Well, last night Nor and I hit the Queens Hall for the Low concert I’ve been waiting for all year. Tensely sat through the support – some acoustic-folk chap named Richard Young. Managed to pull out a couple of catchy numbers but suffered from his bland folk whine. Like Beth Orton on horse tranquilisers.
No disappointment with Low however, with a quite beautiful performance from the trio. Some effortlessly controlled guitar from Alan in the quieter moments, with the precise vocals of the ‘hawks verging on inhuman (in the nice-sounding angelic sense). With the Trust album they’ve also added to their collection of intensely distorted noisecore numbers, which they threw themselves into wholeheartedly last night. A parka-strewn crowd were appropriately reverent but let themselves go in showing appreciation. Great stuff.
Alas I also quaffed heroic quantities of Deuchar’s which has done me no good today whatsoever. Worked through two litre bottles of Vulva so far.
All this meant that I missed the Jacko documentary last night argh! Papers were full of it today though, what a freakshow.
Signing off with something beautiful, something stupid and something funny.
04-Feb-03 at 7:18 pm | Permalink
Don’t you think that Air has the most lovely turn of phrase? Its a shame.. Boys who can casually throw the phrase ‘coup de grace’ into a sentence, and actually know what it means, seem to be distinctly in the minority. If they were slightly more common I might be more interested. Intellect is sexy. ; )