The Pains by Neil Pinnell
The Pains of Being Pure At Heart
By Mick Conmy
Read the review of the NY band when they played at The Jericho Tavern.
New York’s finest The Pains of Being Pure At Heart played Oxford’s local temple to indie shoegazing music, The Jericho Tavern this week, at a sell out show of supreme bubble gum fizziness. It’s The Big Apple at its very best, they talk like Woody Allen, sound like The Ramones and look like the Velvet Underground.
They sold out bigger venues in London and across Europe, so never again will they squeeze onto a stage the size of a baseball glove playing cosy rooms above pubs again. We were lucky to be in this place at this time.
Speaking to Kip in the beer garden beforehand, it was like he has swallowed the encyclopaedia of rock music history and on stage regurgitates it as perfect pop melodies played through a fuzzbox on maximum reverb. Kip plays the guitar The Jesus and Mary Chain way, on uppers rather than downers. A wall of thrashing pacy sound envelopes the contemplative audience, all gazing at their Converse’s pondering sociology tutorials. They have the tautness and togetherness only constant touring yields.
The lyrics are unimportant and unintelligible but hey who cares when they sound this good and look this good. Skinny is the new black. Cheekily they encored with a few bars of “Creep”, but admitted beforehand to be big fans of our own Ride and Supergrass.
The Pains are sassy, streetwise and simply sensational live. See them in a stadium shortly.
last updated: 15/06/2009 at 11:09
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