Live Review. Tapes 'n' Tapes - Kings College London - Wednesday 8th November 2006.

Tapes and Tapes are a lucky band for sure. $1000 to make their much revered debut, a clear gift for a quirky tune and a charm that, up close and personal, is unexpectedly endearing. These dudes look and act like American College kids done good, so Kings College London’s Tutu Club was in many ways an ideal venue, packed with people with whom they can relate. Plus it’s a considerably more intimate setting for the band than my previous encounter with them at this years Reading festival.

There, in the tent, their charm, their subtleties and their sound were dwarfed by the enormity of it all. Too many people, too many wankers, too many other bands and not enough amps – festivals are an appalling place to watch live music: quantity is guaranteed, quality is sparse.

Here, as I view from on high, balancing on an excellently positioned balcony, they pay me back with a vengeance – thank Christ. Nothing pisses me off more than when great records are backed up by shoddy live shows…no names shall be mentioned…apart from Clap Your Hands Say Yeah…Ahem.

T ‘n’ T’s sound was crisp, the vocals were clear and they played like they were having a whale of a time. Scant words between songs is something which gigs are always better off for - apart from Cobain at MTV Unplugged: so poignant, so fragile, those words were songs - and the odd jibe went down well, but when you’ve got a record like The Loon under your belt, you may as well pipe down and play the bloody lot.

And they duly did, pretty much, and how they played. To begin: Just Drums and The Iliad, the first two tracks on the album, but no track three, not yet, that’d be ridiculous; first, a dash of old material, an eerie Omaha, and a much appreciated In Houston – omitted at Reading - oozing with cracked desperation. Then, chuck in Cowbell dripping with dirty revenge and the bombastically energetic Insistor to complete the hit parade and let Jacov’s Suite finish it all with a bass bashing “I-don’t-care-if-we’re-inde-minimalism-I’m-gonna-get-on-my-knees-anyway” finale. Sod encores.

Yes they sound like Pavement, but goddamnit Pavement were fucking great - and so are Tapes and Tapes… Roll on album number two and I’ll be seeing them again for definite y’all.