The View - 5 Rebeccas

this monday i found a note saying that The Ettes are opening for the Kings Of Leon in a too huge venue. since it was already sold out i didn't need to worry whether or not i'd be willing to pay shitloads to see an opening band. but of course i was really disappointed, waiting for them to tour europe since i got their first record. after complaining for a while that i really want to see The Ettes but don’t care about the Kings Of Leon I got pointed out that the band has an additional club gig the next day. since it already was the next day when I got this message I cancelled all plans for the night and went home early to dress up.
i got in my tight black jeans, put on a black shirt and got my black dancing shoes all shiny. because dancing and shining was what i was up to.
unsure how many people might show up I went early to avoid a last minute heavy disappointment. i wasn’t the first one to arrive and a handful other early birds eyed me when i got in. but before the first opening act went on stage the place was packed, despite the torturing “skills” of the DJ.
the first opening act was a dude in corduroys and knitwear (from now on referred to as d.i.c.k.). and it was just the d.i.c.k. and his guitar crying about his amatory failures. is it just me or is there a flood of untalented dudes with a guitar and girl problems? anyway, the d.i.c.k. had a short set and left the stage to an irish guy with green sunglasses and a laptop. his first song was the same crap the d.i.c.k. just stopped producing, the second a little better and the third definitely his best. unfortunately there were at least 5 more to come.
since both were more on the quiet side and the club is known for not having loud bands I was a little scared that the show might turn into an acoustic set. it didn’t. it turned into the most genuine fuzzy garage punk that got me dancing and jumping and shaking from the first chord on and i couldn’t stop until the last note died away.
lately I found me asking myself if I got too old for that stuff but this night proofed that I might have grown older but not old.
a quality that also can be found in the new The View album: still loud but less chaotic than their debut, more witty than silly lyrics with a stronger scottish accent. it gets me dancing now while I’d have pogoed to first record. they definitely grew older, more adolescent now, but not wise yet.
and, to close the circle, they will be coming on tour as opening band for Mando Diao. crap!

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