The Go-Betweens : Hollywood Knitting Factory
Anyone looking to fan the fires of emotion is in the right place tonight...
It's a trip that would unfold over a twenty-three year period with partner in crime Grant McLennan, going through back-up band members like Madonna does with boyfriends (or accents). Settling tonight with bassist Adele Pickvance, The Go-Betweens gently strum through an alt-pop acoustic set, not mentioning how they lost their drummer somewhere along the tour.
Maybe they could benefit from some of the notable help they received on 'The Friends Of Rachel Worth', their first album of new material in over ten years. No Elliott Smith on keyboards tonight - probably too depressed to show up. And no Sleater-Kinney girls to beef-up the sound. So it's all too quiet for some, and as the liquor flows more heavily, so do the audience conversations. Drowned out by screams of "dude" and "fuck yeah," the percent of those watching shrinks into a mesmerized, placid handful you'd guess were watching two koalas mate.
Forster even tells McLennan to play softer, all subtleties lost in the clinks of pint glasses and inebriated belching. A shame, too, since the brooding 'Spring Rain' makes a great first encore. They even return for two more encores, wrapping it up with 'Streets Of Your Town' and Forster, beer in hand, pointing out to the unmannerly socialisers like some drunk on the corner, echoes "danger in the past" over and over until his enthusiasm fades out.
The Go-Betweens find themselves in the wrong place, with the wrong crowd, and it may take another twenty-three years for Hollywood to lend its ear.
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