Obvious title. Fuck my ear because I don't care. I saw LCD Soundsystem last night and I was planning to do a whole instant review thing but I went to sleep instead.
Instant(ish) review:
It was good. Sound of Silver material was great. The new stuff, not so much. The London Evening Standard gave it 5*s but I would give it 3. It was good enough, but my feet got tired.
I was more interested in the oddities in the crowd. There was a boy with blond bowl cut hair dancing like a 1970s Hawaiian seductress all night. Dangerously close to people, and no-one else seemed to notice. He looked like the son from the mother-son murder team in Psychoville.
And the Drug Geeks, there were a few. The people who act like they're proper druggies because they took mephadrone once but if you showed them an E they'd probably think it's a nurofen. And run. One of those, right next to me. Hook nose, weird 1.5 chin thing. And lips that aren't used to kissing. They looked like they belong to a flute, a rusty flute, somewhere. And stooping to sing along to every word, because singing every word to a cool band is cool and the cool band will think you're cool. He sniffed someone's shoulder, and laughed.
And this rugged cowboy Davidoff Perfume model type who was always staring at me whenever I turned around.
And angry Asian woman, well, not angry. Just blank face, not moving. And she might have been dragged out on a date by the man attached to her bum.
And boring people who wear costumes to make them less boring. They failed, clearly.
Anyway. James Murray says that they're going to stop making music soon because he's too old. Or something. He's 40ish but he already looks like a bloated Morrissey. Perhaps he's right. I just wish I'd seen them a couple of years ago, before they had all of this new shit.
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