Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Acting as the Clientele's Clientele

If you didn’t heed my advice and attend the Clientele's show at the Earl last night, then you should be kicking yourself in the ass right now. I have been adamant about the magnificent content of their new album, Strange Geometry, for the past month now, so to get the chance to see them here in Atlanta was a remarkable luxury.

I wasn’t able to catch the first act, but I was able to catch Annie Hayden open up for the British trio with a set that was, as she described it, “quiet.” I was able to carry on a conversation through the entire set, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Her music was very chill and satisfying. I think it would’ve been more appropriate if I had been sitting down at a candlelit table gazing longingly into the eyes of someone of the opposite sex over a glass of wine, but slightly swaying in the smoky air of the Earl with a lager had to suffice, and it did. By the end of this lovely display of indie/acoustic sound, I was partially wishing I was at home crawling into a bed of sateen sheets in some oversized and super comfy pajamas, but in a good way.

After about a 45 minute pause between the bands, Alasdair MacLean came out onto the small stage and picked up an acoustic guitar to start off the recital with an older song from the catalog. He jumped right into it without much warning, and I was amazed to see the crowd (which wasn’t near as substantial as it should’ve been) inch forward effortlessly and cease all chattering completely to witness this threesome’s example of music. Alasdair switched up his guitar before the next song to the most stunning specimen I think I have ever seen up close and played Since K Got Over Me, which the audience was highly receptive to, since it’s the first single from the album. Over the course of the set, I found myself staring impolitely at the guitar, truly and utterly flabbergasted at the noise that was emitting from it. I haven’t ever heard anyone make riffs like that before. As clean as they were, they sounded quite edgy, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

They played about three or four other songs off the new album, like E.M.P.T.Y. and I Can’t Seem to Make You Mine, before closing up with an invitation from Alasdair to “couple up for the boy/girl dance” and a slow tune to follow. I think the highlights of the evening rested on the wit exemplified by MacLean, which I was unaware could be displayed so well by a Brit (except maybe for Hugh Grant), and the sheer fact that if I had sat in the back of the room with my eyes closed, I would’ve thought that someone was playing a mixed CD of songs by the Clientele because they were so dead on, something I am wholly fond of.
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