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suzanne
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In strong protest of those who claim that i don't have a life, I ponied it up and headed to Stubbs for my new band flavor of the month, Travis.
It was finally good weather to be at the outdoor venue and even though the Live wannabe's who proceded Travis were nauseating, I didn't once feel sick or want to sit down. They were so derivative that the lead singer even had his hair shaved off. The biggest waste was that there were two drummers on stage. Both with identical drum kits, and both playing the exact same drum parts. I guess nobody told this band that you can indeed mic a drum kit if you wanted to be heard.
But onto the best part of the show: being that this is the first thing I've seen since Looper where I knew all the songs from their records, I was semi-surprised to hear that Travis sounds EXACTLY like their records to the fade out. I liked the bass player because he's also a good singer and he's kind of cute..... No, I'm not being paid for this review, so I can say whatever in the hell I want, m'kay?
ANYWAY, I was grooving to the band, but my enjoyment was cut down by the usual idiots. For a change, NOBODY was actually necking right in front of me, but I did have some prissy looking girl who was looking around like, "hey, look at me! I like them too!" But she wasn't as bad as this other group complete with screechy girls talking about everything else but the show at the top of their lungs and pulling out their cell phones right in the middle of slow songs, "yeah, like we're seeing Travis right now! Oh my gawd, where are you? NO!" I think their tickets should have been taken away from them at the gates, and they should have been escorted to go see the Scabs.
I'm also putting another moratorium out, and I think this should be signed in blood by every human being alive: when the band on stage is Scottish, do NOT turn to your friend and start doing a bad Scottish accent like you are the first person clever enough to do it. I was standing in one place, and if I had to endure another person quoting Trainspotting, or saying, "aye, laddie, it's a wee bit slow", I would have found a way to route the electrical wiring from the soundboard directly into their beer.
After a set of Morrissey-lengthed proportions, they return to do several songs for an encore including a Britney Spear's song, and AC/DC's 'Back in Black'. They are fun and I had fun. Fran can really sing. I hadn't heard their first album in quite some time, and I was shocked to realize that I still remembered it, and it wasn't as bad as I remembered. Some pretty good songs, and it inspires me enough to pull it out and have a listen again. maybe Steve Lillywhite butchered it. Or maybe i'm just more accepting of that stuff than what i used to be. At any rate, it reminded me that this is the first time in quite a while that I've gotten to listen to a live band with any real sense of melody.
Thumbs up!
It was finally good weather to be at the outdoor venue and even though the Live wannabe's who proceded Travis were nauseating, I didn't once feel sick or want to sit down. They were so derivative that the lead singer even had his hair shaved off. The biggest waste was that there were two drummers on stage. Both with identical drum kits, and both playing the exact same drum parts. I guess nobody told this band that you can indeed mic a drum kit if you wanted to be heard.
But onto the best part of the show: being that this is the first thing I've seen since Looper where I knew all the songs from their records, I was semi-surprised to hear that Travis sounds EXACTLY like their records to the fade out. I liked the bass player because he's also a good singer and he's kind of cute..... No, I'm not being paid for this review, so I can say whatever in the hell I want, m'kay?
ANYWAY, I was grooving to the band, but my enjoyment was cut down by the usual idiots. For a change, NOBODY was actually necking right in front of me, but I did have some prissy looking girl who was looking around like, "hey, look at me! I like them too!" But she wasn't as bad as this other group complete with screechy girls talking about everything else but the show at the top of their lungs and pulling out their cell phones right in the middle of slow songs, "yeah, like we're seeing Travis right now! Oh my gawd, where are you? NO!" I think their tickets should have been taken away from them at the gates, and they should have been escorted to go see the Scabs.
I'm also putting another moratorium out, and I think this should be signed in blood by every human being alive: when the band on stage is Scottish, do NOT turn to your friend and start doing a bad Scottish accent like you are the first person clever enough to do it. I was standing in one place, and if I had to endure another person quoting Trainspotting, or saying, "aye, laddie, it's a wee bit slow", I would have found a way to route the electrical wiring from the soundboard directly into their beer.
After a set of Morrissey-lengthed proportions, they return to do several songs for an encore including a Britney Spear's song, and AC/DC's 'Back in Black'. They are fun and I had fun. Fran can really sing. I hadn't heard their first album in quite some time, and I was shocked to realize that I still remembered it, and it wasn't as bad as I remembered. Some pretty good songs, and it inspires me enough to pull it out and have a listen again. maybe Steve Lillywhite butchered it. Or maybe i'm just more accepting of that stuff than what i used to be. At any rate, it reminded me that this is the first time in quite a while that I've gotten to listen to a live band with any real sense of melody.
Thumbs up!
