This is the second Lyle and Scott event that crumble has blogged on now and would, contrariwise, like to congratulate them on a markedly better night than the previous one with Clock Opera. Not only do the headliners Summer Camp simply play better music than Clock Opera, but I also got two free drinks! Sadly, because my camera’s battery is worse than useless, there are no pictures or proof of me having attended the actual event. I could be lying, but I ask you to take my word for it.
The first band, Ice Black Birds, were pretty forgettable. A decent performance by a good band but a terribly boring sound in my most humble and unworthy opinion.
The second band of the night, however, were better. Boy Mandeville are a decent act. They play a kind of tropical guitar, afrobeat style as made popular by Vampire Weekend and they do it well. Highlights include the most nonchalant drummer I’ve ever seen, whom was practically shrugging off the beats and acquiescing to the rhythm rather than actively trying. A good performance by a good band that sadly lack originality and have many other very similar sounding bands around the might be better (see Fool’s Gold). Worth seeing live, but don’t go buying anything they’ve released.
The performance was drastically marred by the appearance of the most annoying revellers in perhaps the city, let alone XOYO. I was first alerted to the presence of this garbling group of losers because they appeared to be having fun. I was mistaken by my initial impression. It wasn’t fun. The reality of going out with probably colleagues and getting drunk and trying to get off with chicks you work with is not pretty. It’s desperate, lame, and awkward.
Wilder – Skyful of Rainbows
The next act, Wilder, were definitely a quality act. They look right, they sound good, everyone performed very well. They have a female drummer, which is +1 kudos, the keyboard player kept detaching himself from his instruments to bang on a big drum with two big drumsticks, which is always nice to see (+1 kudos), and the best thing about the whole performance was the lead singer’s facial expressions (+2 kudos) which gesticulated and overexaggerated every line of the song. Expressive. However, Wilder suffer from a similar affliction to Boy Mandeville in that they also have a done-to-death sound and, further, are about three years too late to get on the indie-electro boat to nowhere. Again, much better in their live performance than in their actual sound; I don’t expect them to gain much more success than someone like Hockey, and they won’t get to Late of the Pier standards.
It was probably during this band that one adult male from the crowd of hell-spawn started to stand out. He was so annoying I wanted to tear my eyes out and throw them at him. His arms kept going up in the air dancing away, hugging his mates, leering around and girating in the general direction of the nearest semi-attractive girl he knew. He was so annoying I had to leave the general area quick-sharp and go get another drink.
Summer Camp – Ghost Train
The final, headlining, band, Summer Camp, were excellent. They make very good music that’s relevant, original, and has hooks to die for. Their performance last night was also excellent. The female lead is great; attractive, wore a nice dress, can really sing, and engaged with the crowd. She asked us to all blow on each other at one point, it being really hot, and so we did. She even realised when she had said something that sounded a bit lame and quickly moved on with skillz. The band also screened an impressive amount of vintage photos onto the back wall which complimented their consumate image as seen in previous video/song posts earlier this week. They were so good my +1 even bought the EP, Young, which is really quite good. The only, and this is minor, criticism, is that they opened with their best song, Round the Moon, but that’s it.
I tried very hard not to let the interloping group of groundlings spoil my enjoyment of this band. However, one highlight was a girl giving the most-annoying-guy-in-the-world the middle finger when he tried to talk to her or something. Just desserts for dancing around like it was a trance concert in the 90s.
A good gig with great music, tarnished only by some rather annoying members of the public.
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