OK, Interpol, youre cool. You packed House of Blues with a seeming wave of your sun-malnourished hands, your casually dressy threads draped tight and angular over your wiry bodies, and aside from, like, three somber "thank yous," you didnt bother with between-song banter. No, thats just not your style. Your swag is a darker sort, dictatorial and rigid. We clapped, but standing tall, and saluting felt just as appropriate. [All photos by Mike Wilson.]
In the meantime, we all had to endure the embarrassing cacophony of opening threesome Twin Tigers. How they came to the dream noise description on their Myspace page is just baffling to me based on the sound they actually delivered. Blaming the band as a whole would be unfair, however. Its all on the shoulders of frontman Matthew Rain [pictured left]. With no regard for vocal volume control, he not only violated his poor mic with a flurry of spittle and hot breath, he assaulted our eardrums for a tedious 30 minutes. The music on its own -- without the grandpa-wasted-and-singing-karaoke-again parts -- was quite palatable. Awash in big waves of reverb, post-hardcore sensibility, and, at times, quite epic in structure, Twin Tigers' instrumental compositions are probably the best thing they have going for them, and thats being kind of generous.
If anything, the audible suffering Twin Tigers inflicted made the promise of Interpol all the more enticing. Soon enough, the lights fired up, the fog blasted, and the now four-piece ensemble otherwise known as Interpol hit the stage. Opener Success off their upcoming self titled LP felt stale and uninspired upon my admittedly first listen. Who kidnapped, tranquilized, and forced Interpol to write music? I wondered.
They near-instantaneously segued into Say Hello to the Angels from 2002s critically-beloved (myself very much included) Turn on the Bright Lights, harkening familiarity and nostalgia towards the bygone
Interpol owes much, probably most, of their success and current standing to their first two albums, which the setlist and crowd response clearly indicated. Tracks like Cmere, Narc, Evil, and well-over half of Antics were played freakishly well and true-to-recording. Interpols live strength, in all its dapper glory, seems to lie in their ability to stoically captivate and set a sedative, fog-soaked vibe. Naturally, a still sea of folded arms, fixed eyes, and upturned heads replaced any semblance of mosh or crowd movement during the performance.
Clocking in at right under an hour, Interpols punctual set was as markedly unique, varied, and well-dressed as their 13-year existence, which is all you can ask for, really.
Complete Interpol 8/19 setlist
Say Hello To The Angels
Rest My Chemistry
The Heinrich Maneuver
Take You on A Cruise
Try It On
Not Even Jail
Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down
More pics of Interpol and Twin Tigers by Mike Wilson: