Archiv für Februar 2008

Boybands, Kastraten, Behinderte und Bescheuerte

Glasgow, yet again. A NME-Awards show. We stand in the queue, with us lots of children, they barely reach my waist, and are clad like on a children’s birthday too, after the cake got smeared everywhere. That’s how I persuaded my companion to come here too: The concert tonight would be like a children’s birthday on LSD. We are to see CSS and The Mystery Jets at ABC.

First Band, they shouldn‘t have the right to exist on earth, Team Waterpolo, a boy band plagiarising wildly through the eighties and anything that was of name in the last two years, and doing so badly. Apparently, they were discovered through the myspacewhore and the music industry loves them, we don‘t. Next band, pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeee!!!

Second Band, at the comedy club, a castrato moving like a chicken and looking like a fat evil lesbian, or, as people behind us put it, the band are like The Scissors Sisters without the lesbians. They are the Wild Beasts, and even before they come in they are a joke: A deep voice in the off narrates of something or other, and you half expect Spinal Tap’s mini-Stonehenge to come down on the stage. Instead, said high voiced singer comes in, and we are amused.

Third band, at last, The Mystery Jets! Sirens sound, darkness becomes light, in hobbles singer and band. At first, I‘m actually overwhelmed by the stage lightning, it still amazes naive me…they start to play and goosebumps start building. People start moving, nodding heads, raised arms, it starts to feel like a real concert. And Mystery Jets make it a damned good one, justify everything, from the kids to the bad music in between bands (Spice Girls????) to the high price to the short time they actually play. A chaos of juxtapositions, harmonies, of contrasting and matching influences, they sound messy and anarchic whilst being mesmerisingly tight. The songs are difficult at the same time as being accessible. The performance is light-hearted yet madly intense. Every corner of every song is stuffed with something exciting and refreshing. We will remember.

Fourth band, last band, aerobics for the evening, weirdoesses to boost anyone near them with energy. Cansei de ser sexy. Stage hot and ready, power pop six-some CSS trip on to the stage, with lead singer, the bouncingly hyperactive Lovefoxx dressed up in balloons and other colourful stuff, jumping, bouncing, hopping like a flea at the high jump Olympics. What they play is arguably just bland album fluff, nothing you can spend torturing your brain about, but the way they present it, full of energy, a wonderfully entertaining live act, makes them highly likeable even to people who don‘t exactly like ‚that kind of music‘. Some are real fans though, and soon bras (! when was the last time that happened? Elvis?) are flying on the stage, as well as hats and other pieces not discernible. The band made up of quite a lot of good looking women ( with a guest dancer accidentally stripping her boobs) have their fun with it and in exchange gift the audience with Frisbees and water. By now, it seems like every single hand is waving in the air, following lead singer instructions of aerobics, screaming out choruses and groans. We lose hold and get lost in the madwomen carnival of happy happy hoppy hoppy bouncey bouncey.

The Von Bondies

A real nice venue in Glasgow, Stereo, hosts tonight’s concert, The Von Bondies, who seemed to be gone off the radar for quite a long time now since their second album came out. Now they‘re back and apparently have a new album soon to come.
But first, The Sugars are playing, a Tarantinoesque 50s band from Leeds. They‘re nice to listen to but that is all there is to say about them.

Second, The Flying Apes are playing on the cellar stage. Their name made me fear something the like of QOTSA, and I‘m tempted to go back up to the bar, but their first song makes me think otherwise. True, they are a fun-loving caring about nought bunch in bad t-shirts, but compared to last years new rave bands, they‘re tame and know their instruments. Still, they‘re nothing new, a guitar/synthie sound, some gimmicks like flashing sunglasses and a female singer in tights and corset, been there, seen that.

At last, The Von Bondies, and I feel 18 again, 2004 was their last album, propelled into famousness by first being supported and then beat up by Jack White. They‘re mainly playing songs from ‚Pawn Shoppe Heart‘, only two new songs from the album that is scheduled for this year, ‚Love, Hate and Then There’s You‘. They‘re fast, they have fun, and a great concert is born. The audience is enthusiastic, and so am I, though neither I nor the Detroit band can understand the Glaswegian cheering, but who can? What they lack in witty replies, they make up with their tightly knit to burst set of full-throated songs. Lead singer and guitarist Jason Stollsteimer has a raw snarl and an instinctive knack for knowing just when to let it explode. We explode with him. Sadly, the thing is over quick, the encore they rattle down without even going off the stage in between, and after two more songs they are off fast as their songs. Hopefully, there will be more at the festivals this year.

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hier macht sich gerade totale begeisterung breit. das b&n headquarter (sprich: ich), das sich locker mal tagelang nur von müsli ernähren kann, ist im netz auf die ultimative offenbarung gestossen: die drei kerle schütteln da mal locker ein buntes mashup aus web 2.0-startup-hysterie, customizing-trend und biohippiemüslisandalentum aus dem handgelenk, das mich ganz furchtbar entzückt. allein schon der name „my muesli“ (mit dem untertitel „custom made cereals“) ist schwachsinnig genug, um sofort eine großbestellung zu tätigen. frühstück 2.0, ich geh kaputt!

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