The Horrors @ The Caves
Boomy bass, over-amplified drums, and barely audible vocals terrorise The<br/>Horrors
| 11 Jan 2007
As The Horrors stride onto The Caves' dimly-lit stage, there rises a chorus
of high-pitched screams — the sort that, years ago, once greeted another
stylish English boy band with funny haircuts. The anticipation was palpable.
Indeed, as The Horrors are, to date, a band short on material but big on
hype, anticipation is an inevitable facet of their appearance.
Sadly, if this show is any indicator, it may be short lived. Like a
speed-freak whose ability is incongruent to his desires, their set is
physically charged yet emotionally and technically flaccid. Clothes were
shed, painful, eye-gouging strobe lights flashed for the duration of the 35
minute set, and Faris — all two mop-topped lanky meters of him — thrice dived
into the front row. Yet the tunes — or, more properly, the sound — lacks
refinement. The sound is a mess, and not even an elegant one at that. Boomy
bass, over-amplified drums, and barely audible vocals terrorise The
Horrors. [Frank Howard]
of high-pitched screams — the sort that, years ago, once greeted another
stylish English boy band with funny haircuts. The anticipation was palpable.
Indeed, as The Horrors are, to date, a band short on material but big on
hype, anticipation is an inevitable facet of their appearance.
Sadly, if this show is any indicator, it may be short lived. Like a
speed-freak whose ability is incongruent to his desires, their set is
physically charged yet emotionally and technically flaccid. Clothes were
shed, painful, eye-gouging strobe lights flashed for the duration of the 35
minute set, and Faris — all two mop-topped lanky meters of him — thrice dived
into the front row. Yet the tunes — or, more properly, the sound — lacks
refinement. The sound is a mess, and not even an elegant one at that. Boomy
bass, over-amplified drums, and barely audible vocals terrorise The
Horrors. [Frank Howard]