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Playing rhythm and attempting lead guitar, Costello onstage is serious, impersonal, and, both in terms of aura and aesthetic, not quite all there; his band — organ, bass and drums — is straight out of the Electric Prunes' "I Had Too Much to Dream." "Psycho music," my wife said with approval, as Costello ate the mike and launched into "Night Rally," a doom-struck, as-yet-unrecorded attack on Britain's neofascist National Front. ''"They're putting your name in the forbidden book,"'' he spat out; ''"I know what they're doing, but I don't wanna look."'' The man doesn't exactly exude equanimity. | Playing rhythm and attempting lead guitar, Costello onstage is serious, impersonal, and, both in terms of aura and aesthetic, not quite all there; his band — organ, bass and drums — is straight out of the Electric Prunes' "I Had Too Much to Dream." "Psycho music," my wife said with approval, as Costello ate the mike and launched into "Night Rally," a doom-struck, as-yet-unrecorded attack on Britain's neofascist National Front. ''"They're putting your name in the forbidden book,"'' he spat out; ''"I know what they're doing, but I don't wanna look."'' The man doesn't exactly exude equanimity. | ||
The crowd seemed mad for Costello — and any number of his performances, from "Red Shoes" to "Alison," were marvelously hard and direct — but I think there was a certain amount of autohype involved. The band, punk in looks and to a fair degree musically, is weak — at one point their sound suggested that the seminal punk rocker was not, say, "Search and Destroy," but "Batman Theme" — and Costello ran across his faster numbers, such as "Mystery Dance," so hurriedly that his phrasing dissolved and the rhythmic punch of the arrangements collapsed. The coldness of his demeanor — Costello never cracked a sneer, let alone a smile — made the humor of his lyrics inaccessible, or irrelevant. It's one thing for Costello to come on like a boy-next-door version of ''The Return of the Vampire''; it's quite another for him to come on '' | The crowd seemed mad for Costello — and any number of his performances, from "Red Shoes" to "Alison," were marvelously hard and direct — but I think there was a certain amount of autohype involved. The band, punk in looks and to a fair degree musically, is weak — at one point their sound suggested that the seminal punk rocker was not, say, "Search and Destroy," but "Batman Theme" — and Costello ran across his faster numbers, such as "Mystery Dance," so hurriedly that his phrasing dissolved and the rhythmic punch of the arrangements collapsed. The coldness of his demeanor — Costello never cracked a sneer, let alone a smile — made the humor of his lyrics inaccessible, or irrelevant. It's one thing for Costello to come on like a boy-next-door version of ''The Return of the Vampire''; it's quite another for him to come on like ''The Mummy's Shroud''. | ||
Costello's confidence, however, is not in doubt. He changed his songs radically from set to set, always including a lot of tunes not familiar from his LP; a sense of repression, of perversity, or simply of fury, came across throughout the show. The most striking difference between Costello on record and Costello in the flesh is that the contradictions of his persona stand out much more starkly onstage: all at once, he communicates the arrogance of the next big thing, and the fear of the impostor who's sure he'll be shot before he gets through his third number. That, to put it mildly, gives his performance tension — more than most American audiences are used to, but perhaps not more than, finally, they are ready for. | Costello's confidence, however, is not in doubt. He changed his songs radically from set to set, always including a lot of tunes not familiar from his LP; a sense of repression, of perversity, or simply of fury, came across throughout the show. The most striking difference between Costello on record and Costello in the flesh is that the contradictions of his persona stand out much more starkly onstage: all at once, he communicates the arrogance of the next big thing, and the fear of the impostor who's sure he'll be shot before he gets through his third number. That, to put it mildly, gives his performance tension — more than most American audiences are used to, but perhaps not more than, finally, they are ready for. |
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