Audio By Carbonatix
Better Than: Staying at home and watching the Dallas Cowboys trade away their only Day One draft pick.
There were three bands on the bill, but the night belonged completely to garage rock duo The Kills on Saturday at the Granada.
And, it must be noted, the opening acts did little to convince anyone otherwise.
First off was Nashville duo, The Magic Wands,
which featured dual guitars and vocals over a backing track of white
noise and atmospheric dance beats. While the sounds coming from the
stage were technically decent, the noises emanating from the guitars
didn’t add much to the overall mix. And to exacerbate the band’s lack of stage
presence, the two-piece performed most of its set with next to no
stage lighting after consistently requesting the lights be lowered
after its first three songs.
Reformed Brit rockers The Horrors had a much more polished set, yet
this band too was unable to win over the majority of the near-capacity
Granada crowd. The wall of sound the band created felt more preoccupied
with creating moods than songs (think an angrier/more goth-sounding
Joy Division). And although it was a fairly insignificant moment, the
highlight of the band’s set was still when frontman Faris Badwan
accidentally unplugged one of the monitors and then proceeded to
wrestle with the unwilling soundman who crawled out to fix it.
From the moment Alison “VV” Mosshart and guitarist Jamie “Hotel” Hince
of The Kills strutted onto the stage, however, the entire energy of the
room became more electric. The venue’s flyer promoting the show compared the band’s sound to
the White Stripes, but in this version, Meg has traded in her drum kit
for a drum machine, leaving her free to step out front and kick the
collective ass of the unsuspecting audience–which Mosshart did
habitually. And while Hince’s guitar-playing is not necessarily all that
similar to Jack Whites, it should still be considered just as
innovative, as he was able to evoke sounds of car motors and gunfire at
different points in the set.
In the boy’s club of garage-punk frontmen, Mosshart successfully
proved she belonged on Saturday night, continually switching between
seductiveness and ferocity during songs, and pacing the floor
broodingly in between them. Both she and Hince were well-practiced
showmen who had little trouble commanding the audience’s attention with gritty guitar tones and fabulous gyrations throughout the all-too-brief set.
In short, the band’s name says it all: On Saturday at the Granada, Mosshart and Hince simply killed.
Critic’s Notebook
Random Note: I overheard one woman who was equal parts pissed and
jealous when Allison Mosshart lit up on stage as the rest of the
crowd was forced to smoke its cigarettes outside.
