06/28/02 Knitting Factory, Los Angeles, CA |
w/ Gary Wilson, The Movies |
[notes] By all acounts, this was a great show, somewhat of a watershed for the band. I don't know what that means, but it sounds good. I think this was pretty much right after the band returned home after recording Execution in Nebraska. They brought back producer Mike Mogis who played some slide guitar with the band at the show. The set list provided a couple surprises, including Blake's rarely played tune "August", and a cover of a Neutral Milk Hotel song called "In The Aeroplane Over The Sea", which as far as I know had not been played by the band before, nor has since. |
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[review] from laweekly.com (note the sic.. show was June 28, not 29) GARY WILSON, RILO KILEY, THE MOVIES at the Knitting Factory, June 29 If elevator music could be punk, it might sound like Rilo Kiley, and that's no backhanded compliment. The Los Angeles band owned tonight's crowd with its spunky mix of guitar heroics, '60s horn bleats and twee keyboards topped off with winner's-circle bonhomie. Guitarist/cofront man Blake Sennett could have called everyone's mom a whore, and they still would've cheered him, while vocalist Jenny Lewis was having way too much fun for a professional. The plucky pixie balanced her bright-eyed 'n' bushy-tailed exuberance with acid parlor wit: "This next one is a cover . . . of a Depeche Mode song, just kidding. Actually, it's a Spin Doctors song . . . just kidding." While the Movies didn't offer the same level of showmanship, their droney bass-driven bliss-out definitely got under people's skin. There was a palpable sense of something different on the horizon -- mid-'80s art-funk? pop-prog? So that's what they mean by "power trio." A common misperception is that Gary Wilson is a music-industry victim. In truth, he willingly disappeared, J.D. Salingerlike, after bursting onto the scene in 1977 with a limited poor-quality vinyl pressing of You Think You Really Know Me, and its recent reissue has brought the idiosyncratic performer to answer the call of his clamoring cult fan base. "I cannot believe he is not the headliner," a disgusted college-radio program director sputtered. During his set, the crowd's expressions were a mixture of amusement and uncertainty as a stage extra periodically came out to dash Wilson with flour while the singer writhed on the floor, serenading a pair of mannequins. But Wilson's performance-art weirdness is in striking juxtaposition with the glammy riot of his retro-contempo sound, a seductive mélange of '70s bar-band rock and Roxy Music disco thump, courtesy of a slammin' bass/drums section and interweaving noodle-poodle from three keyboardists, one of whom resembled the hookah-smoking caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland. Wilson oughtta get a lifetime-achievement award for his psychosexual head-fuck of a cabaret, but it was all a bit inpenetrable, and the 50-something enigma uttered not one word of acknowledgment to the audience. After an encore, one neophyte-convert fairly summed up the lingering vibe: "Spoo-keee." (Andrew Lentz) [another review] i can find some words... it was effin amazing! ALWAYS! AUGUST! DON'T
and btw. they had Science vs. Romance 7" singles onsale for $3
with ~jason [another one] phillip does indeed rock. first song was just him and jenny onstage
other impressions of last night? at one point blake said. "we never play this song live" me
and my the cover i was told by another guy i was with was of 'neutral milk
i really really was wanting to hear chemical stress also. one group
was it just me or was phillip wearing boxers when he came out the 2nd
k that's all i can remember sorry it's so long but figured east coast
-merc_hdip [another] well i had fun for the most part. kspc made my night by saving the rilo set... i enjoyed, but agree with a few of you cats, not i dig the new shirts... but miss the color variety of the old ones.
the bunny guy (and sidekick)... uhh... congratulations on getting that is all. --jonna |