With what resonated like meaningful, genuine feeling, Alexis Taylor told the crowd that they were their most responsive one yet on this tour. We were all flustered by this, and happy about it; at this point in the show, the music was freeing enough to remind one they ought to have left all extant notions of Vancouver shows outside the doors, back on Monday night Granville street.
The movement in the crowd, filial and well timed to me at least, was much more appropriate, mature even, then the crowd at Justice's sold out performances, at the same venue, one and eight months prior. There weren't even that many tall people in my field of vision, though the four fairly short women that were with us might have had a little tougher time seeing. Regardless of the possible sight-line problems, they did not refrain from dancing at any moment.
As the show progressed, I kept hoping the Slow Songs would be played; I wished for the lamentations on poets of 'Whistle for Will', but once they began more down-tempo songs, the need for a slow dance hooked me, and, well, women and me are a story for another day. Where Hot Chip surpassed my expectations (which were quite high, I won't lie) were the allowances they worked with and the malleability with which they performed each song: as a good variation on a classical work ought, the hammering out, or exposition, of differences and maintenance of the original themes and pleasures kept the keen album-listener on his or her toes.
The continuity of Made In The Dark might not be obvious at first, chiaroscuro position of fun and bouncy pop-styled hits against all variety of love song possible (each song could easily be construed as a love song in one way or another), but after seeing the Chip live, I think I'm getting at it: Great honesty is something I admire in anyone, especially a public entity with as large a reach as a rock band. It's easy to feel with these cats.
Do it do it do it do it do it now
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