ladytron vs lemonade
friday night me and tommi saw ladytron at their sold out show at mezzanine. it was pretty cool, about what i expected. like i really like them a lot, especially their witching hour cd, but i still hear them for what they could be and perhaps are evolving towards.
an austrailian duo called the presets opened the show and essentially tried very hard to be sexy, but though the singer bore a resemblance to damon albarn of blur/gorillaz, how sexy can a boy be in a baggy t-shirt, one with a cartoon mouse i'll give him that, but really, after announcing yr first song is called steamworks to muffled laughter from the audience members familiar with the renowned san jose bath house, and huffing and puffing raunchily into the microphone in tandem with disco synth duran duran tones complimented by basic rock drum beats, perhaps taking off yr shirt and showing a little skin to match the retarded performance theatrics of flailing body arms and straight white boy dance moves might have gone a long ways towards captivating the audiences attention, or at least distracting this faggot from dissecting the slightness of each of yr tunes. they did have some almost good tunes, one had an awesome bass riff with killer descending fill that unfortunately looped it's awesomeness adnauseum until it was compleatly dilluted over the course of five minutes, when it should busted out into some killer disco funk. these songs were more sketches stretched out, and while they had ideas and potential, the retarded performance antics turned me off. i would buy their cd for $3 tho if i saw it in the cutout bin.
ladytron was augmented by a chick bass player and an asian dude on drums. the drummer was a powerful addition to their sound, though the drawback was that he wasn't given a whole lot to do. i give them credit though, it seemed that 90% of the music was being generated live, as i hate bands that play to tapes, sorry presets. my criticism is that they take these musical tropes, such as rock drum beats, and minor key melodies or their songs and murky synth patches and don't really do much more than build tension. while it was great that they stretched out on some of the tunes, it was essentially the same riff over an over with no instrument taking the lead to push the thick sonic morass past being simply a thick sonic morass of propulsive atmosphere. still they did have an impressive sound, though i would say bearded guitar supergenius boy's guitar could have been a little more prominent, it was almost like he lacked the confidence to be more present as he hid back on the left cornor of the stage. asian coke fiend ruben was rather impressive though, demonstraing himself to be the conjurer of a multitude of synth lusciousness and effects. but the biggest surprise to me was that the main vocalist could actually sing. whereas on record, i had assumed the heavy vocal effects had meant to disguise a weak singing voice, the chick consistently proved to have some serious vocal pipes, as many of the new tunes sounded stronger and more confident than they do on cd. finally, the bulgarian chick is pretty fucking hot. seriously hot.
saturday night tommi's friend dan beckoned us to come join him at a bar in the mission called amnesia. we got there, paid $3 cover, he was already relatively piss drunk, and fucking immediately pulled this kiss on the lips hello shit, and proceeded throughout the night to attempt to feel up my back and grope towards my ass. tommi was like, oh, he's just being european, which he is not, and just flirty in an innocent way, and i'm like no, he wants sex, and it's making me uncomfortable. anyway, whatever. turns out this band was gonna play. they were called lemonade, and they were like a noise dub avant tribal rock band, in other words, fucking awesome. they consisted of a bass player, a supergenius wordless vocalist percussionist effects guru boy, and a sexy drummer, and they had the crowd of hipsters dancing hella down to the no wave disco funk. they were really good. they had a clear boredoms influence to my ears, and were a whole lot of fun. tommi's friend dan totally hated it, just like when he tagged along to the meat beat manifesto show back in february. but i was like, fuck this shit man, i ain't leaving, i got dragged out of the house when all i wanted to do was lay around and watch movies and lo and behold here i am at a totally awesome show, yay! after the show i went up to supergenius vocalist effects boy and was like hey, y'all got a cd, and he was like, we still recording it, but i got these neat tie dye shirts i made, and i was like they cool, but i got enough shirts, so i very much look forward to yr cd and seeing you guys play again as i touched my hand to his leg, and we exchanged introductions, and he was like so sincere and nice. these guys are ones to watch.
an austrailian duo called the presets opened the show and essentially tried very hard to be sexy, but though the singer bore a resemblance to damon albarn of blur/gorillaz, how sexy can a boy be in a baggy t-shirt, one with a cartoon mouse i'll give him that, but really, after announcing yr first song is called steamworks to muffled laughter from the audience members familiar with the renowned san jose bath house, and huffing and puffing raunchily into the microphone in tandem with disco synth duran duran tones complimented by basic rock drum beats, perhaps taking off yr shirt and showing a little skin to match the retarded performance theatrics of flailing body arms and straight white boy dance moves might have gone a long ways towards captivating the audiences attention, or at least distracting this faggot from dissecting the slightness of each of yr tunes. they did have some almost good tunes, one had an awesome bass riff with killer descending fill that unfortunately looped it's awesomeness adnauseum until it was compleatly dilluted over the course of five minutes, when it should busted out into some killer disco funk. these songs were more sketches stretched out, and while they had ideas and potential, the retarded performance antics turned me off. i would buy their cd for $3 tho if i saw it in the cutout bin.
ladytron was augmented by a chick bass player and an asian dude on drums. the drummer was a powerful addition to their sound, though the drawback was that he wasn't given a whole lot to do. i give them credit though, it seemed that 90% of the music was being generated live, as i hate bands that play to tapes, sorry presets. my criticism is that they take these musical tropes, such as rock drum beats, and minor key melodies or their songs and murky synth patches and don't really do much more than build tension. while it was great that they stretched out on some of the tunes, it was essentially the same riff over an over with no instrument taking the lead to push the thick sonic morass past being simply a thick sonic morass of propulsive atmosphere. still they did have an impressive sound, though i would say bearded guitar supergenius boy's guitar could have been a little more prominent, it was almost like he lacked the confidence to be more present as he hid back on the left cornor of the stage. asian coke fiend ruben was rather impressive though, demonstraing himself to be the conjurer of a multitude of synth lusciousness and effects. but the biggest surprise to me was that the main vocalist could actually sing. whereas on record, i had assumed the heavy vocal effects had meant to disguise a weak singing voice, the chick consistently proved to have some serious vocal pipes, as many of the new tunes sounded stronger and more confident than they do on cd. finally, the bulgarian chick is pretty fucking hot. seriously hot.
saturday night tommi's friend dan beckoned us to come join him at a bar in the mission called amnesia. we got there, paid $3 cover, he was already relatively piss drunk, and fucking immediately pulled this kiss on the lips hello shit, and proceeded throughout the night to attempt to feel up my back and grope towards my ass. tommi was like, oh, he's just being european, which he is not, and just flirty in an innocent way, and i'm like no, he wants sex, and it's making me uncomfortable. anyway, whatever. turns out this band was gonna play. they were called lemonade, and they were like a noise dub avant tribal rock band, in other words, fucking awesome. they consisted of a bass player, a supergenius wordless vocalist percussionist effects guru boy, and a sexy drummer, and they had the crowd of hipsters dancing hella down to the no wave disco funk. they were really good. they had a clear boredoms influence to my ears, and were a whole lot of fun. tommi's friend dan totally hated it, just like when he tagged along to the meat beat manifesto show back in february. but i was like, fuck this shit man, i ain't leaving, i got dragged out of the house when all i wanted to do was lay around and watch movies and lo and behold here i am at a totally awesome show, yay! after the show i went up to supergenius vocalist effects boy and was like hey, y'all got a cd, and he was like, we still recording it, but i got these neat tie dye shirts i made, and i was like they cool, but i got enough shirts, so i very much look forward to yr cd and seeing you guys play again as i touched my hand to his leg, and we exchanged introductions, and he was like so sincere and nice. these guys are ones to watch.
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