April 24-25, Camden
Friday:
Art Brut
The Whip
Echo and the Bunnymen
Saturday:
Little Boots
The Maccabees
Frankmusik
I had very high hopes for the weekend of Camden Crawl. Loads of bands that I love, in venues that I love, in my favorite part of London. What could be better? Well, actually seeing those bands in the venues would have been a good start. The problem with Camden Crawl wasn't the lineup, or the bands themselves, but the organization. From moment one there were huge conflicts. Friday night: Yeah Yeah Yeahs and opener The Virgins in conflict with Art Brut and Echo and the Bunnymen. I ended up choosing Art Brut/Echo after seeing the massive queue for YYY's and realizing that we would entirely miss Virgins trying to get in.
Having waited in yet another massive queue to pick up our wristbands, we trekked across Camden to Koko and got in just as Art Brut started their set. Eddie Argos is the obvious star of the band, even though the drummer had a fabulous combination of handlebar mustache, madras shorts, and high socks. Plus he stood the whole time, which was an interesting tactic for drumming. Argos got into the set with a crowd invasion, and had fairly substantial chats with the audience between numbers. A high energy set that included new single Alcoholics Unanimous, The Passenger, DC Comics and Chocolate Milkshakes, Modern Art, Pump Up the Volume, (my personal favorite) Emily Kane and the surprise closer Formed a Band was a great way to kick off the evening. Impromptu lyric changes, particularly the clever switch-up of "stop stealing your albums from the internet" in Formed a Band,, were one of the best parts of the set. The other highlight was discovering that Argos really does talk like that all the time.
The space between Art Brut and the night's headliner was lesser known band The Whip. I went in with no real expectations about their music, and was in for an incredibly pleasant surprise. The Manchester four-piece has been a part of the festival scene for a few years, but their brand of electro/dance/rock isn't the sort of thing I normally go for. However, they were spot-on live and got the entire crowd dancing, an impressive feat in notoriously hard-to-impress Camden. Between the great music and the perfectly coordinated light show, I could have watched The Whip for a much longer set. They were by far my favorite band of the weekend, and one that you absolutely need to see live. Although their album is fantastic, the music just isn't the same when it's not heard in the midst of in a dancing crowd. Particular standouts from the set were the icy, angular Sister Siam and my personal favorite, Trash. Download it now.
The Whip
The crowd crammed in after The Whip for Echo and the Bunnymen, who felt almost underwhelming after the previous set. One of the great generation of dark synth indie that I adore, I had been looking forward to their gig for ages. Their music is the foundation for some of the stuff coming out of Britain now (my favorite of 2009, White Lies, included). While the new music that they're touring in support of is enjoyable, the obvious highlights of the set were their classic tracks. Lips Like Sugar, Bring on the Dancing Horses, The Cutter and, of course, The Killing Moon, were the night's most memorable moments. The tracks were well spaced in the set, and strong playing made it an enjoyable end to the evening.
Echo and the Bunnymen
Day two started off in hopes of avoiding the line issues of the day before by arriving earlier, but we were faced with similar struggles with organization. Headliner Kasabian was the only big draw for the night, and when we scored wristbands (after a protracted wait in a rather undifferentiated line) for the Roundhouse, we thought we were golden. However, we discovered that our wristbands were good only for the first half of the night (Little Boots and The Maccabees). While I'd already seen The View, missing Kasabian was a massive disappointment when we found out that wristbands for Kasabian could only be collected during the Maccabees set. Sigh.
Little Boots (actually the stage name of British songstress Victoria Hesketh), would have been entertaining if it weren't for the incredibly awful lack of balance between the bass and the rest of the music. We moved to the back of the Roundhouse after we noted that we could actually feel our internal organs vibrating independently. Unfortunate. Little Boots did some electronic stuff not entirely dissimilar to The Whip, with a much more disco edge. Highlights from the set included Stuck on Repeat and Mathematics. We spent the time in between acts using iPhone wiki to discover that the odd thing she used to create the beats for her songs was the Japanese 'instrument' tenori-on. The more you know...
The Maccabees emerged next, playing the kind of terrific up-tempo show that they produced at matter in February, minus the bone-crushing violence of the crowd. I'm completely in love with new singles No Kind Words and Love You Better,, particularly the amazing tempo change at the end of NKW. All the new tracks from Wall of Arms have the same kind of frenetic energy that Colour It In possesses, but the new complexity of their arrangements suggests a band that is maturing as they record. I especially enjoyed the title track and William Powers, and finally got my wish for a live version of Toothpaste Kisses, along with X-Ray, Precious Time, First Love, and Lego. Still, woefully, no sign of my favorite track Latchmere.
Afterward we spent some time wandering Camden and catching a few local acts before checking out the strange genre collision that is Frankmusik at Koko. Not really sure what was going on there. There was some beatboxing, some actually decent singing, the late appearance of a bass that led to much confusion, and an overall feeling of mediocrity that led us to leave about 5 songs into the set. Frankly...okay, I won't do a bad pun. A little more wandering let us catch some snippets of more local bands at the Monarch and Hawley Arms, home of one of my favorite obscure bands, The Brute Chorus.
The verdict for the weekend? Great crowds-- a terrific representation of what the London music scene is about. An interesting mix of people (okay, heavily biased toward hipsters, but still much more diverse than anything you'd see in America). Definite respect for classic and new bands alike. Fabulous acts, appalling organization. The Whip was a fantastic surprise, The Maccabees and Art Brut delivered, and Echo was a fun, nostalgic set. Little Boots dislodged my spleen but taught me what a tenori-on is. Phew. The end.
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