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I was lucky, lucky, lucky last week, and got to see the Lips play at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta, one of a tiny number of non-Beck gigs they're going in the states this year. Needless to say, it was fucking great. Twenty people in animal costumes lined the stage sides, armed with nautical spotlights. Steven and Micheal were also in the form of animalistic shamans, while Wayne was the ringleader in a cream suit, fistfuls of confetti ever-ready. Steven played drums on the opener ("Race For The Prize") and I thought I might die. Over the course of the set they did many favorites, bolstered by Yoshimi material ("Fight Test", "Y pt 1" "...Realize?") and a handful of covers -- "Knives Out", a Syd-era Floyd tune and a jokily inept version of "Where It's At". Over the course of all this, I managed to keep the top half of my head from cracking and falling off as I smiled like a child for two hours. They're simply one of the most giving and inspired shows in rock, and are on the fast track to becoming that rarest of birds, My Favorite Band. |
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