Neutral Milk Hotel, 12 Bar Club London
Neutral Milk Hotel are living proof that the most thrilling music does not have
to be complex in its manifestation. To make such abstract and
downright strange music from such simple structures takes some serious
imagination from some very odd people. These people are basically
having a noisy folk freakout that turns into pure buzz-pop delirium
live. Four weirdoes leaping around the stage, with the really odd one
singing about two-headed boys, dead and hanging men, and dissolving
dogs. The drummer looks like he's having some kind of episode, staring
at the ceiling as he counts himself into his moment: from whence he
proceeds to belt the living shit out of the drumkit in an extremely
funky manner. Then there's the two scary people dashing back and forth
to pick up instruments ranging from good old guitars, through brass,
to saws and accordions all of which create incredible texture to Jeff
Mangum's sorrowful acoustic guitar driven songs of love gone
wrong. Absolutely incredible music that simply
feels vital because of the total abandon in both its genesis and
realisation. Believe and submit. (Drew)
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