Sunday night was glorious. I went to the highly anticipated Cut Copy show at the Bluebird Theater. I was in total and complete heaven. Mainly when Cut Copy was on.
The opening band was, as my friend Venus put it, “like High School Musical on acid.” But not in a good way. In a very, very annoying way. This band was Matt & Kim. And they were insatiably irritating. Pounding away on her snare, high hat and floor tom was Kim, whose drumming abilities are clearly limited. Essentially she sounded like a 5 year old hammering away on her Sears drum kit. And, just like a 5 year old, had a giant (and obviously drug-induced) smile glued onto her face the entire set. Matt, who clearly must have sniffed up some of the other good stuff Kim was digging on, spent most of the time plunking out sophomoric melodies on his synth, while occasionally jumping up onto it, ala Jerry Lee Lewis. In between songs, babies Huey kept chatting away at each other and the crowd. I just kept thinking to myself, “What happened to the days when kick-ass bands could only be kick-ass because they knew how to play, not perform?” Then I imagined a legend like Keith Moon or Jimmy Hendrix watching these two tards, and started to laugh to myself.
Finally, Cut Copy took the stage. Four skinny Australian dudes with unkempt facial hair and clear musical ability. They totally and completely rocked. No antics, no cute little comments between songs. Just the gorgeousness that is Cut Copy.
The crowd was crazy for them – everyone was dancing and yelling, jumping and clapping. Darren, Venus and I could feel the floor move up and down underneath us. While I really enjoyed seeing the show in an intimate setting like the Bluebird, a part of me wished it was in an outdoor venue. Maybe it was the part of me that was sweating profusely. I’m not sure.
They sounded very similar to how they sound on their albums, which was awesome. Here are some snapshots I took, unfortunately with my iPhone, as I left my real camera at home (poopy).




