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For his part, Gibb resists agreeing that his delivery is restrained in some way, but does allow that he's "too busy playing guitar and singing" to work up much of the excitement we've come to expect from front men of rock bands. "There's not a lot of breaks where I don't sing," he says. "A lot of times I'm singing, like, really a lot—there's lots of words to remember, you know? And it just requires concentration, because I'm not that great of a musician." Given his sure-handed control of the Hidden Cameras' raw yet ornate sound, that's likely just self-deprecation. But even if he isn't a great musician, Gibb is something far more compelling in this age of thoughtlessly proficient indie rock: an idea man.
The Hidden Cameras perform Thursday, November 23, at Gypsy Tea Room.