The War on Drugs is on tour promoting their latest album Lost in the Dream. This is their third studio album and does its job to separate itself from original member Kurt Vile. Enough said about the album itself and the connection to Vile. If you like them, you already have it. If you haven't heard it, its good. And to quote Biggie Smalls, "If you don't know, now you know, nigga."
The band does rely on a drumming technique called Motorik. This drum beat has never really gone away since its conception, but it has resurfaced with much gusto in the past decade, and in some of our favorite bands. For originality's sake, check the six armed drummer of Can, the robot drummer of Neu! or newer songs like Wilco's Spiders (Kidsmoke), The Sea and Cake's Inn Keeping, Yo La Tengo's Stupid Things, and anything BEAK.
Motorik has the effect of keeping your head bobbing, and induced puking during morning-after hangovers. It's also a little bit sexy. And sex is how we would like to describe the show last night. We'll only end note Granduciel's awesome little yell in Red Eyes and throughout the album, his Bob Dylan vocal flairs and his, did we say Bob Dylan, momentary spurts of harmonica. We'd like to get back to the sex. The set lasted more than two hours. We're not complaining. We know you're jealous. But don't be jealous of the wrong things.
The show went on like a motor. We bobbed our heads until our knees were weak. We sweated. We might have eventually given up. But The War on Drugs kept chugging along to an initially wild event, which kept moving toward exhaustion. Then we rode our bikes home and complained in private about our crotches being sore. Again, we aren't complaining. We know you're jealous.
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