August 12, 2009
How long does it take to set up a bunch of drums, some keyboards and two amps? Apparently, at least an hour. The wait between opener, the Phenomenal Handclap Band, and headliner, Friendly Fires, was spectacularly long (longer than either’s actual set) but fans were rewarded with two stellar, albeit stylistically different, sets. Though scruffy and spaced out like a hippy commune, deadpan spoken-word lyrics and ethereal yet funky disco beats were the essence of the Phenomenal Handclap Band’s dance-inducing mix of Italo disco and Sly Stone. In other words, Donna Summers would have been an amazing addition to their eight-piece lineup. Ending with “I Been Born Again” left me with a pleasant “Aquarius”-like after-taste. When Friendly Fires finally took the stage they were noticeably anxious from the delay but sliced the tension with the first beats of “Lovesick.” Derived from a decisively Prince meets manic polyrhythm sound, the group’s songs were both a dizzying flurry of percussion and an electric blend of guitars and programmed samples, like on “White Diamonds.” Three songs in, lead singer Ed MacFarlane was already soaked in sweat. A boyishly charismatic front man his energy and earnest Carlton dance are the fulcrum of any Friendly Fires’ show. The onerous set change only seemed to cement his vigor. His strong-enough vocals carried the sparsely arranged but densely rhythmic songs. That combination lent the group a compelling intimacy that rarely comes across on such aggressively metered songs. With the addition of a horn section carrying the main theme of “In The Hospital,” it became a dynamic cry balanced by strident guitars, sampled flutes and layers of vocals. Their presence similarly enhanced their best song, “On Board,” which digressed into an electronic paced jam with crunchy guitar licks over a throbbing bass. Ending with “Ex Lover” didn’t produce the desired acme of an encore, but was still delivered with equal panache.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Juan Maclean @ Old American Can Factory w/ pics
August 8, 2009
John Maclean, the bald front man of electronic group the Juan Maclean, was precarious and awkward in between songs during his group’s late night set at the 12 hour long Brooklyn Electronic Music Festival. At one point he waved a baggie of coke, demonstrating his incentive scheme for bandmates. At others he heavy-handedly mocked the weed “addiction” of his keyboard player, explaining, “That’s why he makes so many mistakes.” And in case his own perfections weren’t clear enough, he boasted of mastering “the hardest instrument in the world to play.” Thankfully the tight time constraints of the festival (30 minute sets) left the Juan Maclean little time for onstage banter. Instead they pummeled the crowd with driving beats, skittish synthesizer lines, and introspective meditations on love. Naturally, dance frenzy ensued. Maclean was impressive on his Theremin—an early electronic instrument played without physically touching it—sounding more precise and liberated on it since last seeing the group. Drummer Jerry Fuchs was punishing and effective behind his kit and Nancy Whang continually proves to be the perfectly earnest counterpoint to Maclean’s brashness. Rain was left to fall on subsequent band 33hz, and previous group Shy Love gained a Middle-Eastern flair to their otherwise keytar heavy songs with a live sax player. Overall the industrial setting of the Old American Can Factory was strangely intimate, lending the outdoor stage a fraternal prison-yard feel.
John Maclean, the bald front man of electronic group the Juan Maclean, was precarious and awkward in between songs during his group’s late night set at the 12 hour long Brooklyn Electronic Music Festival. At one point he waved a baggie of coke, demonstrating his incentive scheme for bandmates. At others he heavy-handedly mocked the weed “addiction” of his keyboard player, explaining, “That’s why he makes so many mistakes.” And in case his own perfections weren’t clear enough, he boasted of mastering “the hardest instrument in the world to play.” Thankfully the tight time constraints of the festival (30 minute sets) left the Juan Maclean little time for onstage banter. Instead they pummeled the crowd with driving beats, skittish synthesizer lines, and introspective meditations on love. Naturally, dance frenzy ensued. Maclean was impressive on his Theremin—an early electronic instrument played without physically touching it—sounding more precise and liberated on it since last seeing the group. Drummer Jerry Fuchs was punishing and effective behind his kit and Nancy Whang continually proves to be the perfectly earnest counterpoint to Maclean’s brashness. Rain was left to fall on subsequent band 33hz, and previous group Shy Love gained a Middle-Eastern flair to their otherwise keytar heavy songs with a live sax player. Overall the industrial setting of the Old American Can Factory was strangely intimate, lending the outdoor stage a fraternal prison-yard feel.
Labels:
dance,
electronic,
pics,
the juan maclean
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