Liars
In the Quietus office we've basically spent the last four months working ourselves up into a lather about seeing Liars live. It is perhaps inevitable that I spend the first few songs miserably over-analysing everything like someone having sex for the first time, unable to work out whether it is enjoyable or not. It's certainly true that this is the most 'mature' show I've seen them do. No cross dressing. No moustaches. No fanny packs. No lame christmas cracker jokes. But by the time they rock out 'Scarecrows On A Killer Slant', 'We Fenced Other Gardens With Bones Of Our Own' and 'Proud Evolution' I'm jumping up and down, hugging a complete stranger, screaming "We're doomed! We're doomed!" in his face.
JD