But kick-off shows can be crunchy.
While a city often puffs out its chest and delights at being chosen as the “the first night of the tour!”, it’s never the best time to see any band. Jet lag, discombobulation and frayed edges get smoothed over after a show or two, when muscle memory kicks in. But Day One is about tweaking and fiddling and making new indents in tour bus beds.
In Vancouver, singer Joe’s voice was coldy and ragged and he declared it so, right off the bat, but it hardly seemed to matter to the crowd. Alt-J are a pro outfit, and the extra harmonies, epic light shows and the layers layered over layers that make Alt-J the huge success they now are, covered any tracks.
Three weeks later, that was all gone. Alt-J stood in a haze of dry ice, in an open-air square at the foot of an arena in New Orleans, Louisiana, USA. And there was nary a flake of crunchy to be found. Joe’s falsetto, once again fully reinstated and complemented by keyboardist Gus Unger’s church-choir harmonies, moved well through opener “Intro”, through “Something Good”, around “Bloodflood” (both parts, flowing), into “Nara” and then leaving it, toward “Matilda”, and to the very last bark bark bark of what we all now call “Ripe & Ruin”. All sounded exactly as it should. If you removed the buzz of dudebros and college kids and discounted the NoLa humidity, it’d be like listening to their catalog at home, on a Bang and Olufsen stereo.
And we get the rockier moments, too. During “Every Other Freckle”, “Left Hand Free”, in the grit of “Fitzpleasure” and the shout of (HEY) “Taro”, the daquiri-drankin’ under-25 crowd punch the air with their cell phones and joy. This is in part due to Thom Green, whom I still consider one of the world’s best drummers, whose creative, cymbal-free style consistently propels his band into unique corners. But it’s also down to the fact that Alt-J haven’t been off the road for more than a blink in the last three years and delivering a consistent, reliable show is pretty much what Alt-J does. Something good? Oh something good, tonight. And most nights, really. \m/
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