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Frontman Meric Long tonight describes The Dodos as being “from yonder”. This isn’t technically true – they’re from San Francisco – but they may as well be from outer space. They make psychedelic folk music that is truly psychedelic – meaning they’re not afraid to hold the same note for two long minutes, while Logan Kroeber’s drumming throbs like a hummingbird’s heart as it approaches climax and percussionist Joe Haener begins gleefully thumping a battered trashcan. It’s also frequently beautiful, as on the chiming melody of ‘Fools’ or the astounding string-picking of ‘Jodi’, a song that jumps around so quickly it makes the life-cycle of a greenfly seem wastefully extravagant. And to be honest, it’s all mostly brilliant: the audience is so enraptured that Long isn’t allowed to leave the stage before being dragged back for an encore.
OK, so sometimes it gets a little excessive. Well, a lot excessive. But for the most part, The Dodos are a fascinating live experience. We could compare it to the species they took their name from and say they don’t make ’em like this anymore. But we’re not sure anybody ever did.
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