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Wolf Parade, Think About Life

Posted by John / October 19, 2005

I remember when Wolf Parade's Dan Boeckner looked like a 14-year-old no matter how much he chain-smoked and no matter how desperate and jittery he looked with each strum of the guitar. After last night, I declare him to have graduated into adulthood. He still looks a bit too much like a teenage Iggy Pop, but his aura on stage is all his own. All snarling fury and rock n' roll woundedness. He looks so tortured and feral that you want to buy him some soup. Or maybe you want someone else to buy him some soup.

I will say that the August (?) show at Main Hall was a bit tighter and generally better sounding, but for a band that was once consistently inconsistent, comparing those two shows is like nitpicking over two things of almost equal excellence. Hell, though, let's nitpick. Contrary to some opinions that I've read, I found that the band rushed through Dear Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts. Which is maybe understandable given that, with so many layers of ragged melody and that everyperson la-la-la chorus, it's surely the song that's going to attract the most frat boys and chumps. They seemed tired of it already, and the double-time rendition to me sounded like a band trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.

If they're never going to be a band comfortable with having 'hits,' they were still gracious enough to play all of the songs that everyone wanted them to play. But incendiary versions of We Build Another World and I'll Believe In Anything (possibly the night's highlight) surely won over those audience members predisposed only to the more radio-friendly stuff, and some other renditions (including an unreleased song I can't remember the name of) verged on the kind of spacey prog that just might keep some of the frat boys and chumps away.

Right, so if Boeckner seems like the real dangerous deal, and if keyboardist Spencer Krug's arched eyebrows and, like, utter devotion to the microphone seem so wildly compelling, then what to say about Think About Life? Some day I'll write an essay about this topic, but for now let me just say that I'm seeing more and more bands these days with crazy stage antics, and I rarely buy it. We're so crazy! We're jumping around and falling down! We got drunk or high before our show! We're totally out of it! If I have to have one more conversation about authenticity and contrivance after a show (which beats conversations about punctuation) well, I won't mind, because those conversations are fun.

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Sara / October 20, 2005 at 10:16 am
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damn you, macfarlane! don't knock post-show conversations about punctuation until you properly learn to hate the oxford comma.
Sara / October 20, 2005 at 10:16 am
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damn you, macfarlane! don't knock post-show conversations about punctuation until you properly learn to hate the oxford comma.

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