Explosions in the Sky - Live at Camden Koko
March 2nd 2007 13:40
This time, PM resolutely avoids financial despair by not buying any drinks whatsoever. It helps me not drink too much, and if it brings the Koko down a little bit in terms of the acts it can afford, then that's no bad thing either. Tonight is an excellent example of that.
Let's get the beef of the issue out of the way. The Koko is far too big a venue for this band. That is not to say they don't deserve the enhanced levels of attention they've been given overf the least few months. No no. But this venue and, more pertinently, its clientele, are all out of goose. This is music to be listened to, not talked over, not over-indulged in to impress your mates and certainly, certainly not to throw cups of beer around to. Yet all of these things happen.
Can't people just enjoy their music quietly? Particularly with a band such as EITS. The joy of their music is in the triumphant contrasts between whispers and shouts, so how can anyone be expected to enjoy them when a stoned fifteen year old whimpers on the floor in front of you and a pissed girl tries to jump on your back? It's not possible.
The worst is yet to come, however. PM hates to sound like a motionless, emotionless post-rock-loving kill-joy, but you should never jump on sage and interfere with instrumentalists in a band like this, where a wrong note destroys the atmosphere. But some cunt does, thankfully bundled away by security. The damage was done, though, and after a nippy guitar exchange order is sort of restored - save for the semitone clash of the out-of-tune replacement guitar. Well ruined, sir.
The band, however, are utterly great all night. But we knew that would be the case. So what's the point of writing this review? Well, it's to simply say "FUCK YOU, CAMDEN AUDIENCE!"
Let's get the beef of the issue out of the way. The Koko is far too big a venue for this band. That is not to say they don't deserve the enhanced levels of attention they've been given overf the least few months. No no. But this venue and, more pertinently, its clientele, are all out of goose. This is music to be listened to, not talked over, not over-indulged in to impress your mates and certainly, certainly not to throw cups of beer around to. Yet all of these things happen.
Can't people just enjoy their music quietly? Particularly with a band such as EITS. The joy of their music is in the triumphant contrasts between whispers and shouts, so how can anyone be expected to enjoy them when a stoned fifteen year old whimpers on the floor in front of you and a pissed girl tries to jump on your back? It's not possible.
The worst is yet to come, however. PM hates to sound like a motionless, emotionless post-rock-loving kill-joy, but you should never jump on sage and interfere with instrumentalists in a band like this, where a wrong note destroys the atmosphere. But some cunt does, thankfully bundled away by security. The damage was done, though, and after a nippy guitar exchange order is sort of restored - save for the semitone clash of the out-of-tune replacement guitar. Well ruined, sir.
The band, however, are utterly great all night. But we knew that would be the case. So what's the point of writing this review? Well, it's to simply say "FUCK YOU, CAMDEN AUDIENCE!"
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