Went to see Jape again in Crawdaddy last night. No fruit was flung, many songs were sung, some weren’t sung at all but merely banged out with all the unselfconscious aplomb of Scooter covering lo-fi indie rock. I like Jape. He pulled a strange crowd too. Definitely older than the average Crawdaddy gig crowd, but it was Friday and I suppose the short-lived NME Ireland thing probably helped him in those quarters.
One person was clearly on ecstasy. She was blowing in the wind and making shapes in the air and generally raving it up for the whole gig, but scarily she smashed a pint glass and then didn’t notice that she was dancing barefoot on broken glass. She seemed happy enough though.
Jape-wise, Phil Lynott the song is still ridiculous to anyone who doesn’t worship the name of Phil Lynott, but At The Heart Of All This Strangeness (I think that’s the title – the only other soft one) was really good, and had the Friday night crowd shushing each other. Haunting stuff, and a really unusual chord in there somewhere.
Floating was banging. It’s just instant gratification, alternative pop at its best. He has a couple of those, not so good but on the way. And he has a couple of ones where the lyrics render the song unlikeable. That’s the trade-off when you’re working on that kind of level of honesty, that sort of conversational thing.
It can go terribly wrong, like when it’s about Phil Lynott (sorry! Comedy song!), but the first lines of Floating are poetry.
We took our first pill when the music was shit.
We said “Fuck dancing all night”, but then we did it.
FIRST USE OF BLOCKQUOTE FUNCTION. Good gig.