I love them
Hollis. I feel that I don’t see them enough. Must rectify that.
Decius last night.
So good.
But the crowd was rubbish, and it spoiled the show for me. Maybe this should go in the knobheads at gigs thread.
There was so much drunken coke chatter in the room that it could be heard just under the music. And the music wasn’t not-loud.
Doors at 10:00 and the band on at 1:00 so everyone had apparently preloaded before coming to the venue. No one at all (or very few) were on one.
People lurching about in that drunken way with no awareness or consideration for the people around them, and shouting to be heard over the music. Not dancing, just kinda blurbing about like they were in the pub. And then they played their “hit record” and the middle of the floor began a lacklustre synchronised bounce, until they lost enthusiasm and went back to blurbing.
They didn't seem to be interested in or familiar with proper dance protocols. The venue emptied after the show, despite there being DJs on for another 2 hours. They were there for the gig, not the club experience with added live show.
A friend posted a clip on Facebook this morning titled “I’ve just realised how bored I am”, taken in the crowd at a club in Brighton last night. Same scenes, no one dancing properly, just kinda lounging in an upright position, and the chatting. Dance on the dance floor ffs and go to the back and sides to chat ffs.
Last night it was actually less chatty at the back and sides, where people like me had retreated from the chatty dance floor to listen and fall under the spell of the music.
Also, had my pocket pilfered. No personal belongings but my entire stash, and I’d just re-upped on the way to the venue, so it was a nice lift for the culprit and an expensive loss for me.
Chatting with folks (before and after the show ffs not during) , all those I spoke with were there because Lias. Several I spoke with said stupid shit like “Oh yeah, I’ve seen them loads of times” and it turned out they were referring to the Fat White Family, not Decius or Paranoid London; or “I didn’t know it was gonna be a dance night”.
Lias was, as ever, magnetic and alluring. This time he was wearing a shiny black jumpsuit with elaborate strategic zippers (with the ubiquitous ugly broken down sneakers… sort it out Lias ffs it breaks the illusion) and apparently it wasn’t breathable because he had literal rivulets of sweat running down his face and dripping from his chin, nose, shaken out of his hair. At one point he was down on all fours, head resting on his forearms, heaving for breath. He did look especially gimpy down there like that…. Then he was up and at it again, posing and extending his entire body, so he looked like a taut bowstring.
Music was a cogent, coherent flow of beautifully constructed sound that ran through the rapids and around the smooth bend without any hitches, just carrying me along in a heady tumbling immersed state. Which kept getting interrupted by the blurbing and the chatting.
I’ve yet to hit the sweet spot with this band: at Corsica the sound was rubbish but the crowd was excellent, the other way around last night. At Glastonbury they were great but Lias was lost in a fug of vomiting between vocals somewhere on the dance floor. I’ll be sure to see them at Fabric next year: hopefully the sound, the crowd and the band will all be in harmony then.