Live Review: Liars, Heaven, London Liars Tickets
Thursday, November 11
Just how the fuck did this happen? They tell Heaven tonight, ignoring latest album [b]‘Sisterworld’[/b] for most of an opening 20 minutes they crown with a punch, [b]‘Plaster Casts Of Everything’[/b] removing hands from pockets, feet from floor. People are actually slam-dancing, provoked by that moment in [b]‘I Still Can See An Outside World’[/b] where the guitars come in and it sounds like all the volcanoes erupting at once, spunking the world’s earth into the air, so the ground turns to a slop beneath your feet and you die in a vortex of rubble and screaming.
It’s in states like these that [a]Liars[/a] revel. If their taste for physical and artistic travel means they’ve been hard to pin ’til now, that questing taste has now become their defining trait. Tonight they’ll haul out the sociopathic blasting of [b]‘Scarecrows On A Killer Slant’[/b], then play the beautiful [b]‘Too Much, Too Much’[/b] before losing themselves in [b]‘The Overachievers’[/b]’ happy goon stampede.
For the most part, they’re a quintet tonight, only slimming to a trio for their third encore. Frontman [b]Angus Andrew[/b] first bids the crowd farewell 30 minutes in, but their set runs on for a subsequent 40, and at no point does it feel like a drag. As two drummers drum primally in primary lights, the impression of [a]Liars[/a] is of a band aliens might think epitomise rock music if you merely described it to them. The volume, defiance and textures are all there, but they’re oddly put together. There’s nothing polite about [a]Liars[/a]. They are scrabblers in rock’s rubble, enjoying their own din.
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