Vampire Weekend, Bruce Mason Centre, Auckland - live review
Vampire Weekend, Bruce Mason Centre, Auckland
Reviewed by: Lukas Clark-Memler
On Thursday April 29th, Auckland was hit with a potent dosage of Vampire Fever. This wasn’t due to an early screening of the latest instalment in the Twilight saga – though the throngs of high-pitched barely-pubescent girls could have made you believe otherwise. No, the frenzy was caused by none other than New York-based indie rock sensations, Vampire Weekend. Hot off the release of their much-awaited and hyped sophomore album, Contra, Vampire Weekend decided to make the long trip down under, and graced our shores for the first time ever.
Vampire Weekend is unquestionably an acquired taste. Many said that their debut was simply an over-ambitious imitation of Paul Simon's Graceland, penned by a crew of post-collegiates far too convinced that they're clever and quirky, with a presumably superficial understanding of the African sounds they were stealing. And the band's preppy smugness undoubtedly rubbed many people the wrong way. So Vampire Weekend seem limited to a small group of listeners. People who enjoy music with lyrics that may require a dictionary to decipher; music that features rhythms from around the world - in short, Vampire Weekend appeals to an audience of intelligent and cultured individuals – and a few young girls that think the Brooklyn boys are ‘so’ hot.
And this was more than evident at Thursday’s gig. Loafers, button-up shirts, clean-shaven faces and well coiffed hair, and the odd ironic pair of clear lens glasses – Vampire Weekend’s audience for the most part resembled that of front-man and guitarist, Ezra Koenig. In fact many times I heard overtly eager girls gushing, “oh my god, you look just like Ezra” - but perhaps this was just a pickup line.
The doors opened a half an hour late and the excitement in the air was infectious. I took up a position towards the front of the stage, and then began the long wait. I chatted to a few people, made a few new friends, and subtlety tried to push my way forward. Unfortunately this endeavour was in vain due to a line of girls who had made it in before everyone else. One audience member next to me tried to secure his spot, by reaching out and grabbing onto the front barrier. He was forced to let go, after his hand was scratched, mauled and yes, bitten by the feisty youngsters. Vampire fever is a maddening condition after all.
Finally the opening act casually set up on stage, and proceeded to perform a unmemorable and sub-par selection of songs. Knives at Noon, a Dunedin alt-electro outfit, were far too under-qualified for this position and their inexperience showed. Though their interesting blend of synth-rock did evoke some audience engagement.
And then Vampire Weekend showed up.
Greeted with deafening applause and insane yells of adoration, clean-cut Ezra, seemed rather surprised at the response. A huge screen-printing of Contra’s album art, the passive and slightly hazy face of a Ralph Lauren adorned woman, was lowered down from the ceiling, and the band began.
They were preppy, gangly, and boyish, yet looked completely comfortable onstage. There was much debate in the crowd as to which song Vampire Weekend would open with; opinions were wildly varied - yet the majority of us hoped that the band would choose multi-textured Afro-pop joy, ‘White Sky.’ Our prayers were answered, and as Ezra launched into the falsetto yelps, all worry that the band would not live up to all the hype, vanished immediately.
It’s hard to say which songs stood out the most: From ‘I Stand Corrected,’ to audience favourite, ‘Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa,’ (complete with its Peter Gabriel namedrop), Vampire Weekend sounded well oiled, happy to be there and utterly brilliant.
‘A-Punk,’ arguably Vampire Weekend’s most mosh-able tune, was met with massive approval and installed a ruthless and reckless abandon in even the most docile of audience members. ‘One (Blake's Got A New Face)’ underlined Koenig's incomprehensible yet meticulously calculated lyrical style - fusing together words into sentences that, when strung together rarely make any sense to anybody except him. Ezra writes lyrics that would serve him very well in a game of Scrabble – they would be cloying if not sung with such relish.
‘Taxi Cab’ saw bassist, Chris Baio, exchange his Rickenbacker for a cello, and had drummer, Chris Tomson, banging on an electric drum pad – this led to an electrifying and hypnotic experience. And the baroque keyboard progressions of ‘M79’ payed homage to the band’s classical influence. Ezra introduced Contra’s most raucous number, ‘Cousins,’ as “a song about a very important group of people.” Despite clocking in at barely 2 minutes, ‘Cousins’ had the whole crowd bouncing along to the frenetic surf-pop guitar runs.
Another highlight was the exceptionally deft segue between ‘Campus’ and grammatically themed, ‘Oxford Comma.’ As the closing notes of Campus suddenly turned into the very familiar piano chords of ‘Oxford Comma’ the elation level in the audience went up a full level. But then the band ended rather suddenly with Ezra simply stating, “That’s all.”
Of course barely seconds after the band’s exit, a chant of “we want more” and “encore” erupted from the crowd. And so Vampire Weekend returned and played an extremely satisfying encore of ‘Horchata,’ ‘Mansard Roof’ and finisher, ‘Walcott.’
All in all it was an excellent and unforgettable night that, save for one crowd-surfer turned stage-intruder, went according to plan. As Ezra graciously exited the stage, he left us all hopeful when he said “see you soon” – I for one certainly hope so.
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nice review and sick band.
I play the double bass, and that dude from Vamp Weekend was playin a cello.
And dont worry about the hataz lukas. Good review man!
great review man.
Really well written.. the gig was amazing. Those Vampire boys really know how to put on a show!
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