I am drenched in sweat and high on adrenaline. Just cycled home from the Girls gig at the Lexington. Frickin’ hell, man. One of the best gigs I’ve been to. Not just in a long time. Ever.
I’d been listening to the record a lot (called Album, out Sept 28th) and read this eye-opening interview with singer/songwriter Christopher Owens a couple of days ago. All exciting/intriguing – but I had no idea they were going to be so mind-blowingly good live.
It’s partly to do with Owen’s stage presence, the way he swerves from wide-eyed sincerity to screwed up lips and goofy delivery, as if he’s shyly poking fun at the gooey lyrics. They are terminally romantic – beautiful in their simple, heartfelt innocence. It’s also a lot to do with the wall of reverb sucking you under, drowning out the daily grind and whirling you away to somewhere – anywhere – else.
And that’s the thing with Girls. The dreaming is infectious. You can’t help but get caught up in the romance of it all, in the wanting, in the yearning, in the loving. It was just a complete thrill from start to finish. Go see them. Do. I even bought a t-shirt. Fuck it, I didn’t pay to get in or for the album (I like my job) and this is a band that deserves supporting. Hell yeah.