Bright Eyes : WC1 ULU, Wednesday Nov 17
Bright Eyes songsmith, the spokesperson for America's sensitive side, summons up the courage to meet his British fans…
Take opener ‘Lua’: such is the hushed reverence among the congregated misfits that people hardly dare breathe, let alone chat about fumbled sexual congress with the Kings Of Leon . In fact, the only sound above Conor’s acoustic guitar and half-broken impassioned voice is the odd mouth miming silently along.
It’s pretty clear why Bright Eyes fans see Oberst as the Dylan-esque Holy Grail of this generation. His lyrics, which spurt out like stream-of-consciousness diary extracts are all devastating stuff for these sensitive souls. And his recent gatecrash of the US Billboard chart (Number One! And Number Two! Simultaneously!) proves that people outside this dark bunker of fans are taking notice.
In Conor’s world, everything is there to be challenged – whether he is nothing but a mediocre musician ( ‘Waste Of Paint’), whether we can ever be free of apathy, or whether tomorrow he will be brave enough to go outside – the kind of agoraphobic angst that resonates with his fans. Because as we’ve said, Conor’s fey disciples aren’t the lairiest bunch of folk. Filing out of this place of worship (just in time to avoid having to donate to the collection, no doubt) most of them probably go straight home to spend the rest of the year quaking under their duvet. But at least they can be safe in the knowledge that, with Conor around, there’s a little less reason to be afraid of the world.
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