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Divine Visions and Hammers
Apr. 17th, 2008 08:44 amThe new Breeders' album, Mountain Battles, is very good. What's even better? Seeing them play live (they play Koko again tonight, in case you want to catch them.) The last time I saw them was a few years ago, in a venue in Blackheath where the smoking ban was already in place (which didn't stop the sisters lighting up on stage and smiling like teenagers at the nicottine-craving audience.) I ran into ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kirsten2 and yaruar that night; it was the first time they met the actor who plays my boyfriend Kevin. Last night, The Breeders' spirit was as sprite-ish as ever - with a constant stream of jokes between the girls and the occasional banter with the audience - but they were this time around more determined to play their short, but sweet, set through the new album (with the obvious classic tracks from Last Splash thrown in for good measure).
As "Cannonball" reared its head, and the house broke into one massive pogoing, it dawned on me that it is the best song of the 90s. It's perfectly recognizable to anyone who remembers the decade, and yet hasn't been desecrated by appearances in shitty TV shows like The OC or car advertisement (please don't prove me wrong.) Everyone in their right mind wants to be the bong in a reggae song.
Legend says that the sisters still live in Dayton, Ohio (where they were raised) and are so laid back that you'll bump into them at many local house parties. Judging by the way they strut on stage as if they were the roadies, and not the band itself, I believe this legend wholeheartedly. What I also believe is that the world needs more girls like the Deals, and more lack of pretention, in general, when it comes to rocking out on stage. Can't you just see them in a 24-hour diner after the gig, having a coffee? What you can't see - and thank God for that - is a journalist from Heat magazine wishing to interview them.
On the way to the gig, I was fantasising in the tube about running into Rachel Stevenson, from the band Fosca. She'd be together with Dickon Edwards, the band's singer, whom she'd introduce to me after I said hello and complained that "In-Joke for One" has been stuck in my head for the past week. I then forgot this fantasy when I had to switch to the Northern Line train heading towards Mornington Crescent. When the train stopped at King's Cross, and the doors opened, who do I see standing there? Dickon Edwards! He was looking slightly pensive, hand tapping the side of his face (maybe wondering how long before his own train came.) He never looked at me. I had this brief urge to shout something like: "In-Joke for One! Love it!" but then I stopped myself; it would have made him, as well as the people in my carriage, think I was a complete nutter. The train doors slid shut and off I went to the gig, slightly mystified.
kirsten2 and yaruar that night; it was the first time they met the actor who plays my boyfriend Kevin. Last night, The Breeders' spirit was as sprite-ish as ever - with a constant stream of jokes between the girls and the occasional banter with the audience - but they were this time around more determined to play their short, but sweet, set through the new album (with the obvious classic tracks from Last Splash thrown in for good measure).As "Cannonball" reared its head, and the house broke into one massive pogoing, it dawned on me that it is the best song of the 90s. It's perfectly recognizable to anyone who remembers the decade, and yet hasn't been desecrated by appearances in shitty TV shows like The OC or car advertisement (please don't prove me wrong.) Everyone in their right mind wants to be the bong in a reggae song.
Legend says that the sisters still live in Dayton, Ohio (where they were raised) and are so laid back that you'll bump into them at many local house parties. Judging by the way they strut on stage as if they were the roadies, and not the band itself, I believe this legend wholeheartedly. What I also believe is that the world needs more girls like the Deals, and more lack of pretention, in general, when it comes to rocking out on stage. Can't you just see them in a 24-hour diner after the gig, having a coffee? What you can't see - and thank God for that - is a journalist from Heat magazine wishing to interview them.
On the way to the gig, I was fantasising in the tube about running into Rachel Stevenson, from the band Fosca. She'd be together with Dickon Edwards, the band's singer, whom she'd introduce to me after I said hello and complained that "In-Joke for One" has been stuck in my head for the past week. I then forgot this fantasy when I had to switch to the Northern Line train heading towards Mornington Crescent. When the train stopped at King's Cross, and the doors opened, who do I see standing there? Dickon Edwards! He was looking slightly pensive, hand tapping the side of his face (maybe wondering how long before his own train came.) He never looked at me. I had this brief urge to shout something like: "In-Joke for One! Love it!" but then I stopped myself; it would have made him, as well as the people in my carriage, think I was a complete nutter. The train doors slid shut and off I went to the gig, slightly mystified.
Other people at the gig: As Bad As a Smile, The Backyard, The Daily Growl, Gary Likes Music, The Onion Field, Rahim Live, Mark Farley and The London Paper
Stuff on YouTube: Overglazed and Cannonball
One photo: Kim Deal
