About halfway through Delorean's fine performance on Saturday night at Dada, the cue for the lone working bathroom was about 10 people deep. Seems some rowdy, drunken female had cracked the tank of the toilet in the lady's bathroom on the previous evening. The resulting snafu was less bothersome due to the fact that only about 100 people came out for Delorean.
Those who did brave the cooling temperatures were treated to a great set of danceable indie pop. These four dudes from the Basque region of Spain had the small throng engaged from the get go. Playing songs primarily from the band's last two full-lengths, 2010's Subiza and last year's Apar, Delorean didn't seem to mind the smallish turnout. Indeed, Ekhi Lopetegi and crew seemed happy to just be on stage.
The same couldn't be said for one of the scheduled opening acts. Seems a virus took out a couple of members of England's Until the Ribbon Breaks. That left Dallas' own Datahowler to warm up the crowd. And Ross Edman's one-man band did a great job of creating dense and lengthy soundscapes that got better as the set lingered on.
At about half past 10, Delorean took the stage and began doing an amazing impression of New Order. Acknowledged by the band as its main influence, the music of New Order invades just about every aspect of Delorean. The ebb and flow of synths and drums, the clever guitar flourishes and the whispered vocals all point to a New Order infatuation that borders on plagiarism.
However, sounding quite a bit like another band, even a semi-legendary one, is no crime. And where the songs of New Order's Bernard Sumner featured lyrics that were often poetic, Lopetegi's words are simply additions to the overall sonic web. On such Delorean songs as "Seasun," "Spirit" and "Stay Close," the (intermittent) lyrics hardly matter at all. They are window dressing on a very pleasing, foot-tapping cocktail. Perhaps due to the fact that English is the band's second or third language, the words are used for the sound they make, not the meaning they may provide.
Delorean also do without a lot of the studio wizardry that dominates the band's albums. Gone are the massive (female) vocal overdubs. On stage, they are not replaced and such is the true beauty of Delorean. Despite being obviously imitative, the band does its thing with such flair and energy that it is easy to forgive the obvious transgressions.
Most in attendance were more worried about getting into the bathroom than about Delorean's debt to New Order. Said crowd heard a dance/pop act on top of its game, a fine band playing fine music, music that richly deserves more than 100 people listening to it on a Saturday night.