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Wellllllllllll I got friends in low places.

High Places.

What they do is not so much performance as a sort of twisted midwifery to a very obscured and confused baby. Man playing very low-volume drum pads and a woodblock. Woman talking (not even backwards), or singing without enthusiasm. A table covered in wires acting as a barrier between uninterested band and uninterested crowd. There is no aspect of this that comes across better live than on record. In fact, the most impressive member of High Places, Sampler, would probably prefer not to tour at all.

The best thing High Places have ever done was appear on Bradford Cox’s video guide to the Pitchfork festival. And I don’t even like Bradford Cox. May this band go away soon, and may their mp3s languish unheard in the mysterious ether of a thousand hard drives till the Great Computer Virus of the Future removes them from recorded history.

No catchy bits. Even their “one good song” was drowned in its own self-conscious muck. This is a totem pole made of its own hype, and it should never be given the twelve euro tribute I foolishly gave it.

High White Deer

The ground’s been covered by others already, and I’ve fallen into the bad habit of writing way too much about everything, so I’m going to do one sentence reviews of all the bands from the Future Days festival, which was a good night in general.

High Places – Their one good song was good, if just as muddy as everything else.
White Williams – Shite Williams
Deerhunter – I wanted to like them, but they did not grab me.
Dan Deacon – The best holiday entertainer ever, and my vote for world-wide funmaker.
Jape – Tried bit hard at the start, before busting out the perennially great Floating and sliding easily and brilliantly to the finishing line.

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