As a band whose music is known to be characterised by melancholic themes and introverted lyrics, they carry themselves with much confidence on stage. Perhaps it was because tonight would be the last headline show of the tour, but Cox was in an uncharacteristically talkative mood, abruptly shifting from random nonsensical observations to even more incoherent monologues with the audience, at a point even leaving a voice message for his family back in Atlanta as the band watched on, waiting for their cue to start playing again.
Their live set varied dramatically from rock jams to delicate harmonies. Their bass notes would reverberate with such intensity, aided by the tightness of the Hifi, which ensured the sound didn’t drift away – Cox at a point even joking about amplifiers not being loud enough in Australia, insisting there wasn’t a ’12’ switch. Their 15-song set spanned their entire discography to this year’s Monomania, which more than sufficiently lived up to the expectations following their 2010 opus, Halcyon Digest. Whilst a change in direction, these s0ngs translated well in a live setting with Sleepwalking, Back to the Middle and the title track, being well received by the audience. But even above the infectious music, it is the uninhibited enigma which is Bradford Cox which makes watching Deerhunter perform such a memorable experience.
Rainwater Cassette Exchange
Nothing Ever Happened
Back to the Middle
Anything new from sigur ros incites so much excitement for me. and this time it was no different. I was intrigued by brennisteinn (or brimstone in english) from when I first heard it late last year on their valtari tour. the heavy drums, and the return of the bowed guitar, in sharp contrast with jonsi’s celestial falsetto. The music video is just as astonishing. an metaphor for industrialism, the toxic yellow carving its relentless path of destruction through the darkness.
Kveikur is released on June 18. can’t wait.
Blood For Poppies
Why Do You Love Me
I Think I’m Paranoid
I Hate Love
The Trick is to Keep Breathing
Man on a Wire
Cup of Coffee
Only Happy When it Rains
Automatic System Habit
When I Grow Up
You Look So Fine
In what I felt was an arguably different vein from the rest of the bill, A Perfect Circle was probably the reason I went to Soundwave festival.
Most of the crowd at the front of the pit appeared to be staking out for a good spot to see Metallica a couple of hours later and seemed disappointed that their music was less mosh-able, in relative terms compared to Stone Sour who was last on this stage.
Perhaps it was the crowd not being used to having the lead singer stand towards the back of the stage, almost removing any engagement with the audience. But having seen Maynard perform before, I knew what to expect, and seeing A Perfect Circle for the first time, I couldn’t care less. They were musically sound, and held their own as a headline act in the massive ANZ stadium despite a less than enthusiastic audience.
Weak and Powerless
Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums
By and Down
When the Levee Breaks
– the oh sees frenetic high BPM set, guitars strapped high up on their chests.
– swans, the heat build-up in stage 1 only intensifying the slowness and loudness of the battering ram they created on stage
– the drones covering kev carmody’s river of tears
– pere ubu’s brilliantly quirky resurrection of theatrical blues influenced garage-rock
– einsturzende neubauten, their crushing bassline notes, Blixa’s resonant voice and their use of custom built scrap metal instruments
my bloody valentine:
dan kelly dream band: