NME Indie Rave Tour @ Barrowlands
The crowd may have looked up the word online and dressed accordingly - the overwhelming innocence and acceptance captures the ethos perfectly.
| 12 Mar 2007
Greasy schoolboys stumble and swathe about the NME Indie Rave. Age means that many have the smacked-out physique to go with their drainpipes, while some struggle with puppy fat and skinny jeans. Overhead is a halo of multi-coloured glow chains, the cheap and cheerful version of those sticks of 90s rave infamy.
At the sharp end of this 'new rave' movement are the New Young Pony Club (2/5) whose strutting, shape throwing live show sums up the concept - meaning that they've got lots of bass but sound better on the radio.
The Sunshine Underground (3/5) on the other hand are old hacks at the live bit and their funkified sounds get the place into the right zone.
When CSS (4/5) arrive, showgirl Lovefoxxx takes the crowd even higher by giving them exactly what they want. "I just love sex!" she shrieks to the writhing bodies before stamping their set with 'Let's Make Love and Listen to Death From Above.' It's a beast of a tune that has the Barrowlands bouncing by the time the clock strikes Klaxons.
Vertical lighting rigs dot the stage and the pounding rock 'n' roll is infectious. The dark and threatening overtones really do belong in an illegal warehouse. The uplifting melodies of Golden Skans are enchanting, however it signals the fade out for the night. The Klaxons' (4/5) energy is dissipated during their more gentle pop songs, though they demonstrate their versatility and in some ways even justify the 'rave' moniker. While the crowd may have wikipedia'd 'Ultrasonic' and dressed accordingly, the overwhelming innocence and acceptance captures the ethos perfectly. A genuinely gratifying event. [Graham Park]
At the sharp end of this 'new rave' movement are the New Young Pony Club (2/5) whose strutting, shape throwing live show sums up the concept - meaning that they've got lots of bass but sound better on the radio.
The Sunshine Underground (3/5) on the other hand are old hacks at the live bit and their funkified sounds get the place into the right zone.
When CSS (4/5) arrive, showgirl Lovefoxxx takes the crowd even higher by giving them exactly what they want. "I just love sex!" she shrieks to the writhing bodies before stamping their set with 'Let's Make Love and Listen to Death From Above.' It's a beast of a tune that has the Barrowlands bouncing by the time the clock strikes Klaxons.
Vertical lighting rigs dot the stage and the pounding rock 'n' roll is infectious. The dark and threatening overtones really do belong in an illegal warehouse. The uplifting melodies of Golden Skans are enchanting, however it signals the fade out for the night. The Klaxons' (4/5) energy is dissipated during their more gentle pop songs, though they demonstrate their versatility and in some ways even justify the 'rave' moniker. While the crowd may have wikipedia'd 'Ultrasonic' and dressed accordingly, the overwhelming innocence and acceptance captures the ethos perfectly. A genuinely gratifying event. [Graham Park]