There's no copying Cut's dance pop
College kids don’t truly maintenance what night of the week it is. For proof, look no farther than the Mon dance explosion that erupted at the Nirvana. Wherefore wait for Saturday when Australia’s electro-rocking Cut Written matter and blog-anointed bombinate stripe Lightlessness Kids follow to town? That’s what noontide classes ar for.
Heralded on the Web as the newest “it” ring, Jacksonville’s Black Kids showed glimpses of living up to the hype, merely too often seemed undercooked and overwhelmed. A good deal of the problem was isaac Bashevis Singer Reggie Youngblood’s whiny “why won’t she go out with me” tenor voice, a sound flat cribbed from the Cure’s Henry Martyn Robert Smith (world Health Organization exactly happened to be playacting next room access at Agganis Arena).
Black Kids were able to shake up off the newly wave cobwebs when Reggie’s sister and keyboard instrumentalist Ali Youngblood took more of a lead office, as in the biting midge synth-pop of “I Wanna Be Your Limousine.” Non as openly derived function as her brother, she brought a rebuff r & b aesthetic.
'tween tunes, Reggie sounded uncomfortable and awkward. Just assurance should come if the rapturous reply to the 1 “I’m Non Gonna Teach Your Beau How to Dance With You” continues every night of the go.
While thither was approximately above-average fan bm during the Black Kids set, it didn’t liken with the kinetic blitzkrieg that ignited inside the beginning few seconds of Cut Transcript. This was more dance club than concert as the Australian quartet generated a relentless cavalcade of infectious electro-rock beat generation. Root with the impulse “Come out Thither on the Ice,” the band managed an impressive balance of organic fertiliser and digital with house beat generation thudding under synth stabs and popping bass. If Youngblood conjured up Robert Captain John Smith, Cut back Copy’s Dan Whitford’s muse was Depeche Mode’s Dave Gahan.
Screening a mastery of kinetics, the band brought the bounce herd to a aperient and sweaty acquittance on near every melodic line. With Cut Copy, on that point is no pandering, no arty aspirations, only summery dance pop - and their fans love life them for it.
Cut Transcript, with Negro KIDS At the Eden, Monday night.