My Morning Jacket/Junior Senior/IMA Robot/Keane : London Astoria
There’s a battle going on here this evening...
All night, pockets of the crowd had been howling for Junior Senior, and by the time the Laurel and Hardy of Scando-pervery ran on stage, the Astoria was a well-lubed, willing participant in their foul craft. Like a B52's you don’t want to stab in the groin on contact, they massage themselves to fruition on Motown, girl-groups, funk, disco, pop and soul, and, for reasons I’ll never understand, ‘Move Your Feet’ is still amazingly good. ‘Good Girl Bad Boy’ even provokes wanton neck-licking on the upper-tier.
My Morning Jacket are the least sexy looking band evah. They may resemble meth’d-up teenage Megadeth fans, but they sound[I] like heaven on fucking earth. ‘Mahgeeta’ and ‘The Way That He Sings’ are enormous flowering bursts of noise, like Mogwai high on ELO’s space-glue, while ‘Lowdown’ [I]destroys all competition with a flick of its hilariously girly hair. We have a winner!
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