Saw them at the Double Door, on Sunday night. It was a really, really, really (surprisingly) strong and (even more surprisingly) LOUD set. They played every single song from Primary Colours, much to the crowd's delight, along with a few stinkers from the first so-called "album." They sounded great, and perhaps owing to my proximity to the stage (just four or five feet back), it was at times the loudest gig I've ever attended; this includes the MBV concert I saw, last year. I couldn't stop sneezing, during one of the songs, because the low-end sound was so brutally pummeling me. I was shocked both by that and by the liberal use of the tremolo bar, which made every song sound like a great Loveless outtake. Pretty good stuff, and at times just devastatingly beautiful. I really look forward to seeing them again, at some point.
The problems? Well, the band, in a word. What a bunch of fucking twats, at least according to their stage presence, general demeanor, and attire. The lead singer, a HORRIFYING mix of 25% Jarvis "I'm a Spider" Cocker, 35% Keanu Reeves, and 40% Robert Smith (yes, that one) made the show at times physically uncomfortable/laughable--he just stared like he was trying to kill something/somebody at the exact same spot at the back of the venue (a window) for the ENTIRE show, and emerged wearing a too-small trenchcoat before removing it to reveal a too-short jacket, before removing that to reveal a too-short t-shirt. Absolutely hilarious. The bass player, too, was about the biggest douchebag I've ever seen on a stage. HILARIOUS to watch, from his 1982 button-up, black-and-white checkered New Wave sweater to his crab-dance and equally disconcerting thousand-yard stare. I just...man, I try really hard not to care about band image, but these guys REALLY have me reconsidering that stance, as you can tell.
The problem, ultimately, was one of attitude, because these guys didn't look half as fucking insane or ridiculous or silly as many of the great shows I catch--just a few months ago, Asobi Seksu's Yuki Chikudate was wearing wool tights, brown felt boots, and what looked to be a Christian Lacroix burlap poncho. But there was a radically different kind of self-awareness to her than to these guys, who were ENTIRELY serious and unironic. There was no wry self-awareness--simply self-importance. It was mostly hilarious, like I've been saying, but at times either distracting or frustrating.
Anyway, though, the show was great! If you get a chance to catch this tour, do it! The songs are AMAAAAAAAAAAAZING. I'm not saying that the songs sucked or even that the band sucked, but rather that it was tough to take these guys seriously...or at least as seriously as they so fucking obviously took themselves! ...Especially with that spoken-word NONSENSE during the middle eight of "Who Can Say":
And when I told her
I didn't love her, anymore,
she cried.
And when I told her
her kisses were not like before,
she cried.
And when I told her
another girl had caught my eye,
she cried.
And then I kissed her
with a kiss that could only mean, "Goodbye."
So fucking funny!!! Great stuff, though, honestly. I rant about their presence because the songs deserve more than that. They are terrific.