Slow Burn

Multiple shows in the states have come and gone in the recent leg of the Gotye world tour. Some have occurred in historical spaces, others in small and aurally attenuated boxes doing minimal justice to the finely crafted sounds presented. Such seems the nature of art in motion.
Some listeners apparently came for a single song, reminiscent of the somewhat disappointing diaspora post-hit at Coachella earlier this year. Other listeners were dubious at first but soon awoke to the musical mastery of the performance. Still others, like myself and my 'colleagues in commitment,' came to absorb the raw interpretations of the music we have come to adore amongst our all-time favorites.
From whimsy to romance to blunted anguish and back, the set sweeps across a gamut of all-too recognizable emotion. There's nothing especially spectacular about the show-not in the giant martini olive ethos of U2 a'la Pop Mart tour and the like. Yes there are clever and engaging visuals, and the occasional (and joyful) frenetics of the band as they bound about the stage to shift from one instrument to the next. But the performance feels more parsimonious and soft, like the hypnotic nature of the music itself. Even the most uppity and energized songs take on an entirely gentle and lovable tone, prompting one to enjoy the music without a sense of reckless abandon. It's as though Wally and co. are engaging the listener in a conversation-about self-doubt, self-reflection and profound self-awareness. It may not be a set conducive to the antics of tossed beach balls and the Depeche Mode-Rose Bowl en masse arm wave, but it enchants and enrapts and leaves the listener feeling entirely satisfied.

But enough of my ranting-have some others' instead. They are apparently 'professionals' of that field. Enjoy!

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~~~Cheerio!~~~

c. Paige 2012