Last night I hauled ass over to Delancy St. to catch the Living Things at the Bowery Ballroom.
A little history: I first saw this band open for the Brides of Destruction at CBGBs in 2004. In true CBGB fashion the band barely managed to puke out three songs before the guitarist dropped stone cold to the floor, the singer kicked him and shouted to the crowd 'This is why you shouldnt fucking use drugs' and dragged him off stage. The second show was opening for Velvet Revolver's first NYC date when people still deemed them relevant. Living Things managed to violently piss off the Slash and Duff fans, throw cigarettes into the crowd and threaten to kick the shit out of a few front row drunkards all right before being dragged off stage by security. Third time I saw them was in London where they headlined and tried fuck everything in site. Naturally, I'd fallen in love with this band.
After somewhat of a hiatus, these guys are back with a new album and sense of sobriety. As much as I'm happy for these guys for cleaning up, I'm unhappy with loss of spontaneity and combustion live. Technically, last night was the best I ever saw the Living Things. The songs were clear, performed in full and improvised in just the right places, YET, it just wasnt as fun.
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