Showing posts with label The Kills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Kills. Show all posts

Dec 16, 2013

On the scene: Queens of the Stone Age & The Kills, Barclays Center 12.14.13


Liz Maher was there & submitted this report:

It’s only appropriate that Queens of the Stone Age, a band from So. Cal., who play songs with Beach-boy-ee-sounding names such as ‘I Worship the Sun’ and ‘Feel Good Hit of the Summer’ should play NYC in the midst of a blizzard. Even better that they do it out of Manhattan in Brooklyn at a venue that frequently doubles as Jay Z’s back porch. QOTSA’s frontman, Josh Homme, sounds like a federal entitlement program for out and proud folk, ripped Jay Z this past summer for manhandling the Queens and then attempting to photobomb them in a drive-bye marketing op. Apparently, Queens bear no grudges. Set it to a 5 chord desert rat progression and GNR it and you might call it ‘Mr. Knowles is My Bitch Slap Rappin’ Summer Fun Friend’. 


Opening for QOTSA were The Kills who make no money from album sales and have to tour to keep Kate Moss kitted out. The Kills are best playing intimate gigs where Hince’s peddling can be fully appreciated and Mosshart can throw sweat and flic cigarette butts at the audience. This was not a full set but a mere handful of songs that did not involve the strum und drang of past 2 hour psychodramas. All in all, the Kills were a tasty amuse-bouche even if we’ve tasted that flavor many times before or as another aforementioned SoCal band intoned 20 years ago ‘I think we’ve seen that movie too’. 

The Kills' Blood Pressures, 2011
Having to go big following The Kills, a huge back screen started a dramatic count down from 60 ending in Jon Theodore’s pounding drum solo intro into You Think I Ain’t Worth a Dollar, but I Feel Like a Millionaire.The song ended as a huge cloud of black coated the now brilliant money-green screen, leaving the stage in momentary darkness. A magic moment of alchemy while the irises adjusted. QOTSA slammed right into No One Knows and, to the fur trimmed (looks like so much pubic hair) snow-coated crowd’s delight, My God Is the Sun. The back screen became a sixth member of the show projecting vintage-y billboard QOTSA letter illustrations from various angles which reminded me of an installation at Art Basel 2013. The screen eventually flew around animated Songs For The Deaf arrows and exploding planet headed women.

Thunderous pounding dominated the first half of the set with a lot of energy coming from “Dutch” Troy Van Leeuwen and Michael Shuman jumping around and kicking about. QOTSA’s latest effort ...Like Clockwork rightfully made up the majority of set. Their mics were turned up way loud on the drums (just like on Bonham in old Led Zep shows) and Homme, so the entire non Phil Spector wall of sound seemed a little top heavy and uneven and possibly not as good as the studio version but still very good and even perilous as it all looked to come crashing down like a drunken Hooters waitress. The bold energy and charisma of the band made up for any shortfalls – RHCP used to have this energy before they became effete health food aficionados.The QOTSA added dimension by jamming out their tunes longer and harder than on the recordings – the reason why you whip out the debit card for a live show instead of booting up Spotify. Homme frequently held up a glass of something, making me think guest appearances from David Bowie, David Grohl and Alex Turner toasting champagne would have added a nice photo op for marketing purposes. Didn’t happen.

Homme dominates the stage with his mass but it was best when he doesn’t talk, or when the people behind and to the side of me don’t sing along which they unfortunately did throughout the entire show. I was ready to strangle the girl next to me with her topknot for butchering Kills and QOTSA songs. Homme lost points when he mentioned playing Boston causing the possibly terrorist crowd to unexpectedly boo and when he spoke of being friends, urged the audience to sing along (not Ms. Topknot) and made a sickening intro speech to Feel Good Hit of the Summer. He also had everyone holding up lighters at the end which even Lorde is tired of. Jane’s Addiction has it right “all talk and no action.” Dude just does not get NooYawk. He did get Westchester and Connecticut though as seen by all the little school boys boarding Metro North trains post show carrying Rough Trade bags.

QOTSA's ...Like Clockwork, 2013
A well sold audience, some clad in QOTSA holiday sweaters, loved every minute and were exclaiming what a great show QOTSA put on throughout the crowded subway ride home. And it was a rocking show even without leaving me deaf. Barclay's employees, of which there are clearly too many, on the other hand seemed bored. Clearly their minds were on convincing people to spend $11 for a beer.

QOTSA sustained aggressive momentum through lots of transitions which is a skill for which QOTSA is known. A lot of testosterone in this band. They successfully bridge rock, metal, and indie, hitting chords hard and with sustain. Basically- a Zeppelin inspired band that progressed into their own sound- Part Soundgarden , part Kings of Leon, Part Chillis-very commercial fast food American hard rock-the McFatburger of guitar bands who play melodic bottom of the neck chords on the hot top pickup. Fat, cheap, deliciousness, unsatisfying and leaving a serotonin-induced rancid aftertaste. A lot of fun.

Highlights were My God Is the Sun, Smooth Sailing, If I Had a Tail, Fairweather Friend (even with huge red and white lights shining mercilessly in the audiences’ eyes), Sick, Sick, Sick, Go With the Flow, Feel Good Hit of the Summer and A Song For the Dead.

QOTSA Set List:

-You Think I Ain’t Worth a Dollar but I Feel Like a Millionaire
-No One Knows
-My God Is the Sun
-Burn the Witch
-Smooth Sailing
-Monsters in the Parasol
-I Sat By the Ocean
-...Like Clockwork
-I Never Came
-If I Had a Tail
-Kalopsia
-Little Sister
-Fairweather Friend
-Make It With Chu
-Sick, Sick, Sick
-Better Living Through Chemistry
-Go With the Flow

Encore:
-The Vampyre of Time and Memory
-Feel Good Hit of the Summer
-A Song For the Dead

Aug 20, 2012

On the scene: Black Bananas on Pier 63, 8.18.12

Reviewed by Liz Maher for Stupefaction - thanks Liz!:

Bad Black Bananas

Converse City Pier 63, 8.18.12 with the Kills & Viva Viva: Black Bananas is touring in support of their new release, Rad Times Xpress IV. Part of this had them sandwiched in between Viva Viva and The Kills at Converse’s City Carnage series.

Ok, they weren’t totally awful. Blame the venue. They would have rocked any small pot club or after-skate session ramp in Long Beach, CA. Converse City Carnage at Pier 63, full of teen pre-hipsters filled with Gossip Girl angst, was just not a good setting for them. Kids these days lack the cultural reference of Royal Trux or really anything and only like bands whose songs serve as background music to their favorite TV shows. Also, set in contrast against The Kills, another guitar band with a drum box, it’s just not a fair match. In short, Black Bananas -- also the name of legendary defunct Philly dance club -- are not so good-live as they basically make music for themselves. Their recordings are actually, I’m not ashamed to admit but maybe should be, fun, white skate pop. Classic, badass, sneering metal-ish stuff.

It’s impossible to discuss Black Bananas (formerly RTX) without mentioning front person, Jennifer Herrema-sort of the anti-hope Sandoval- was once half of DIY garage, grungier-than-Nirvana-ever, Royal Trux and also the pre-Kate Moss heroin chic pro-type with a Calvin Klein deal to supplement her stripping income and open the doors to a Virgin record deal. An inch or so taller than Courtney Love, Jennifer is less annoying and actually has talent masked behind her awful, yet intriguing, raspy voice. The high water booty also helps. Herrema wasn’t just the tag-along GF, she added to Royal Trux, countering Neil Hagerty’s sneering, bluesy, wailing misanthropy with misguided, extroverted enthusiasm. Add a whole lot of drugs and it’s the perfect equation for amazingly good noise. Which does not necessarily mean songs. In the last 10 years since Royal Trux ended, Herrema formed RTX, now known as Black Bananas and did a jeans line for Volcom. Now her ex-partner, Hagerty works in Howling Hex, with even less impressive results. Couples counseling at Synnanon would benefit us all.

Black Bananas for the night consisted of Herrema, guitarist, Brian McKinley, and a very disinterested Kurt Midness on keyboards. Jaimo got lost somewhere. Save for Heremma, none of Black Bananas seemed to give a fuck. Some things never change. McKinley’s guitar was ehh, satisfactory except for being really cheesy, physically covered in faux snakeskin, which looked like a sale rack item at Guitar Center. Herrema kept her face hidden throughout the whole show, causing one to wonder if she had been horribly disfigured in a pipe accident. She lunged and prowled across the stage (with minimal vigor) adding several hip-hop inspired thumb-to-hip swaggers that always seem pointless on women and men alike. Black Bananas has some cute lyrics, but it would have been nice if they had been audible. Herrema kept clutching McKinley since the crowd wasn't showing much love. Bet on them losing Midness by the end of the tour.

Official BB's patch available here
Unlike Black Banana’s recordings, where the songs are at least vaguely distinct from one another, live, their songs all blended into each other in a sort of endless druggy haze which has Jungian antecedents in Grateful Dead, Johnny Thunders and Fishbone. With a few funk elements tossed in for irony and go-no-where riffs thrown in occasionally, the songs sort of ended at random or just ended. I think, think, they played Rad Times, My House, Hot Stupid and TV Trouble but it was too much of a garbled mishmash to be certain. At points, Herrema verged on going into 70’s era disco and it would have been really interesting if she had given into her long-time urges to belt out Nile Rogers or Chic hits. In between songs or song clusters, I could not tell, Herrema mumbled inaudibly to imaginary band mates. I think she said “nice” a few times, but there was no happy face. Foxy Playground was the best song of the night and actually was discernible from the rest of the ilk. The crowd should have been more appreciative, but they just wanted Black Bananas to go and make way for The Kills. Philistines without foreskins.

There was no encore. Extra note on The Kills - they did not perform “Dreams.” Maybe Black Bananas was the Black Balloon of the evening. See my review from February for more on The Kills. It was almost the same show, except Mosshart is even thinner and more beautiful now and Hince regretfully eats beacon now.

Black Bananas on Drag City Records
Black Bananas on Amazon
Black Bananas official site

Feb 14, 2012

The Kills - Tenth Anniversary Show, NYC 2.11.12

Reviewed by Liz Maher for Stupefaction - thanks Liz!:

The Kills are an angst-ridden trans-Atlantic two-piece consisting of the unlocked-at-the-hips Jamie Hince and Alison Mosshart. They manage to exist as simultaneously retro and post-modern and are unclassifiably compared with post-punk, indie-blues and the all-encompassing garage rock genres while referencing the Velvet Underground, Captain Beefheart, the Nuggets anthology, Shirley Bassey and traditional American blues.

Hince stands out for his fifty year old Hagstrom and Hofner gits, minimal guitar rig and retro Boss guitar pedals while playing with both time and space through feedback loops, overdrive, fuzz, delays and rhythmic sound distortions. His sound, filtered through vintage Fender and divided by 13 Amps into Marshall stacks, has both texture and tone in abundance. Only Cream on Disraeli Gears had more. As with Y3, there is no bass so Hince plays top heavy chords through a mixer and sometimes channels ersatz drums though a beat box. Moss – no, that is Hince’s wife – hart is the cool girl everyone wants to be with a way too many cigarettes and tequilas voice and a dynamic stage presence that eschews blatant gender-stereotypes. Her unmistakably feminine presence elevates Mosshart beyond her more-commercial contemporaries. Together for 10 plus years, The Kills sound has evolved from a medley of alternately hypnotic and jolting hooks (No Wow, Alphabet Pony) to riff and tone driven melodies interrogated by detached and mournful lyrics. (Con't. after the jump)

Jul 2, 2011

Future Starts Slow

It certainly does...in honor of Jamie Hince & Kate Moss tying the knot yesterday, here's the Kills new single, "Future Starts Slow," from their latest & greatest, Blood Pressures.

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