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= Cult of Ray =
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 Posted - 06/03/2004 : 03:37:08
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Apparently Jonathan Ross was there - we should all be humbled.
http://www.nme.com/news/108701.htm
 Join the cult of mini-pixies and you'll be really tiny and pixellated
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Peter Walker
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 03:49:20
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I'll vouch for that; him and his missus (and her hair) were not too far in front of us.
Kudos to him for braving the hothouse atmosphere of the Academy while so extensively clothed. |
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Sprite
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 03:57:42
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Peter Walker
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jo
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 04:15:10
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haha, I like this from the NME article
"although bizarrely 'Where Is My Mind?', recently voted the best Pixies song by readers of NME.COM, was omitted."
yes, truly bizarre. I mean, god. Like, would the PIxies really make their setlist out of the songs people voted for, or what they want to play?
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hibster
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 04:35:54
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Originally posted by Peter Walker
I'll vouch for that; him and his missus (and her hair) were not too far in front of us.
Kudos to him for braving the hothouse atmosphere of the Academy while so extensively clothed.
only he would ewear a white (cream?) suit to a gig!
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hibster
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 04:37:48
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review says touts were thin on the ground - saw plenty of them at the tube station...
this is why events unerve me |
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All_over_the_world
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 05:30:15
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Here's the Independent's one. Fucking ponces, it was the best show ever.
http://enjoyment.independent.co.uk/music/reviews/story.jsp?story=527710
Oh, and Caribou and Debaser were the best. And the only thing that disappointed me was the way Frank said "The joke has come upon me." He should have screamed it or something. But Winterlong was a brilliant opener. |
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MiscellaneousFiles
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 05:37:49
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Originally posted by All_over_the_world
Here's the Independent's one. Fucking ponces, it was the best show ever.
Yes, we all liked "Ways of Mutilation"...
Would it be that hard to do some elementary research? |
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hibster
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 06:26:25
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would hardly say that joey & kim have barely altered either!
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Sprite
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 07:56:04
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Guardian (boo! hiss!) ;-) have a review up now. Positive, too.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/reviews/story/0,11712,1230330,00.html
Maybe I am going mad with excitement because I'll be at tonight's show but I was full sure when I looked at the Guardian website this morning it only gave them 3 stars. But now its a max five stars!
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Peter Walker
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 08:59:58
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| It was 3, you weren't imagining it. I remember thinking at the time it was odd, considering how positive the review was. |
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Steak n Sabre
* Dog in the Sand *
Uzbekistan
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Posted - 06/03/2004 : 09:09:18
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I can't wait for the day when these "journalists" begin their reviews with a description of what they themselves look like, and what Cobain thought about them....
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the thing
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
313 Posts |
Posted - 06/04/2004 : 01:47:41
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"despite singer Frank Black's claim that the band has reformed "for the money", he has clearly not spent the past decade starving"
Sorry - I just line
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Bluish Black
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Posted - 06/06/2004 : 04:53:44
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Here is a pretty cool review from the Telegraph.
Heroes return in triumph
(Filed: 04/06/2004)
Andrew Perry reviews Pixies at the Brixton Academy
It was the hottest ticket in recent memory. Pixies' first gig on British soil in more than 12 years sold out in a few minutes, as did three further Academy shows.
Advance publicity pegged them as the world's most influential rock band, the often cited "quiet then loud" structures of their songs faithfully remembered as Kurt Cobain's inspiration in writing Smells Like Teen Spirit, and from that point forwards as the rubric for pretty much all rock of a leftfield persuasion.
The excitement in the room was palpable. As the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds aired over the PA, the conclusion of each track was greeted with a massive anticipatory roar from the crowd.
When the lights dimmed, the mundanely-dressed quartet, led by Charles Thompson, aka Frank Black, stood on stage for what must've been a minute, not so much lapping up the adulation, as uncertain how to proceed, since its deafening vehemence made playing music impossible.
Eventually, these much-fêted tunesmiths struck up, with brilliant perversity, a cover version. Their sugar-sweet reading of Neil Young's Winterlong, sung by Thompson and bassist Kim Deal in exquisite boy/girl harmony was a fitting symbol of reconciliation between these two, whose rivalry caused the band's demise.
The furious Latin thrum of Nimrod's Son was then greeted, like every successive selection, ecstatically - a roll of the eyes to the ceiling, then a frenzy of pogoing.
The sparse stage was a reminder of how severely Pixies cut against the crass gestures and inflatable props of '80s stadium culture, whose implication was that music in itself wasn't enough. Here on home turf (originally from Boston, the band enjoyed most success in Britain), they were eager to explore their more experimental leanings. During Vamos, guitarist Joey Santiago placed his feeding-back instrument on a stand and turned to drummer Dave Lovering, who lobbed him a drumstick with which to attack his six-string.
"Quiet-loud" seemed a fatuous over-simplification of the dynamics that tore through the heart of every song they played. On Dead, supercharged weirdness ("Uriah hit the crapper!") gave way to a joyous chorus effectively sung by Santiago's surf-guitar. They played with ferocious commitment. Monkey Gone to Heaven was beautiful, chilling, Bone Machine feral, yet laugh-aloud funny.
During Debaser, Santiago's amps hummed terrifyingly, as if the whole system was about to explode amid Pixies' mighty power surge.
For 75 minutes, Pixies were, once again, on fire. This was surely the reunion against which all others must be judged.
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fumanbru
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Posted - 06/06/2004 : 07:02:07
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i believe you need to be a member to access the times review. that would be fantastic if someone could cut and paste the review.
"I joined the Cult of Frank/ and I got a free t-shirt with this dude on it." |
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Peter Walker
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Posted - 06/06/2004 : 07:33:36
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Originally posted by fumanbru
i believe you need to be a member to access the times review. that would be fantastic if someone could cut and paste the review.
"I joined the Cult of Frank/ and I got a free t-shirt with this dude on it."
Apologies; I'd forgotten I was signed up!
Anyway....
Pixies
By David Sinclair
Pop
Brixton Academy
*****
PIXIES had long since left the stage after a three-song encore. The house lights were on. The drum kit was covered over with a black sheet and there was soothing music playing on the PA. And still the audience stood shouting for more. They didn’t get it, of course. For if ever a group adhered to the maxim of “Treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen” it is Pixies.
Playing their first gig on British soil since they split up in 1993, the band from Boston put on a show that was not only musically spellbinding but executed with a ruthless display of self-contained authority. Barely a word was spoken to the audience from start to finish. And there was little in the way of grandstanding heroics.
True, there was the sequence during Vamos, where Joey Santiago carefully placed his shrieking guitar on a stand and then thwacked the strings with a drum stick thrown to him from the other side of the stage by drummer David Lovering. But no one could accuse the singer and guitarist Frank Black or singer and bass player Kim Deal of overegging the pudding when it came to their stage presentation.
Both dressed in black and built more like a pair of oxen than pixies, they performed with little ostensible reference to each other and no unnecessary movement or sentiment of any kind.
So what did the four musicians do to make this show so special? Simple.
They played a set of superlative rock songs with unwavering conviction, and they did it brilliantly. They began, perversely, with their version of Neil Young’s Winterlong, the gentlest song of the set. Black strummed an acoustic guitar and sang in sweet harmony with Deal. Next moment they were into the jaunty, punk-rock strut of Nimrod’s Son, followed by the equally infectious and tuneful Holiday Song.
They hammered through 25 numbers or more in little more than an hour and a quarter, each of them offering a fresh twist on a guitar-group formula that has shaped the musical landscape.
Indeed it sounded so fresh and immediate that you would hardly have thought this was a greatest-hits set by a band ressurrected from the 1980s. Black’s macabre lyrics to songs such as Gouge Away and Debaser, sung in a voice that could turn in an instant from a college kid’s whine to a blood-curdling shriek, were echoed by the voices of a crowd most of whom were plainly too young to have seen the band first time around.
The group may have returned primarily to earn some cash. But a few more performances like this and they will be able to walk away with the Crown Jewels.
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