Sunday, May 14, 2006

Things get Pretty Dirty in the Astoria!

I loved the dirty pretty Libertines.
So I'm desperately trying to keep my expectations low for Carl Barats all new fetchingly filthy ensemble:




They come on stage to the adoring frenzied screams of the indie kids (in their uniforms of breton stripes and pork pie hats), and launch straight into ‘Deadwood’. Barat’s vocals are angry and harsh, and only occasionally slurred. Oh, he's taking this quite seriously isn't he, there’s no chit-chat, he just says thank you and introduces the next song. And fair do’s to the chap, he doesn’t even flinch when he gets a half pint of water flung at his face during ‘France’.

If Barat is a man on a mission, then the rest of the Dirty Things are there to have a bloody good time, (and I bet they can’t believe their luck!). Rossomando flings himself all over the stage, bouncing about with a tiggerish enthusiasm, while Gary is completely blissed out, drumming like a sweaty demon. Didz just looks grubby.

‘Gin and Milk’ and ‘You f**king love it’ are big chunky monkey anthems in waiting, while ‘B.U.R.M.A.’ has Fringey weak at the knees. But the biggest scream of the night is for ‘Death on the Stairs’. Its unfortunate that other songs from ‘Waterloo to Anywhere’ kinda blend into each other, in a big sub-libertines-soup. (a b-side broth if you will*) But they’re getting there, and the better tunes are songs you will fall in love with.

Finally, in true indie boy band stylee – they all get their tops off for a sweaty ‘I Get Along’ at the end.

(*I am the KING of alliteration.)

1 Comments:

At 10:24 pm, Blogger FRINGEY said...

I f*cking love it (bo dum dum tish) -spot on lady.

Lx

 

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