It happens right after the supporting
act - a bit tired looking pub-troubadour from "rub-dub-dubadub-Dublin".
What happens is that I am becoming completely swept away by the Irish band
The Frames.
First of all it is the music. They
play a very faceted and dynamic indie-rock, which intensity sometimes deafens
to lie and put pressure, lie in wait, under the surface - mysterious, charming
and evasive. Here and there it descends in the middle as a kind college-pop
with lo fi-vibes, which unfortunately do tend to touch some adult contemporary
rock keys, other times it hovers nicely again and is allowed to rush above
the surface, it explodes to something wild, heavy and uncontrollable.
But the guys in the band have complete
control on each note. They are close and sounds tight, in the same time
as they are showing commitment as if they where 18 and was just about to
get their first gig with a dash in front of an over enthusiastic audience.
The Frames are, on the contrary, about
thirty and the band has existed for 15 years. Maybe hence the sympathetic
image, which is the second thing I really like about them. The singer Glen
Hansard pulls some short anecdotes of past relationships, playfully hums
the audience to a community singing, tributes Ingmar Bergman and is in
general aiming to please. When he so declares different events in Sex &
the City, and dedicates a song to Carrie Bradshaw, it seems that many girls
in the crowd want to throw a pair of pink Dolce&Gabbana-panties on
stage.
In the end of a 1 " hour long concert
the band states the end of their European tour, and that they are now going
to drink beer and play exactly what they feel like (all though it feels
as if they have been playing with passion all night).
And when a heavily bass wrapped cover
of Kraftwerks’s The Model, a Pixies depiction of Where is my mind?, and
a grand a capella act they are really sniffing in the really big leagues.
Talk about a band that grows live.
When are they coming back? |
