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Ten Percenter
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 04:07:14
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Apologies if this has already been posted, another very positive review by Kitty Empire:
It is usually advisable to avoid reunions, but the Pixies' first British gig for more than 10 years triumphantly destroyed that notion
Kitty Empire Sunday June 6, 2004 The Observer
The Pixies Brixton Academy, London SW9 Before the Pixies have even plucked out a bass line or screamed a note, the cheers welcoming them out of history and into the present reach a deafening pitch. A pink wheat field of raised arms greets singer Black Francis (born Charles Thompson), bassist Kim Deal, guitarist Joey Santiago and drummer Dave Lovering as they file on to a London stage for the first time in more than a decade. Only Deal has much hair left.
Lovering, now a stage magician, takes pictures of the crowd. You can almost believe that the love his band unleashes tonight will appear in the shots as a visible paranormal blur when they are developed.
Twenty minutes after the end of the encore, with the house lights up and roadies throwing covers on to the drumkit, a third of the audience still refuses to budge, howling and clapping for more.
If ever a band were justified in reforming, it is the Pixies. They are substantially more popular now than they were in their prime, selling out four nights at Brixton Academy in minutes, and undertaking similar victory marches around the US and Europe. Significantly, the crowd tonight is not made up exclusively of teary- eyed thirtysomethings missing Hell's Kitchen for a nostalgic mosh to 'Gigantic'.
The Pixies' celebrants include mohicaned punks vomiting in corners and teenagers curious to see if they live up to all the fuss. For all this, the Pixies are still a marvellously contrary group: Black Francis chose Minneapolis over LA or New York as the venue for the band's first comeback gig in mid-April. They have refused all interview requests.
The Pixies' memory has survived uncommonly well, thanks in part to the enduring influence of Nirvana. Kurt Cobain openly acknowledged his band's debt to the Pixies, which lay most obviously in the contrast of quiet verses and loud choruses. But where Nirvana went on to hit paydirt with the formula, the Pixies missed out on the financial rewards reaped by many lesser bands when the US underground went overground in the Nineties.
Francis has openly admitted they agreed to reform for the money. But few would begrudge the Pixies this payday: if ever a band deserved a late nest egg in recognition of their excellence, it is this unlikely Boston foursome. They left behind a body of work as unnerving and compelling as it is tuneful and justly revered.
They revisit a great deal of it tonight, at the blood-quickening speed of 23 tracks per hour. It's always exciting when bands don't stop between songs (the White Stripes are probably the best current exponents of the art). When it's a band of advancing years whose musical telepathy has been eroded by a full decade of resentment, segueing one song into the next, as the Pixies do for much of their set, is an especially impressive feat.
They begin with a cover of Neil Young's 'Winterlong'. Touchingly, it unites the voices of Francis and Deal, the Pixies who have travelled furthest in burying their differences. Deal emerged from under his wing to become a brilliant songwriter in her own right, and her success with her own band, the Breeders, contributed in no small part to the Pixies' demise.
The crazed gallop of 'Nimrod's Son' quickly overtakes 'Winterlong', mutating seamlessly into 'The Holiday Song' before resolving into 'Here Comes Your Man' and so on. It's head-spinning stuff, not least because the Pixies still sound genuinely fearsome. It's a massive relief to hear that they are not a band content merely to churn out some old songs as a means to a pay cheque.
The band's breadth is still staggering, too. One minute, Francis is in 'Nimrod' mode, taunting: 'You are the son of a motherfucker! You are the son of incestuous union!'; the next, he and Deal are crooning together the deceptively sweet chorus to 'Here Comes Your Man', one of the band's most accessible singles.
Throughout their hour-long set and three-song encore, the Pixies continue to alternate between giddy pop heights and more feverish missives. Heroically, they concentrate on their first three records, where Francis's disturbed lyrical imagination and his band's restless musicianship were at their peak.
The highlights come when the Pixies unload some of their most deranged baggage. 'Vamos' sounds enduringly manic: beginning with gabbled nonsense Spanish and climaxing in a guitar solo (of sorts) where Joey Santiago, the band's unsung guitar hero, plays his effects pedals in an intoxicating display of dissonance. 'Gouge Away' is enduringly nasty, with Santiago's cranking guitar and Francis's bedevilled screams emphasising the Pixies' dark side.
The awesome punk screech of 'Something Against You' makes plain the band's debt to the malevolence of hardcore. 'Cactus' sounds even more unhealthy now than it did in 1988, when Francis first sang: 'Bloody your hands on a cactus tree/ Wipe it on your dress and send it to me' in a lust-weakened yelp.
The crowd-pleasers are no less welcome, though. 'Monkey Gone to Heaven', a melancholic lullaby of a tune, still inspires hand signals. 'If man is five, then the devil is six, then God is seven,' notes Francis: most of the moshpit hold up the correct number of fingers. We get 'Wave of Mutilation' at both its speeds, and a perfect version of the Pixies' theme tune, 'Debaser'. If anything, Deal's totemic song, 'Gigantic', comes as a something of an anticlimax in the encore: that is to say, only half of the audience members are bouncing around ecstatically.
Reunions are so often a travesty motivated by cynicism and fuelled by nostalgia. I refused on principle to see the re-formed Velvet Underground and the reunited Sex Pistols. But the Pixies' might is undiminished - by age, girth, time or dishonesty.
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 08:32:42
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great review.
pretty much sums up my feelings of the night....
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the thing
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 09:15:25
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That is probably the best review I've read so far of the Brixton stuff certainly.
Benji - put http:// before the www in your sig and you should get cartman back...
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Ziggy
* Dog in the Sand *
United Kingdom
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 09:20:18
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There was a pretty good photo accompanying the piece too.
"Me and the chickens running in the street" |
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jo
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 09:52:34
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hmm "Significantly, the crowd tonight is not made up exclusively of teary- eyed thirtysomethings missing Hell's Kitchen for a nostalgic mosh to 'Gigantic'."
nope, that was me on Thursday. I can't deny it. |
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benji
> Teenager of the Year <
New Zealand
3426 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2004 : 10:25:11
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oh dear Jo, Hell's Kitchen.... i took you more as a big brother kind of gal.....
but yeah, a very insitefull review and obviously written by a true fan - but still the obligatory nirvana reference.
and cheers, thing....an idiot i am.
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Cheeseman1000
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Iceland
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 10:30:12
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quote: Originally posted by jo
hmm "Significantly, the crowd tonight is not made up exclusively of teary- eyed thirtysomethings missing Hell's Kitchen for a nostalgic mosh to 'Gigantic'."
nope, that was me on Thursday. I can't deny it.
I thought you were the mohicaned punk vomiting in the corner...
"It's a far cry from small boys in the park, jumpers for goalposts. Isn't it? Mmmmm. Marvellous." |
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Stuart
- The Clopser -
China
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Posted - 06/08/2004 : 17:55:22
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Man, the reunion has been a long time coming.... I was against it about a year ago, but now I really want them to stay together and release a new album... they were so fucking good on 3rd June!
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jo
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
516 Posts |
Posted - 06/08/2004 : 23:57:02
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quote: Originally posted by benji
oh dear Jo, Hell's Kitchen.... i took you more as a big brother kind of gal.....
god no!! Not unless it's N list celebs, then it's funny...
ha, thanks cheeseman :) I have a full head of purpley hair actually :) |
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