Le Tigre and Electrelane
St. Andrews Hall
Sure, Le Tigre preach to the choir so what? In todays depressingly conservative climate, the choir could definitely use some preaching. So its not surprising that the political, electro-punk party thrown by the New York City trio Johanna Fateman, former Bikini Kill shouter Kathleen Hanna and JD Samson turned St. Andys into a sea of aerobicizing ladies, fags and sympathizers of all ages. Because really, where else can you cut a rug to songs that big-up butch dykes and feminists, shout down Dubya, and make the fight for equal rights sound like a dance-floor free-for-all? From the moment they opened with On the Verge, off last falls This Island, to the encore of Deceptacon, Le Tigre whose matching outfits, synchronized dances and tight-knit camaraderie nodded to girl groups of yore showered mad love on an audience used to being ignored and pushed to the margins.
Hopefully Le Tigres devotees didnt expect similar inclusiveness from openers Electrelane. Forgoing the more accessible material from 2004s brilliant The Power Out for a largely instrumental set culled from their recent Axes, the arty British quartet left much of the audience looking befuddled and bored. And while Electrelane neednt have pandered to crowd expectations with their droning, intricately crafted post-punk, it was hard not to think they were going out of their way to be difficult. They ditched anything resembling a chorus, ignored the crowd and barely utilized singer-keyboardist Verity Susmans engaging, woman-on-the-verge vocals. Jimmy DraperJimmy Draper writes about music for Metro Times. Send comments to email@example.com