"Tori Amos needs a shrink" and other observations
Posted: 2007-07-02 07:47am
Another day wasted on the meadow, at the best festival in the world, with expensive pizza and cheap beer.
- The Cold War Kids are about as interesting as watching plaster dry. If you think they're monotone and uninspired on CD, wait until you hear them live.
- Maximo Park in a small tent = great show. Bit hyperactive, but polished and very energetic.
- The Kooks were either jetlagged, doped up to their eyeballs or bored. The lead singer communicates through mumbling and I use the term "communicate" in the loosest sense. Seeing the screaming teenage fangirls on the big vidscreens was a nice bit of unintentional comedy.
- Interpol may look a weird, but they can do an entertaining show. The songs from their last CD were better than the new stuff.
- Incubus is fairly good, fairly fun and fairly forgettable. The most memorable part of their set was watching raindrops making pretty circles in my coffee. Well, actually it was Anna Molly, but that's because it's the only song they do that doesn't sound like it was written for an elevator soundtrack.
- Damien Rice is, in fact, some sort of robot. Halfway through the show his batteries ran out (and this is literal - he started slowing down, went into slow-mo, then just stopped) and when he was powered up again, he didn't boot properly and thought he was a rockstar of some sort. Also, the booze and cigarettes look silly. His slow numbers, like 9 Crimes and Coconut Skins, are still magical.
- Metallica and it's fandom are the reason God invented horrific car crashes. A two-hour show that made all the middle-aged metalheads all happy and nostalgic, but I was perfectly happy avoiding it like I would typhus.
- The Australian Pink Floyd Show, if you ignore the Aussie accents, is brilliant. I never saw a real PF concert and never will, I don't know their songs, but they had a wonderful, dreamy atmosphere. Superb craftsmanship.
- Tori Amos is completely, utterly, undeniably certifiable. She introduced herself, Ace Ventura-style, through her ass; she dry-humped her piano; her "songs" consisted of her spouting barely-intelligible teenage poetry while mashing the keyboard and holding her microphone stand like a bazooka; in short, what she really needs is a straightjacket and a good doctor. 'T was hilarious, though.
- Faithless did what it did every year: try to take over the crowd with reheated hits. Impressive as a display of demagogy, but not exactly gripping.
- The Cold War Kids are about as interesting as watching plaster dry. If you think they're monotone and uninspired on CD, wait until you hear them live.
- Maximo Park in a small tent = great show. Bit hyperactive, but polished and very energetic.
- The Kooks were either jetlagged, doped up to their eyeballs or bored. The lead singer communicates through mumbling and I use the term "communicate" in the loosest sense. Seeing the screaming teenage fangirls on the big vidscreens was a nice bit of unintentional comedy.
- Interpol may look a weird, but they can do an entertaining show. The songs from their last CD were better than the new stuff.
- Incubus is fairly good, fairly fun and fairly forgettable. The most memorable part of their set was watching raindrops making pretty circles in my coffee. Well, actually it was Anna Molly, but that's because it's the only song they do that doesn't sound like it was written for an elevator soundtrack.
- Damien Rice is, in fact, some sort of robot. Halfway through the show his batteries ran out (and this is literal - he started slowing down, went into slow-mo, then just stopped) and when he was powered up again, he didn't boot properly and thought he was a rockstar of some sort. Also, the booze and cigarettes look silly. His slow numbers, like 9 Crimes and Coconut Skins, are still magical.
- Metallica and it's fandom are the reason God invented horrific car crashes. A two-hour show that made all the middle-aged metalheads all happy and nostalgic, but I was perfectly happy avoiding it like I would typhus.
- The Australian Pink Floyd Show, if you ignore the Aussie accents, is brilliant. I never saw a real PF concert and never will, I don't know their songs, but they had a wonderful, dreamy atmosphere. Superb craftsmanship.
- Tori Amos is completely, utterly, undeniably certifiable. She introduced herself, Ace Ventura-style, through her ass; she dry-humped her piano; her "songs" consisted of her spouting barely-intelligible teenage poetry while mashing the keyboard and holding her microphone stand like a bazooka; in short, what she really needs is a straightjacket and a good doctor. 'T was hilarious, though.
- Faithless did what it did every year: try to take over the crowd with reheated hits. Impressive as a display of demagogy, but not exactly gripping.