||[May. 22nd, 2004|01:18 am]
The American Caliban
Death Cab for Cutie was really good. They're a bit self indulgent with the endless jams on a few songs but they basically deserve it. They're a really tight, talented band and he writes lovely songs. Or song. Basically there's the one song, but it's damned good, similar to the way the Smiths had the Fast Song and the Slow Song. |
The opening act was "Plus Minus" and they need to be fired into the heart of the sun immediately. Ripoff of every Manchester band with a gooey, frosting-like layer of Radiohead imitation on top. Give it the fuck up, guys.
I was roughly twice the age of most of the people at the show. Teenagers are funny.
For reasons I do not understand there was a large ad display for a washing machine in the theatre. Are young guitar pop fans particularly avid consumers of household appliances? Is there a marketing synergy I missed?
The best songs were in 3/4 time. Maenad was fun to hang out with. Koreatown is more bizarre every time I go there. Cheese is made from milk.
i really like +/-. i think what you said is really funny because they are not even british, so i wonder if they are putting on some pretend-british crap.
Oh yeah, they were obviously American. They just had that sound that lifted from Echo & The Bunnymen, the Stone Roses, the Smiths, and every other band from that town. Plus soooo much Radiohead imitation. And the worst part, the lyrics. Oy.
They seemed like nice guys, though. Maybe they're fun to drink beer with.
You know, I am quite sure this is a sign of a bad band or something but I love deathcab recorded and not as much live.
I enjoy that they play all the good songs live and with changes but I miss the PRODUCTION that goes in to the albums. The treble fluxes and mysterious quiet bits.
Sorry about +/- ick.
"A critic who once reviewed me...said that I had 'two grooves, only two: slow march and fast march.'... What groove? This drummer hits two and four, am I a nano-second sooner or later?"
--Warren Zevon, in an interview with Goldmine magazine, August 18, 1995