If any band would come on, and stop the god awful support band ‘Extra Life’ then I’d have probably declared there and then that they were my favourite band of all time. Luckily Deerhunter are tonight’s main event, and when the gaunt Bradford Cox et al come to the stage, I’m pretty fucking relieved.
Plunging straight into Cryptograms, after a short introduction concerning a tirade of noise, the driving syncopation of the song takes no prisoners in seducing you into the groove. The size of the Scala seemed well suited to contain the many ambient shoegazey landscapes sculpted in the set.
If you were as indie as these guys, you’d probably release your next EP on limited edition cassette too. Mercilessly you command die hard fans to reach again for the practically obsolete technology of audio tapes. It’s cruel. Just why do these guys have to be so cool? Thankfully though, no tape player is required to appreciate these songs right now such as the aptly named EP title track ‘Rainwater Cassette Exchange’ with its Johnny Cash-esqe guitar riffs and strong pop melodies is performed. It perhaps doesn’t sound as good as the finer moments on 2008s ‘Microcastle’ also played tonight, ‘Nothing Ever Happened’ and ‘Agoraphobia’, but that’s not to say it paled in comparison. The two aforementioned were brilliant and tracks off 2007s ‘Florescent Grey EP’ also got a showing.
So it turned out to be a couple of their mates birthdays, their sound guy and the guitar tech from the black lips, who was comfortable in the audience, and Bradford insisted on a very long and drawn out ‘Happy Birthday’ to be sung. Naturally it was performed with as many sweeping flangers and delays as could be stamped upon. I couldn’t decide if it was endearing, or awkward, or if I didn’t care as long as I caught the last tube home.
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