OK, first to know is that to me Peter Murphy is THE alternative rock god. Hands down – more so than Robert Smith or Dave “Bat Rabies in my Eye” Gahan. I was surprised my awesome wifey could even find a ticket to his show last night, being that she bought it so late in the game. I thought for certain it would be a sell-out.
So how was the alt-rock god in the flesh?
For one, not even close to selling out. Shame on you, KC alt-rockers.
For two, there wasn’t quite the spectacle of old-school gothery I had expected. Lots of black t-shirts, plenty of dark eye makeup and lipstick…but only a few fully-customed children of the night.
For three, ’twas a very short set. Arrived at the Beaumont by 8:30 – Murphy got on probably close to 9 and I was home before 10:30.
For four, Murphy sounded great. Despite…
For five, having a totally nu-metal/grungy backing band. No joke. Every song had an escalated tempo and an overbearing STP-Flies-in-the-Vaseline-like guitar underpinning. Except for ‘Strange Kind of Love‘, where the Murphster broke out an acoustic and the band relaxed their heavy hands, the atmosphere was like listening to a Peter Murphy cover band. The music had no subtlety, no finesse, no glamour, no drama, no flair, no metaphor or mystique, and ultimately it seemed as though the band was simply going through motions.
When I got home, Sarah told me we were an early stop on the tour, so maybe they were still getting into it…
Nevertheless, I thank my partner-in-crime for hooking me up with a way-cool early b-day gift. I’m glad I got to hear Peter Murphy live (even if he didn’t play ‘Indigo Eyes’)
Speaking of which, I think I’ll leave you with that:
(Nothing pretty to look at – so just listen.)
UPDATE: Photos from Wayward Blog