the twilight sad @ the crocodile
If ever you’ve doubted the power of indie tastemakers to turn out a crowd, look no further than the Crocodile on Friday night to witness the collective power of Pitchfork, KEXP, and your favorite mp3bloggers. Although the club was suspiciously empty for a weekend, droves arrived exactly on cue as the Twilight Sad [myspace] took the stage.
The praise for the album and the attention to the band are well deserved. Hot off the presses, Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters fulfilled the promise of last years self-released EP. The album is a beautiful collection of “post-punk-cum-shoegaze” anthems: fuzzy guitars look longingly at each other across a crowded room, gently circling until they uncoordinatedly crash into the other’s reverb. All the while heavily-accented vocals pine away, leading the way through loud-quiet-loud waves.
Onstage, the Glaswegians do justice to their recordings. With his charmingly pronounced Scottish brogue, James Graham pours his heart out alternating between slow dancing with and collapsing around the mic stand, with occasional pauses to pummel away at a spare cymbal to bring the rigorous percussion into full explosive assault. Perhaps guessing that the crowd had other places to be (the Silversun Pickups show?), the guys keep the set excessively short. About fifteen minutes in, they announce that they’ll play just one more song, placing the blame on feeling rather fucked up after twenty-five
minutes hours of driving. True to their word, the show ends with a richly textured, shimmery, angst-wrought song and an unnecessarily ear-shattering wall of feedback.
With that, the band and much of the crowd exit. Not knowing what to expect, some friends and I stick around for another drink to hear Aerogramme. My research on the band nonexistent, I assumed only from the number of vowels in their correspondence-centered name that their sensibilities would be delicate, poppy, and sparkly. Never would I have guessed that they’re a pack of long-haired bearded panthers, screaming and wailing away metal style [flickr] with showy guitar solos, aggressive lyrics, and heavy synths! [This is not entirely true, the lead singer [flickr] is remarkable non-hirstute]