While in various parts of Argentina someone has queued up virtually to get a ticket with a service that can give them access to a stadium where their favorite artist will perform in a few months, Dry wash closed his debut in Buenos Aires.
The cross-data, given that the English quartet closed its one and a half hour show with a classic format (voice, guitar, bass, drums + some occasional keyboard, horn or tambourine) without emitting any refrain, a few meters from the audience, no screens, no choreography or bracelets.
The type of show that, in addition to coming to the surface for the obvious aesthetic proposal, helps to visualize, by default, everything that sounds and resonates even when attending a concert.
an implosive talent
florence shaw, the singer with the literary name, is an imploding talent. She doesn’t move from her half square meter of her, and she behaves like a nineteenth-century poet. Hair between brown and red, straight and gabled hairstyle, red dress, experience the themes as if she were an Open Theater actress representing Beckett.
At most, he manages to touch his elbow with his hand. At the most extend the tongue inside the mouth until its cheek is convex. to the Sumothe band accompanies the playback post-punk as if genre were a universal language that transcends its time.
More than the woman: he doesn’t sing, he reflects. It refers. It is not a specific topic resource; throughout the show the Shaw appears to be possessed by the spirit of a BBC reporter conducting a program on social life and wildlife. He speaks, is that, of situations, intimate and daily thoughts.
Background? The acting of John Cale (written by Lou Reed) for elevation The present From The Velvet Dungeons or the transcendental abandonment of Grace Jones participating in the monotonous joy of Flash and the bread In walking in the rain.
And so, slip into one of those interior monologues, like the one in Anna calls from the Arcticthe last theme of the recital: “Nothing works, everything is dull and expensive and privatized / But thank God the box for sorting my shoes has arrived.”
a flawless band
Theirs is a prime time dimension, a footer that becomes relevant in the midst of the elasticity of an impeccable, ductile, attentive and passionate band. Sometimes, bassist Lewis Maynard He acts like he’s the frontman of a death metal band, and his looks help.
guitarist tom dowseInstead, he wears shorts and, in another contrast, denies that they are a neo-post-punk band due to the breadth, thickness and variability it gives to his instrument. Drummer, Nick Buxtonit does not accompany: it is central.
The show, if it were a football game, takes place at its own pace. There are no overflows or spikes or harangues, the intensity is broken down into climates, but when the musicians see that the local audience is capable of taking something riff-like and regurgitating it as a chorus, they revel and empower themselves on stage.
It happens a couple of times, one of them inside Meghan’s magicsome notes about Megan Markle (The Duchess of Sussex) entwined with the band’s nervous electricity: ‘You got engaged the day I moved in. It’s okay, she’s a bomb, perfectly suited for the part. Messages from the audience: ‘Thanks for all that what are you doing, we love you. You’re just what England needs, you’ll change us.”
And remember: a festival can also be like this, with only one band, on a Tuesday evening, distinguishing at a glance even the brand of beer that the singer drinks, for all the senses. Ergo: the right to be public without being held hostage.
Source: Clarin
