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Saw The Rapture on Tuesday night. I don't really have time for a full review, but I'll just say that it was a great gig, one that couldn't be marred even by the occasionally over-talkative or drug-fucked members of the audience. I think The Rapture clearly have the potential to become one of those bands that a smallish group of people invest a lot in - because they write songs which manage to pull off the trick of commenting on the things which they also sound like or serve as the soundtrack to - that is to say, the highs and lows of a life that flits between nocturnal hedonism and almost existential melancholy/loneliness ('Olio', 'Sister Saviour'), or the unnerving simplicitly of being in love, even if you're a jaded 21st century young thing ('Open Up Your Heart', 'Love Is All'). In this respect, they remind me of - and I swear I'll be the only person who ever says this, EVER - Pulp, the Pulp of 'F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.' or 'Monday Morning'.
The highlight of the gig is when they segue from 'Killing' into 'Sister Saviour', like on the album, and the crowd, recognising the track, start singing the "hey-ey-yeah-ah!" bit in advance. This obviously tickles the band so much that Jenner drops it in as a call-and-response during both 'I Need Your Love' and 'House Of Jealous Lovers'. It's one of those moments that makes you realise a band has found its fans, and that a bunch of people have found their band. Which is something I can't explain if it doesn't already make sense to you, but no matter how many times I've seen it happen before, it's still exciting.
Additional notes: don't know if it was the influence of The Darkness, who they'd supported earlier that evening, but Luke Jenner in particular was throwing great rock star shapes - at one point standing on the steps leading up to the stage at the side, in a chin-up, shoulders-back, almost formal pose, and making dramatic sweeps of his arm as he strikes the guitar chords.
Oh, and they're also obviously really sweet guys. Awww. |
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