Indie-poppers are equal parts blissed out and moody
Reverend And The Makers
Jon McClure’s preaching causes panic on the streets of London. Roundhouse, London (February 26)
a prize fighter and his keyboardist belle Laura looking stunning in a short green dress. They launch into a brand new track, ‘Everybody Hates Ryan’, which, with its ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’-referencing beats and spacey guitar echoes, is possibly the most adventurous and interesting song McClure has written. ‘Bandits’, ‘18-30’ and ‘The State Of Things’ pass with maximum rowdiness from the crowd, until the Reverend implores the audience to name a current artist who speaks out about what they believe in.
“Your silence is deafening,” he says. “There’s only me, that’s who.”
‘Heavyweight Champion Of The World’ is transformed into a synth-led stomper, with McClure’s vocals twisted into dubby echoes, but the loudest reception is saved for closer ‘He Said He Loved Me’. Arguably the Rev’s worst – but catchiest – tune, tonight it’s a song that launches a thousand pints in the air. At £3.50 each, that’s some appreciation.The grandstanding sentiments in some of the songs on show tonight, such as ‘The Machine’, are a little unsubtle for a man who reads out clever, witty poetry between songs. But indie needs people like McClure, unafraid to rant about the world’s injustices, unafraid of his own arrogance. “All I’m trying to tell you is you should think for yourself and not believe what the TV or newspapers tell you,” the Reverend preaches. Sounds fair to us. With that, McClure jumps into the crowd and weaves his way out to busk outside the venue. He’s already converted the Roundhouse, now it’s time to take to the streets.
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