Gaffaweb >
Love & Anger >
1986-11 >
[ Date Index |
Thread Index ]
[Date Prev] [Date Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next]
From: mayer
Date: Thursday, July 10, 1986 11:47:30
Subject: Public Image Limited at the Warfield Theater in SF 6/2/86
I have wanted to see PiL for a while. The last time I saw Johnny Rotten performing was with the sex pistols back in London in 1977. I was 13. I've often been told to check out PiL.... "they're intense" .... I was told. THEY were right. THEY often are. Opening band sucked donkey dicks. I can't remember their name, but they do that stupid semi-rap song "We Care Alot" that I had the misfortune of hearing the night after seeing PiL at Club DNA in SF. Anybody know who these clowns are so I can be sure to miss them next time? PIL: Yowza! The show started off slow with the band playing some Led Zeppelin tune and Johnny howling. It all comes full circle y'know. Johnny Lydon, a.k.a. Johnny Rotten, was doing it as a reaction to the purple acid haze left by the sixties and found in Led Zeppelin's music. And now PiL is churning out their own version of postpunk acid-haze. Pil, why, they're the Grateful Dead of punk! Cult-followed since the demise of punk (whenever that happened), Pil, has that "old band" feel that you only get out of really practised bands like the Dead, or like Siouxsie and the Banshees. And besides, everything PiL does on album is shit. Just like the dead. But they sure give good concerts. Just like the dead. The band itself puts you in a high-tech acid haze brought on by lots of digital delays on the voice, guitar synthesizers... a mean bass line churned out by some natty looking black dude playing a steinberger really drove the music. The overall effect was a whirling dervish of sound that sounded like King Crimson meets Ravi Shankar. The Indo-rock aspect of the music was really unmistakeable when the guitar player brought out some four string indian thang (well, it wasn't a sarod, sitar, or tamboura, as far as I can tell) that sounded like the high end of a sitar. And the bass player at times could have been playing a sarod. They both seemed to be plugged into a sounds effects machine that seemed to give mached digital efxts between the guitar and the bass.... so that pitch-shifting modulations of the harmonics of the bass and guitar seemed to be synchronized.... both the guit and bass stayed in tune with each other despite the wide pitch modulations caused by the harmonizer-delays. It seems like they were feeding the guitar and bass sounds to a synth. Its hard to describe. It sounds really nice. Makes you want to melt. Ok, so what about Johnny? well, he was simply this incredible stage presense. If you're into ascerbic english fellows of extreme pallor and egomaniacal tendencies, then you'd probly like Johnny's stage presence. Some fuckwad had a flashback to '77 and thought it cool to spit on Johnny, which prompted a nasty "You little bastard" from Lydon and audience applause. As far as stage prescience goes... well I was fucking overwhelmed at about 10 feet away from Lydon in the really-mild-thrash-pit-consisting-of-mostly-kids-from-milpitas. Hopefully the rest of the audience notices Lydon's energy else half the show is gone. The result. A bunch of intense musicians, with a ex. Sex Pistols member thrown in for free to provide "test-of-time-respectability". So there. Niels Mayer (mayer@hplabs.hp.com) Hewlett Packard Laboratories.