproduced Rihanna drivel is being pumped out by Island or Warner Brothers that week, but Brits seem incredibly eager to give new bands a chance. It makes sense that most of the iconic bands, from the Beatles up to Oasis, have been British. The love of music comes through in the songs, and the bands themselves seem to be having a much better time than most of the morose or overly corporate, professional acts (ie. Panic at the Disco, Nickelback and their hundred ripoffs), that come from America. It's just a more organic, DIY feel, down to the merch, and it feels great.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Wasted Little DJs

The View
Koko, Camden, February 10


The View (not the TV show, as I had to tell literally everyone that I mentioned the gig to) last night at indie institution Koko. It's an old theater that's been revamped as a club/venue, so there are about four stories that look down on the stage, a pretty decent sized venue for a band that hasn't seen too much hype for its second album. We got in too late to get a space along the rails in the upper floors, so we headed downstairs during the unremarkable and sometimes outrightly bad openers. I didn't bother to remember their names since I really had no interest in listening again.

The crowd was completely chill until The View came on (in spite of an odd assortment of hipsters, old people, 14 year olds starting chants, and a group of women inexplicably sporting light up bunny ears), but when the band started playing they went insane. The unfortunate sort of drink-throwing, uncontrollable need for unnecessary crowd surfing kind of insane. It was great to see an audience really excited for a gig, but after about the sixteenth cup of beer was flung over the crowd, I found myself wishing they would be just a little bit less excited. Did explain why the floor in Koko always looks faintly sticky, even at the beginning of the night.

The View themselves put on a good show, playing a lot of the better known tracks from debut Hats Off to Buskers and mixing in songs from brand new album Which Bitch? I hadn't picked up the second record yet, but they were good enough that I'm planning on getting it. They kicked off the set with some classics like Wasteland (the crowd went nuts for the super-fast rendition), Five Rebeccas, Skag Trendy, and Wasted Little DJs, then broke in the middle with super short, harmonica tinged tune Typical Time, which segued into a short acoustic set. The end of the gig saw Superstar Tradesman and Same Jeans, then an acoustic encore of Oasis' Don't Look Back in Anger (confirming the frequent opinion that The View are Libs impostors--Pete and Carl performed the track at their latest reunion gig).

The View do have a little bit of Libs in them in that they can get a crowd going, and seem to have a fanbase with a high percentage of belligerent young guys. Their music also has the kind of underproduced, loose sound (live and recorded) that the Libs and their various coattail riders prefer.

As for Albion? Maybe a little bit in the atmosphere of the gig. People seemed to be having a genuinely good time, despite the fact that Koko is a relatively corporate venue. (A little too well organized, actual tickets, plastered with NME endorsements). The View seem to encourage this, from what I could understand of their banter. (Being from Dundee, their accents were virtually unintelligible). Lyrically, The View get into class a little bit with tracks like Superstar Tradesman and Posh Boys Can't Play (which was sadly omitted from the set), and the album title "Hats Off to Buskers" suggests something about value for the shambolic, itinerant lifestyle that this movement of bands admires. Not quite the height of Albionesque romanticism, but on the edges. And overwhelmingly influenced by the movement of bands that does revere Albion (Oasis, The Libs, a touch of contemporaries Arctic Monkeys in the snippets of modern nightlife spewed out in fast lyrics).

The verdict? Crazy but enthusiastic crowd, solid playing, a dash of Albion. Great to see a band I've been listening to since I downloaded an elusive live recording about two years ago of Posh Boys.

I'd say pictures are to come, but they didn't turn out especially well. Might toss the Oasis cover video up here if youtube cooperates.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Twilight Omens

Franz Ferdinand
HMV Oxford, January 26


Got up incredibly early (in line around 645) to get wristbands for the Franz instore, then returned later in the day for the gig itself, and even though we showed up much later, somehow got a far better place in the crowd than we had at White Lies. At least we were in front of the stage this time.

Franz themselves sounded great, but I can't wait to see them in an actual gig. Their new album has much heavier, slicker production than either the debut or YCHISMB, but Tonight is about a night out in clubs, so the music feels like it needs to be heard in that situation. Somewhere a little seedy would be best; there's a dark, dirty sound to the weird percussion and whispered vocals on tracks like No You Girls and Bite Hard that just isn't meant for somewhere as corporate as a brightly lit HMV. That combined with the giant mob of press (on stepstools, no less) that blocked the stage for about the first half of the set, left something to be desired atmospherically. The band seemed to agree, Alex chirping "Bye photographers!" when security ushered them out.

Lack of atmosphere didn't mean that the band itself wasn't technically strong. As an instore, it was a fairly abbreviated set of around 8 songs, all from the new album with the exception of Tell Her Tonight mid-set, when Nick took over the vocals. The addition of keyboard to their live setup creates a somewhat different sound than the hard, angular guitar hooks from Franz Ferdinand, but also makes the sound more complex. Sadly there was no drumming with human bones on the live version of No You Girls. I've got my fingers crossed for the next gig.

The set list was something like:
No You Girls
Bite Hard
Ulysses
Live Alone
Tell Her Tonight
Turn It On

Bite Hard and Ulysses were my favorite tracks, particularly Bite Hard. It's very dynamic live, transitioning from whispered intro up to the fast paced guitar break at the end. Ulysses comes across well for similar reasons, although it's another track I think will play better in a more appropriate venue (especially since it's the most Albion-influenced track, it deserves a little more seedy romance). Lyrically it just didn't translate to the atmosphere. When you hear "I'm bored, I'm bored, C'mon let's get high" in an HMV, you're sort of like, "What, over in the Jazz vinyls section?" It wasn't really a fault on Franz's part though, and they sounded great. Plus it was fun to see them in such a small venue (only 300 people) at a point when most of their gigs have crowds in the thousands.

Anyway, they also did a signing, so I got the album signed. Alex Kapranos touched my hand. If this were some sort of lame Gossip Girl style blog I would put OMG here, but it's not so you'll just have to imagine that it was quite a moment.

The verdict? Franz, awesome. HMV, not so much. Can't wait to see them at Apollo Hammersmith in March for a better perspective on the new album and the chance to hear some old tracks.

Pictures TBC