I saw two ordinary gigs last weekend – The Streets at Alexandra Palace and Mercury Rev at the Apollo in Hammersmith.
The Streets were shambolic and only got it together for the encore – Dry Your Eyes and Fit But You Know It. I’ve never breathed in so much second-hand marijuana smoke, even in my university days, and I found the frequent public service announcements to buy official merchandise, not the dodgy stuff sold by geezers outside, rather ironic. Surely Mike Skinner wouldn’t have been adverse to that sort of thing before hit it big.
Mercury Rev, on the other hand, were a little too fey. I don’t know about you, but I start to worry when a lead singer draws down imaginary stars and throws them into the audience. Worse, they insisted on projecting snippets of desktop calendar philosophy on the wall behind them. If I wanted to know that we were all made of light I’d buy myself a Bradley Trevor Greive book.
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