This event was odd. It was a Red Bull Soundstage event, which means that it was designed to showcase the openers. To get the free tickets, you had to create an account (you were supposed to link it to twitter and facebook) and post about the bands. I have a passing knowledge of Gemini Club, and I like them, so I posted about them. The openers then select the attendees, but I suspect everyone who went to the trouble got picked. I figured the audience would be one third fans of the openers and two thirds Metric fans who were hardcore enough to go to the trouble. I’m not sure what we got instead. There were a handful of girls excited about Metric, a lot of men who seemed barely conscious, and a smattering of hipsters. That was it. The venue wasn’t even full.
Gemini Club – I’ve been meaning to see them for a long time. They play electronic dance rock. It reminds me of The Delays or Elkland. I wonder where those bands are now? Anyway, it combines electronic noises and complex rhythms, both of which are things I like. Their lead singer fought to get the audience interested and won, which hardly ever happens. I should probably get their album, but I will definitely see their next local show.
Artificial Nocturne: Emily is wearing tiny shorts and a leather vest where the back is just gold chains. Can I be Emily when I grow up?
Youth Without Youth
Speed the Collapse
Dreams So Real: I like this version. Super electronic.
Empty: The thing I love about Emily Haines, and the thing that turns her from “lead singer” to “female icon” is the fact that she’s willing to get gross for rock and roll. She’s sweaty and she’s jumping around and, while she’s stunning, she’s also a reminder that we’re not here to be pretty and be looked at. We’re here for the music.
Help, I’m Alive
Synthetica: Metric is a very strange band for me, because it’s in the pantheon of bands where I like every album and I’m alone in my fandom. In the little slow cooker that is my head, these bands rattle around for years, until I start to feel like I can’t tell anyone that I care about them. It’s too personal and it means too much. So it was amazing when Lauren emailed to tell me about this show. It meant she was someone who might feel how I feel. Lauren and I agree that Emily is a stone cold badass. So we dance like nuts during this.
Dead Disco: The old diehards start to lose their mind on this one, but Metric ups the ante by dropping in bits of Old World Underground, Succexxy, and On a Slow Night during the bridge.
This is the end of the show proper. I kind of love a solid 60 minute show. They’re done before you can get bored or tired or thirsty or have to pee. I feel like 90 minutes is the max before the flesh starts to weaken.
Gold, Guns, Girls
Gimme Sympathy: Metric hasn’t had the easiest road, and, the first time I saw them five years ago, they clearly weren’t friendly with each other. Which is what made this so striking for me. They did this acoustic, just Emily and their guitarist, James Shaw. When we got to the repeating ending (“Come on baby play me something, like ‘Here Comes the Sun’”), the bassist, Joshua Winstead, and drummer, Joules Scott-Key, came back out to sing along with us, the house lights went up, and it was perfect, the sort of rousing ending that one generally associates with a farewell show or reunion tour. It left us all happy to go. That’s hard to accomplish.