Artist: UNKLE
Venue: Webster Hall, NYC, NY
Date: October 18, 2007
This is a public sevice announcement. Do not, under any circumstances, go to see UNKLE live. No matter how much the temptation of the Pitchfork 9.8 Psyence Fiction review attracts you, realize that the 9.8 belongs more to the arrogant but incredibly talented DJ Shadow than the arrogant but incredibly annoying douche James Lavelle. Not wanting to spend any more time than is absolute necessary to convey the massive shitfest that this concert was, let me resort to that great destroyer of deep thought and convincing argument: the bulleted list.
- Most of War Stories is more awful to listen to than the horrors of real war stories.
- The singer was so off-key on most songs that I was praying for the soundsystem to spontaneously combust, preferably in a massive fireball that consumed everyone on stage.
- The only old (read: good) songs they played were so horribly butchered that it would have been far more humane to simply play the studio version of them and just STFU.
- Lavelle’s frequent exhortations to the crowd for clapping along with the songs were only marginally less pitiful than his shit-faced arrogant hipster attitude and reminder that this was his first ever show in NY and that too with a brand new band (whose singer shouted “this is my very first gig!!!” with all the pride of a middle school band student).
- Fuck it, I can’t even go on in list form…it’s too painful.
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