Strange gig in Whelan’s on Saturday night. Decent crowd in the venue and almost all seemed devoted to the cause of the Xiu Xiu. Their set, heavy on material from their latest album Dear God, I Hate Myself, sharply turned corners to move in drastically different directions. They’ve carved a following with this sort of contrasting performance which spliced delicate and fragile songs with barely audible, quivering vocals in between burst of frenetic, thrashing guitar and cymbal abuse. Oddly, there was no encore, which left the faithful crowd with little else to do but wander outside in time to get caught in the unexpected blizzard of fat, fluffy snow. A sample of my digitally-captured images of said performance are below with DVD-only extras on Flickr and on State (with added commentary by Sophie Ann Crowther!).
P.S. This is apparently my 100th post on this ‘ere blog. Almost a year on from an accidental premature birth, I hit the big centenary with a half-hearted review of a gig that at times failed to convince me it was using it’s whole heart (though I’m quite pleased with my snaps). The dull mathematician types amongst you may have already concluded that I’ve managed an average of a post every 3.41 days to get to this point. Eh, sorry? Is that not good? Quality or quantity, hmm? In better news, I have 4 nominations in the Irish Blog Awards longlist for some reason. Thanks to those that gave me input-field love, now let’s hope some of the more deserving blogs out there are on the final shortlist. Tip: My annual nomination for Best Music Blog.