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digitaldisciplineIn the "things I can check off the lifetime list," we went to see Front 242 over the weekend.
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donwaughesq My observation, that the two main singers looked like the male aliens from "Dude, Where's My Car?" got a much more lukewarm response. ;-)
I think I knew three or four of the songs (they opened with "Modern Angels," which rocked rather a lot, had "Hey, Poor!" (I know that's not the title, and I'm too big a cretin to look it up) in the late middle somewhere, and closed with "Headhunter," which was delightfully crunchy and energized.
Up to that point, it was pretty enjoyable. Good to see a few folks, the second opening band (Grey Area) was all over the fucking place stylistically (one song sounded like Pink Floyd, the next like Bob Marley, all of them ground through Sister Machine Gun or Project Pitchfork or Informatik), and their lead singer was a drunk fratboy who really wants to be Henry Rollins if he grows up - all in all, they looked to be enjoying themselves, even if half of them looked too young to buy beer.
Beginning with "Headhunter," and then getting progressively more acute through the two encores, the sound at the venue got louder and louder and LOUDER, to the point where, at the end, even with my fingers in my ears, I couldn't make out a fucking word the guy on stage was saying (judging by his gestures, he was introducing the other members of the group). In talking things over with folks in the know, we can't figure out why the sound quality moved into the realm of audio assault towards the end of the night. Unliketheonebob, I didn't mind the lighting effects too much - I tend to not watch the band members explicitly anyway, and for the most part, this was a drummer I couldn't see, a keyboardist who looked like morval, and two guys stomping and gesturing.
Perhaps coincidentally, I wasn't listening to a CD or NPR on my morning commute, and the guys on 97.1 were talking about the subject of their station providing (presumably branded) earplugs at concerts. I think there are earplugs floating around our house, and, in retrospect, bringing them probably wouldn't have been a bad idea.
"They're not gay; they're Belgian." -
donwaughesq My observation, that the two main singers looked like the male aliens from "Dude, Where's My Car?" got a much more lukewarm response. ;-)I think I knew three or four of the songs (they opened with "Modern Angels," which rocked rather a lot, had "Hey, Poor!" (I know that's not the title, and I'm too big a cretin to look it up) in the late middle somewhere, and closed with "Headhunter," which was delightfully crunchy and energized.
Up to that point, it was pretty enjoyable. Good to see a few folks, the second opening band (Grey Area) was all over the fucking place stylistically (one song sounded like Pink Floyd, the next like Bob Marley, all of them ground through Sister Machine Gun or Project Pitchfork or Informatik), and their lead singer was a drunk fratboy who really wants to be Henry Rollins if he grows up - all in all, they looked to be enjoying themselves, even if half of them looked too young to buy beer.
Beginning with "Headhunter," and then getting progressively more acute through the two encores, the sound at the venue got louder and louder and LOUDER, to the point where, at the end, even with my fingers in my ears, I couldn't make out a fucking word the guy on stage was saying (judging by his gestures, he was introducing the other members of the group). In talking things over with folks in the know, we can't figure out why the sound quality moved into the realm of audio assault towards the end of the night. Unlike
theonebob, I didn't mind the lighting effects too much - I tend to not watch the band members explicitly anyway, and for the most part, this was a drummer I couldn't see, a keyboardist who looked like morval, and two guys stomping and gesturing.Perhaps coincidentally, I wasn't listening to a CD or NPR on my morning commute, and the guys on 97.1 were talking about the subject of their station providing (presumably branded) earplugs at concerts. I think there are earplugs floating around our house, and, in retrospect, bringing them probably wouldn't have been a bad idea.
