As I write this, I wait for the plumber to arrive. The hot water tank has finally packed it in and I’m dying to have a shower, but I’m scared my laundry will turn into the River Ganges. I am heartened from reading in the Australian that Christopher Hitchens drinks half a bottle of scotch & a bottle of wine a day to make others seem less boring. That’s usually how it starts, doesn’t it?
On the 16th May I caught Tame Impala w/ the Silents + the Laurels at the Gaelic Theatre for a Sunday eve of soporifc substances and sounds, and as far as the stoner motif went, I was not not deprived of atmosphere. But perhaps I just had a little too many beers before that spliff, because Tame Impala felt like an anticlimax. Buried under layers of flange and phaser pedals, the sound’s muddiness killed the otherwise pretty shimmering guitars that makes the band sound so great.
My buddy deduced it was that it was the sound guy’s fault. He may have been a little too charitable. The Laurels, up first, provided exemplary tattered-cardigan shoegaze + 60s psychedelia. On after Sydney’s Laurels were headliner buddies the Silents from Perth, who were by far the darkest and punchiest act of the night. Both bands are highly recommended checking out. As for Tame Impala, maybe they were having an off night?
Anyway, here’s Solitude is Bliss from Innerspeaker.
Tags: Gaelic, gig, Laurels, Silents, Tame Impala
