There’s long been the perception that Saturday night crowds are the
rowdy, rough, ready orcs, drunkenly invading town centres,
trashing, smashing; leaving chaos and destruction in their grunting
wake. Friday night, it seemed, was always the reserve of those after a
few quiet ones – a sociable leisurely nightcap to the week. That logic
stood up tonight.
After the last embattled excursion to the Warehouse Project (that was it
over there, under Caribou), Mobile
the usual anticipation was a little dimmed but after Aeroplane’s effortlessly brilliant set, and a neat turn from Tensnake, Simian Mobile Disco proved why ‘Delicacies’ is a totally different beast in a live arena.
Out in the crowd, old school green lazers hover in indulgent retro abandon, while onstage a line of three Apple Macs shake the floor, the
walls, the cartilage in your ears, and the lining of your nose till you are convinced the universe is going to implode.
Then their MC, whoever he is, pipes up with some grandiose, hoarselyintoned, z-list bashment patter about ‘Three legends… come together… to form… Magnetic
Man’ like a stroke victim reading their press
release. While the backstage champagne
It’s cheese, taken melted like fondue but it’s not fondue. You put
it in a plug-in heater contraption that looks like a medieval torture
device and then mix up the sludge with potatoes, different meats and,
for the cholesterol-conscious, vegetables.
It’s stodgy, indulgent food from the Alps but the true regional dish is a kind of sausage wrapped in a pancake and, of course, everyone loses their shit
for wine, cider and Nutella
If the milieu of centuries-old Gallic
customs gets daunting, refamiliarise yourself with your
contemporary, disposable existence.
Out in the crowd, old school green lazers hover in indulgent retro abandon, while onstage a line of three Apple Macs shake the floor,
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