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2019
Interpol, Morrissey
BB&T Pavilion - Camden, NJ
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Hated It --> Loved It --> Loved It --> Hated it
First time seeing Morrissey, whom I've loved since The Smiths but never really paid attention to his touring. Besides, all my ticket budgets over the years have been spent mostly on Dead, Phish, and an occasional festival.
The opening band was Interpol. To my ears, they are AWFUL. Horrible, three-chord, plodding, all-alike songs. Vocals drowned out by distortion; two singers singing everything in unison, like ABBA; no harmonies, no melodic interplay. I hated it. Sorry, not sorry.
But I LOVED the videos they projected between the bands. A large screen over the stage showed old clips of rock performances from the 50s through the present; some in different languages: Spanish, Russian, Italian. Some of these were in the so-bad-they're-good vein; and some were campy, like one that looked 1968-ish of an old Italian man with great stage presence. There were also some Ramones, an Elvis impersonator, David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust, some Creole and more. I assume Morrissey curated this collection of performances. It was totally cool and I enjoyed it majorly.
One video truly knocked me over -- a recent-looking performance by a band I couldn't identify from Spain or South America with a female singer who looked nervous. She wore an evening gown, had bright red roses in her hair, stood stock-still, hands over her belly-button. She BELTED out a song that must have been a hit based on the audience's reaction in the video. Sounded like a rueful love song or breakup song. Understood almost none of the lyrics; was flattened by her voice.
Then Morrissey and his band hit the stage. They opened the set with The Smiths' biggest hit, "How Soon Is Now." He sang a handful of Smiths tunes, several covers, and a lot from his solo albums. He's fun to watch - part performance artist, part lounge crooner; part glam rocker; part poet. But, being Morrissey, it's all Gloom and Doom and Woe Is Me... yet with healthy doses of clever, comedic lines and insights balancing the lyrics. ("Hairdresser on Fire"; "Suedehead"; "If You Don't Like Me, Don't Look At Me.") Overall, the show was great and I loved it.
But I hated what he "curated" for the end. The band walked offstage; there was a drum solo; and I thought there was an encore coming. No. But from the moment the drummer left, the big screen showed a 5-second, black and white loop of a man staring into the camera, lifting a gun to his head and killing himself. Over and over. I hope it was fake, but it looked real.
It was appalling and sickening, but I still thought there was an encore to come as I shielded my eyes. Instead after about three minutes of this loop, the lights came up. I hated that ending. Thank you, Morrissey, but what a horrible image to show. Sorry, not sorry.
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Saw Moz live twice. How was Interpol?
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To my ears, they are AWFUL. Horrible, three-chord, plodding, all-alike songs. Vocals drowned out by distortion; two singers singing everything in unison, like ABBA; no harmonies, no melodic interplay.
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I like Interpol. Was wondering how the live act is👍