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DANCE, MOTHER****ER, DANCE!
Dance, Mother****er, Dance!
Submitted by AineCaitriona on 10.21.07 at 3:19pm.
More Pop Explosion!!! (What, as if there's anything else to post about?!?)
Friday night at the Seahorse marked the most booty-shaking and rug-cutting of any night of the Pop Explosion week. Between The Moist Towelettes' bizarre j-pop to Windom Earle's karaoke rendition of "Livin' On A Prayer", I don't believe I'm alone in saying that it was the equivalent of a slumber party with your very cool and very musical friends.
All the way from Tokyo, Japan, The Moist Towelettes are a four-piece j-pop (Japanese pop) band that feature a guitar, a keyboard and two adorably well-synchronized female vocalists. Clad in what looked like bedsheets and flimsy paper crowns, the girls waved their hands and grinned while singing lines like "you're my sunshine" and "hey hey hey!" It was adorable. It was also bizarre. Performance art at its best, although not necessarily something that I'd ever listen in any other context. While I think it's safe to say that the Moist Towelettes will never be up for a Grammy, it's also difficult to watch them with a straight face (and I do mean that in the nicest way possible.) I want to say they're like Hello Kitty; kitchy, infectiously cute and just a wee bit demented.
Christ, and I thought that "Foxfire Forest" was a rough name...
Next up, Windom Earle. Windom freakin' Earle. Oh, man. I just cannot say anything bad about this performance. As a pop-punk poseur in high school, I'd constantly be running off to shows at the Charlottetown Boys and Girls Club and the Arts Guild, where Windom Earle was always the anomaly. Playing highly dance-able songs and covers of A-Ha's "Take On Me", Windom Earle stuck out like a shiny thumb among the emo and hardcore bands. So you can imagine my joy when they pulled out "Beef Chow Mein", a song that I remember from those days of Dashboard Confessional and Moneen. The crowd went crazy, even the people who were too cool to dance bobbed their heads and sang along to the "Livin' On A Prayer" cover. For me, at least, it was the best fucking show of the week. I danced until my feet were bloody stumps.
Ewww. I'm kidding, obviously. But I would have danced to such painful excess, just to highlight how awesome it was.
The Zoobombs closed the show, but because I'm a fucking idiot I left before they took the stage and jetted over to the Marquee to see In Flight Safety. This was a bad idea for two reasons:
1. It was not the Zoobombs.
1. It was In Flight Safety at 2 A.M.
Fighting to stay awake, I tried to understand the rationale of putting such a low-key bar band so late at night. I mean, In Flight Safety are a good band, but it was nothing like the almost hedonistic atmosphere of the Seahorse. Apart from the three drunken frat-type boys in front of me jumping up and down, most of the crowd just stood there (several ducked out during the set for cigarette breaks) and it was decidedly mellow, like we were all coming down for the night. They were called back out for an encore, at which point they played a cover of Midnight Oil's "Beds Are Burning", but let's face it, it was no Bon Jovi and did little to inspire an after-party atmosphere.
Moral of the story: more often than not, cheesy pop and new wave really is the only way to go.
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