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* with Delphic
+ with Keane
Take the vocal melodies of gawky Sunderland oddballs the Futureheads, add the precision, snare heavy drumming of Oxford Math-rockers Foals. Smother with 80s influences and cover with a damp dish cloth. Leave in a warm dark place to rise for a little while. Dust with a generous helping of zeitgeisty essence art school and you’re ready serve.
The baking imagery starts to fall apart however when you realise that Everything Everything are more than just the some of their influences. A genuinely decent band in their own right, good for them.
Also, I forgot to mention cooking times, and nobody likes eating raw dough.
The lights go down. Fat, sweaty, balding thirty-somethings tilt their heads and back and point at the sky like they truly believe that the band which they are watching is in any way special or interesting. It’s time for Delphic.
I am genuinely confused. Is this really the band which every one is talking up to be the next big thing? The one who’ve bagged themselves heavy rotation on the playlists of alternative radio stations up and down the UK?
I turn to my companion, she looks bored. I turn my gaze stageward and am temporarily blinded by a flash of retina scorching neon. Delphic are coming to the end of their third number, a theremin is produced, and whilst it whoops and wails its approval, they cobble together a rhythm track so powerful that I am temporarily suckered into feeling something. They hit their stride.
“This is it, the second dawn of rave!” I think “Hell, the sun is shining outside, this could even be the next summer of love”.
The song ends. They plough through another 40 minutes of sub-pendulum dance plod, taking everything wrong with indie music in 2010 and carelessly grafting it to bargain basement dance anthem sensibilities.
Is it fair to compare Delphic to raw dough? Probably not. Any way the “Next Summer of Love”(TM) never arrived. The dream is dead, sorry you had to find out this way.