Wednesday I went to the Dresden Dolls gig – I’m not sure I’ve got a great deal to say that hasn’t been said better by someone else. But thats not going to stop me writing a little more about them and their friends anyway.
Bang On, who were playing as we arrived, looked like they’d be more at home busking somewhere – they were a pair of great drummers using a kit made up of all sorts of weird and wonderful bits of noisy metal, they were a great show and would have been better placed somewhere where they could be better seen, but maybe that destroys the intimacy of their show.
Next up were Devotchka, who were great, bringing influences from most parts of Europe and at least two instruments each, some of which were bigger than they were. They’re the kind of band that make a lot of sense live, but I’m not sure how they’d come out recorded.
Then there was an arielist who performed various manouvres dangling from the ceiling. I was wondering how she practiced the show, but maybe she has a tree she can use, or something.
Finally the Dolls themselves came on stage. You either love them or hate them – I can understand both – I love them. Theres a tension in the air as they launch into their set, something about how they interact on stage, they know each other well, it makes for a slick show.
Fabulous evening out, not a normal gig for sure, and somehow reminiscent of some of the finer craziness I found in Tokyo, never quite knowing what would come next.
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