Indie-poppers are equal parts blissed out and moody
London King's Cross Scala
In a performance bookended by intense, if all-too-reverent, versions of the late [a]Tim Buckley[/a]'s [B]'I Must Have Been Blind'[/B] and the elegiac [B]'Song To The Siren'[/B], darkness is the
Instead, in a performance bookended by intense, if all-too-reverent, versions of the late Tim Buckley's 'I Must Have Been Blind' and the elegiac 'Song To The Siren', darkness is the engine that propels his bouts of soul-searching forward. Light and shade aren't entirely absent, when you witness his deep, reproachful baritone and a traditionalist music that favours a quasi-Irish approach; but the nihilistic optimism of 'Death Will Be My Bride' and the bitter romanticism of 'The Arcane' ensure he'll never be on British prime-time television.
When Brendan Perry juxtaposes stolen Joy Division lines with lyrics like, "You keep time/To the beat/Of an old slave drum", he evokes the forgotten past of his youth, with the air of someone who can't believe life has finally come to this. But, by retaining enough modernity in his music to cancel out nostalgic tendencies, he stays devoted to the search for new ways of expression.
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