There is no youtube; there is only the drive there. The mystery and intrigue have wrought you into a nervous wreck: the warm-up only exacerbates the issue, but the half hour of set up and intermission tunes is soothing. Silence. Then the booming drone of Junior Parker that never ends; the anticipation is absurd. Smoke drifts from the stage through a pulsating glow, and a humming seeps below, growing into a screeching synthesiser loop. With every second and ambient cymbal swells the terrifying suspense. And the moment arrives: the ground shakes, the stage comes to life, and numbers flash all across the walls; six times rings the chant, seven. The intensity mounts and a giant light blinds you: here we go.
Everything falls out of place, and you are swallowed by a barrage of sound, the dancer's call to arms. Looking up, you see a swirl of hair and exotic yellow sunglasses; this mass clutches the MPC, and a snare drum impossibly flares out louder and louder; then shakes again the ground. Squelches fire off into the room, and the beat is stripped bare. "MUSIC" -- there's a gun in your face.
The 1999 show was truly a work of art, despite what Frans (and I think paulie?) might claim. Surrender is their third album -- every song performed is played beyond its entirety. And with each show the drama is refined and made more profound.
As wickedly awesome as the current show may be, it's really not necessary to play every song, albeit in shortened form. Six albums in? Surprise everybody. Reinvigorate panic! With the advent of youtube, bit torrent and flickr, the setlist and timing are no longer so mysterious. Change it up; mess us up?
1999 ROCKED THE BLOCK