Liars : Fuck
McCarren Park Pool
July 20, 2008
Written by Matt Boyd
Photographed by Amy Davidson
Photo: Angus Andrew of Liars
McCarren Park pool was a bed of embers in Sunday’s
sun. Anywhere not shaded (nowhere was really shaded)
people were sporting the slow, wobbly walk you walk
when you’re heat-stroke chokin’ down
beers and whiskies and the air is nuclear fire.
Monday just around the corner, it sounds like a
good time and place for a rock show!
Team Robespierre made the crowd very excited. Hot,
saw-toothy waves came oscillating out of their synthesizers
as rotten, snotty wordplay came out of their vocalizers.
New punk, they call themselves, and, well, alright.
Young and snotty a la the Beastie Boys, that’s
going on, along with a few nods of homage to the
delivery of Ministry and Chicks on Speed.
The boys descended from the stage and climbed the
barriers between the photo pit and the crowd to
perform in the close quarters of musical wetworks.
Where wetworks is close fighting with a lot of blood,
musical wetworks would be close singing and dancing
with a lot of sweat and party residue.
Fuck Buttons were next. They’re from the
UK, and it took a long time for someone to figure
out how to turn them off! I wonder when they will
go back to England.
|Angus Andrew of Liars
||Angus Andrew of Liars
Headliners Liars did that monstrous thing they
do and channel through lanky frontman Angus Andrew.
Probably no band, with the exception of Sonic Youth,
has so well or so successfully straddled the line
between charismatic boy band and underground noise
kings to such admirable fame. As the noise compositions
and the occasional song where the rock beats seemed
to come out played backwards were crossed off the
setlist, Andrew menaced and delighted the crowd
with his animated delivery, a pink be-shirted choreography
not unlike the motions of an anthropomorphic World
Trade Center directing traffic as it burns.
Liars is a band beyond with a terrible and hypnotic
sway. That’s all there is to say.