Photos: Alean Penaflor
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
With support act Parades warming up those awaiting the arrival of the headliners, I couldn't help but revel in the fact that their music was the type you'd have as a movie soundtrack to something like a Sofia Coppola film(If Phoenix wasn't so involved), and I don't mean that in a bad way at all. They're heavily instrumental with minimal lyrics, and it works. Actually I don't know so much about the Sofia Coppola thing anymore, her soundscores are often more twinkling and whimsical whilst Parades has a bit more...oopmh.
The end of their set saw a half an hour break, comprising of dj tunes that suited more of a seedy nightclub (which is a shame because before the support act they were playing bands such as Clap Your Hands Say Yeah). Finally...Admittingly, Ben the drummer is quite amusing to watch. Despite not being a part of the band's legitimate lineup, you can't help but jump up abit higher with him bouncing around behind the kit. Unfortunately, because of the almost red-cordial induced hyperactivity, I couldn't get a photo of him without it being blurred. A frantic frenzy swept throughout the gathered mass as beloved 'Something Good Can Work' broke through the speakers, whilst the heartfelt acapella version of 'What You Know' had the crowd bellowing the words back to lead Alex as he held the stage solo, up untill the rest of the band kicked in with the original tune. If anything's a certain, it's that Alex can sing. There's often a doubt that the voice on a recording is autotuned and polished, only to leave audiences disappointed when the flaws are heard at a live show. Alex proved this wrong however, as his voice was nothing but melodious and spot on.
The band graced us with 'Come Back Home' and 'I Can Talk' for their encore. My God, shit got crazy when they played 'I Can Talk' as their final ode to Melbourne. As the opening line goes by 'Uh oh, uh uh oh' ,was more than adequate. They were in big trouble, for having to leave us.
But as all good things go, everything must come to an end. Like a tasty Grill'd burger, there's that last morsel that we try to savour, in a desperate attempt of clinging onto what is left, and by that I mean I fought for the last setlist that once belonged to the crew.