Review by Darren Kerr
Photography by Rodney Gitzel
But first we have to bask in the lukewarmth of Muse, who take all the elements of pop that I like -- noisy, heavily-effected guitars, big, bad and bouncy drums and that cool "I'm choking on sentiment" voice -- and mold them into something dull and shapeless. The singer sounded like Brett Anderson, fey and nasally, and of course very British... sad thing is, these guys are from Miami. The guitars were total Corgan and Iha, with octave notes being the mode of the day. I quite liked the drummer who flogged the skins in the style of Ginger Baker or, to be more recent, Reef's Domenic Greensmith. I didn't like the band's set all that much, though, because I'll be damned if I could distinguish any one song from any other song.
Space, on the other hand, put on an incredibly strong show. They opened with the keyboard-driven guitar-stomper "Me and You vs. the World" and never let up until the last encore, which was, er, "Me and You vs. the World."
You could not tear your eyes from the stage, and even the fidgety stared transfixed by the lads from Liverpool. Singers Tommy and James were very charismatic. The former had a presence like Keith Moon drunk on clockwork orange, lunging forward and leaping all over the place, all the while his voice never wavering. The latter elicited a cool bohemian quality with his hat barely above his eyes and shocks of curly red hair hanging out. "We're not English. We're scouses, scouses come from Venus," he said lasciviously, tongue firmly in cheek.
It's hard to put into words just how good this show was. Franny, the keyboard player, was grinning like a cheshire cat. It is his synth lines which provide colour and atmosphere, especially in tonight's rendition of "Neighbourhood," which featured his eerie science fiction theremin-type sounds. Near the conclusion, he was given the spotlight all to himself as the rest of the band left the stage, leaving him to perform their sole true techno song "Growler." Talking indecipherables through his headset microphone, Franny was a moon-faced DJ serving up the break beats.
The crowd really got into the show -- I didn't even write any notes because I was too busy dancing like everyone else -- and the band fed off that energy. "Dark Clouds" felt like an 80's classic with its chorus projecting big around the room. "No One Understands" and "Voodoo Roller" rocked hard with drummer Andy's snare and tom dexterity; in fact, Andy was rock solid throughout the whole set. After two encores (including, by request, the opening song again, played with even more verve and vigour than before), people left the Starfish drenched in sweat and their musical appetites totally sated.
Screw the whole Oasis vs. Blur dogfight and get yerself a copy of Spiders, 'cause Space are the shit... really!
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