kaiser chiefs, the walkmen, annuals @ roseland
last night, somehow priskiller convinced me to not do my taxes and instead go see kaiser chiefs, the walkmen and annuals at perhaps the worst venue in the city ever, roseland. throw in bob from extrawack and we had a rock'n'roll posse, sipping on some random creation of sprite and captain morgan that bob and priskiller dubbed "scurvy pirate," or "spirate" for short.
anyhoo, the sound was terrible and distorted and made it hard for me to pay attention to annuals, although i think they make great music. let me just say this is the weirdest bill ever. i kind of understand the walkmen and annuals together, but with kaiser chiefs? no way. and i was right.

the audience wasn't into the first two bands as they all looked kind of bored. the walkmen came on next and i scurried up front to try and take a photo. wasn't so successful so i just swayed to the music and listened intently to ham's familar growl. still love them. probably will love them forever.

kaiser chiefs exploded onto the stage and the crowd literally went wild. some girls were going crazy with "england" flags. the hodge podge of people there was mind boggling. old ladies were singing along to kaiser chiefs. frat dudes were fist pumping and their sorority girlfriends were grinding asses. 15 year olds were crowd surfing. and then there was my trio of bob, priskiller and myself - who knows what our motley crew looked like to everybody else. people were starting to make their way into the pit, and as i looked on, i instantly wished i was a lot drunker and a lot more british because no one should experience kaiser chiefs in a sober state. i liked all the hits, but the one kaiser chiefs i think is better than all the rest is "oh my god," because it's the only one that really applies to my life... although i must admit "i predict a riot" is pretty catchy as well.
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2 Comments:
For a show with such catchy, upbeat songs I'm amazed at how close I came to strangling someone with their sweaty England flag. Good thing I had someone's mom next to me to keep me in check. But it was a blast! No better way to say screw you, Amurrica by skipping out on taxes for Britpop.
And for the record, the Walkmen were kickass too, even though no one else at Roseland seemed to think so.
Next time, it's a three-rounds-of-scurvy-pirates minimum.
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