Ever seen a rock concert performed by mental patients? It’s as energetic and unpredictable as it sounds. And it starts with a Disney symphony.
E’s dressed in all white, the band’s sporting beards, sunglasses and varying forms of headwear, and the show kicks off with the soft slow sounds of Grace Kelly accompanied by slide guitar.
After a few quiet tracks, the frenzy begins with hard fast explosions of the likes of Gone Man, and this how the concert moves on: Tender, sad and sweet then RAH! RAH! RAH hysteria. It’s the full spectrum of E’s emotions in the space of a set; including his own brand of humour.
Following his declaration “Fuck winter” we’re treated to his cover of Summer in the City, a helluva lot cooler than the original. We witness him air-guitar his maraca in Dog-Faced Boy. The crowd goes wild for Fresh Blood and Prizefighter, where the whole band freeze, a kooky silhouette in red light. What will come next?
It’s said that you don’t know what to expect from an Eels gig... maybe not specifically. E has rejected million dollar deals from advertising agencies and filmmakers; he’s fought hard to protect his work even from his own labels. Here is an artist who’s always true to himself, and that’s why you CAN expect that every show will be good. It’s 100% E and his kickass crew, including Koool G Murder on bass and Knuckles on the drums.
The Palace Theatre responded: different ages, interests and styles all dancing/ rejoicing (no shit, people singing with their eyes closed, arms flailing in the air) because they were experiencing a true artist LIVE; no gimmicks, no marketing strategy, just E being E, because he doesn’t know how to do it any other way.
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