Sweet. Holy. Immaculate. Mother. Of. Rock. And. Roll. Hotness.
Are you following me here, people? Do you see where this is going?
For the last two years I’ve been blown away by Metric. It’s been one of those bands that has stood the test of time, that hasn’t become boring. It was great to meet Elise Nordling at SXSW this year, because it’s really thanks to her and Soma FM that I’ve even had this music on my radar. I even mentioned that fact to her. That’s what it means to me.
After November’s somewhat lackluster performance, I was beginning to worry that maybe the band had begun to burn out. I mean, these guys tour like there’s no tomorrow. They’re like conquering Huns or something. It wasn’t much of a stretch to believe that the physical and emotional toll of rocking people’s faces on a nightly basis would wear on the excitement of performing. Another city. More strangers in the crowd. Meh.
But last night’s show was like getting hit by the awesome bus. I remember the crazy energy that soaked the first Metric show I went to; in those days of Kerry vs. Bush, Metric’s politically charged music was the kind of stuff that a lot of fans could really sink their teeth into. It seemed at the time that this was a special time and place that nothing could ever trump. But a thorough trumping is exactly what we got. With even more gusto than ever before, Metric owned the stage with a renewed passion and a lighting rig that could blind Stevie Wonder. It was awesome. They plowed through our guts with “Handshakes” and “Poster Of A Girl.” They grooved with “Calculation Theme” and “Hustle Rose.” They calmed with “Ending Start” and the extended jam of “Dead Disco.” Emily was back in form, dressed like a posessed tennis player and rocking her bipolar dancing style. A steamroller. A mouthful of firecrackers. A tidal wave. A swarm of killer bees. Two thumbs up, 5 stars and a stack of delicious waffles. That’s Metric.
Opening band End of Fashion was really loud and their songs basically sounded the same. ‘Nuff said.
Islands was refreshing and bizarre, with a band of seven instrumentalists playing banjo, bass saxiphone, recorder, violins and oboe. I’m not entirely convinced it’s really my style or the kind of thing I’d want to buy on CD, but if you get the chance to see Islands live, it’s well worth it.