Monday, 25 March 2013

Winter Pullout: We Mix You A Merry Christmas [December 10th 2012 in The Courier]

Christmas Eve: Hot Toddy

As we’re bombarded with snow and ice, there’s nothing better than snuggling up under your duvet with a Christmas film of your choice (if it doesn’t feature ninja Santas, you’re just wrong though) and a nice warm drink. So why not make it a bit alcoholic at the same time? The hot toddy is a drink that has been around for years, apparently brought over to Scotland through the East India Company.  A mix of alcohol and spices with a bit of lemon juice it was, for a long time, considered a suitable cold/flu cure but is now just a pretty tasty nightcap. As you wait for Santa to finish his rounds like a much more reliable postman, a hot toddy is a perfect Christmas Eve drink. Stupidly easy to make, you can knock up a couple of glasses in just a few minutes.

Ingredients:
150ml whisky
200ml water
1 tablespoon of runny honey
1 lemon, zest and juice
1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
8 cloves

• Place all the above ingredients into a small pan and stir until simmering and your kitchen smells a bit spicy and wintery.
• If you’re a bit more extravagant and have any cinnamon sticks, pop them in the pan as the drink starts to simmer a bit.
• Pour all resulting concoction into a few mugs and add the cinnamon sticks.
• Sit down with your flatmates and just watch Jingle All The Way at least five times in a row.


Christmas morning: Let It Snow

If you want to class up your Christmas party, why not serve your guests this cocktail? Easy to make, it can instantly turn your party from a National Lampoon failure to something from a James Bond film, minus the espionage and constant threats of terrorism while you’re trying drink. Served in a martini glass with a little candy cane garnish, it’s minty and it’s vodka-y (a proper technical term) with a little bit of lemon. It takes a bit more effort than the other cocktails, since it involves a bit of muddling. That doesn’t involve you throwing your cocktail shaker about in the mud for a little bit, you just need to use the back of a heavy spoon to smash the mint leaves up a bit to release a more minty flavour. Luckily, it is probably the cheapest to make since nearly everyone has some vodka and lemonade in their house and a pack of fresh mint leaves is really cheap in supermarkets. Looks really nice and is pretty cheap; worth the extra effort I’d say!
Ingredients:
50ml Vodka
5 fresh mint leaves
Ice cubes
Lemonade
Tiny mint candy canes for garnish

• Pour your vodka into the cocktail shaker (with a strainer so you don’t get stray mint leave bits in the drink) and add your mint leaves.
• Muddle your mint leaves with the back of a spoon to bash the minty flavours out to make it all Polo like.
• Fill the rest of the shaker with ice cubes, pop the lid of the shaker on (making sure it’s on properly so drink doesn’t just fly everywhere) and shake it like a Polaroid picture (hurray for way out-dated musical references).
• Strain it into your cocktail glass and top it up with your lemonade and pop your candy cane in the glass as garnish.


Pre-Christmas Dinner: Santa Baby

Be it your flat Christmas dinner or your family Christmas dinner, this cocktail is perfect as a little fun cocktail before you tuck into your £10 Aldi dinner or one that your mum prepared where the turkey probably cost more than your entire flat dinner did. Suitable for adults and kids (just replace the vodka with a bit more juice because you’re responsible), it looks a bit like Santa’s hat which is always nice for a bit novelty when you’re fed up of yet another glass of some plonk from the corner shop. The mix of cranberry and orange juice keeps it both fruity and a bit festive while the vodka helps to make listening to your uncle’s re-telling of his venture into the world of banking for the fourth time or the screaming cousins being little terrors go down a little bit easier.
Ingredients:
25ml Vodka
50ml cranberry juice
25ml orange juice
Ice cubes
Granulated sugar to rim the glass

• Dip the rim of your cocktail glass into water, then the plate of granulated sugar to make the edge of your glass look like the fluffy bit of Santa’s hat.
• Pour the vodka, cranberry juice and orange juice into your cocktail shaker and fill it up with ice cubes.
• Shake hard and strain it into your proper fancy decorated cocktail glass.


Boxing Day Morning: Bloody Mary Christmas

Boxing Day. You drank too much. Your Nan drank too much. Your little cousins have worn themselves out by running around the house on a chocolate coin sugar high. Your head probably feels like it’s been cracked open. That boozy Christmas pudding probably didn’t help your case either. Whilst Bloody Marys probably don’t alleviate hangovers as is commonly suggested, there’s nothing quite like the hair of the dog with a few dashes of cupboard essentials (at least if you really really love cheese on toast) and tomato juice (which barely anyone has in their cupboard but is not that expensive). With a huge celery stalk left over from the Christmas buffet because, when you have breadsticks as well, celery gets overlooked like Pippa Middleton next to Kate, you have yourself an impromptu stirring implement and, with a post-Christmas nap, you’ll be right as rain in no time.
Ingredients:
50ml vodka
½ lemon for juice
6 dashes of Worcestershire sauce
3 dashes of Tabasco sauce
150ml tomato juice
Ice cubes
Salt and black pepper

• Place the ice cubes in a tall glass and add the vodka.
• Add the lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco sauce and tomato juice. Stir well.
• Add salt and pepper to taste and drink that right up to ease that nasty nasty hangover.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Battle for the Crown: WinterSlam Rage In The Cage TV Drama Extravaganza (Legends Edition) [December 3rd 2012 in The Courier]

12 shows enter the ring, but only one can be crowned champion. We brought together a panel of The Courier writers to battle it out and ultimately decide who will bring the smackdown and take the title of Best TV Drama.

We gathered in a secret room from which no one could leave until the judging was completed, to debate and fight to the death to decide which of the shows should be awarded the title of Best TV Drama. Choosing which shows made it into the judging process was a difficult decision. We decided on choosing shows which had either finished its run (The Wire) or was established enough to be considered (Doctor Who), all mainly stemming from the 21st Century (with the exception of Twin Peaks) because, otherwise, we would have more shows than we know what to do with. Downton Abbey was a bit of a wildcard but, due to its almost world wide popularity, it was an obvious addition. Regrettably, this meant many shows were missed out including the likes of Homeland and 24. Now was to decide how exactly to pick who faced who. In a highly scientific process, we put the names of all 12 shows into a pot, which was named The Pot of Destiny by nobody, and picked out two shows at random. Now we have our shows, our judges and our “system”, let the battle commence!

Round 1: Breaking Bad Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
We kick off the proceedings in style. We don’t mess around in our judging. No one is safe (even though the first round was picked entirely at random). Debate kicked off with those in camp Breaking Bad feverishly defending its originality, its grittiness and most of all, it’s rock solid science (which has apparently been confirmed as definitely rock solid by someone on the panel). The Sopranos camp were equally as defensive with discussion of its groundbreaking dream sequences (they have talking fish in them!) as well as the fact that, without The Sopranos, Breaking Bad would probably never exist. In the end, the similarity of a certain bath tub sequence in Breaking Bad to something in 1997’s Lee Evans slapstick masterpiece MouseHunt, gives the edge to The Sopranos. The Sopranos takes the first round, but not without a fight.

Round 2: Twin Peaks Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
Not content with taking down the titan of our time, Breaking Bad, the veteran, The Sopranos, pops up again for the second round, this time facing David Lynch’s mindbending soap opera Twin Peaks. The Sopranos was feeling a bit tired after the first bout, so much of the second round belonged to Twin Peaks. Following similar arguments to The Sopranos in the previous round (that, without Twin Peaks, much of modern television would not exist) as well as picking up on the fact that it is often batshit insane, Twin Peaks looked to be leading the round. The phenomenon that surrounded it was of much discussion, leading us to discuss what it would have been like in the age of the internet and fans discussing theories more freely ala Lost. In the end, however, it was let down by the fact it had such an awful lull in the second series, in which it basically became Dallas but with David Duchovny in drag, and the threat of cancellation by the end forcing the writers to wrap it up as quickly as possible. The Sopranos took the punches but was too sturdy on its feet. An announcement that The Sopranos taught one panelist how to cook Italian food was the KO it needed. Twin Peaks only had cherry pie and damn good coffee.

Round 3: The West Wing Vs. Lost

Chris Taylor
Two entirely different competitors here, allowing The Sopranos to have a little break before its next bout. Round 3 was perhaps the most equal fight of the entire competition, despite the two shows being almost entire opposites. Things didn’t look too strong for Lost to begin with. Much was said about there being too much hype surrounding it, that ultimately let it down, as well as a dip in quality in the middle and an awful finale to the show. The problem of throwaway characters, particularly a certain couple named Nikki and Paulo, also allowed The West Wing to get a blow in. However, as discussion went on, we all found ourselves naming moments and characters we really loved, with general consensus being that Benjamin Linus could potentially be one of the best characters of the 21st Century. The West Wing was considered much less well known than Lost, but made up for it in witty and poignant dialogue, courtesy of a Mr Aaron Sorkin, that made it much more accessible for a show about politics. Points were made too that no character is merely filler and each one has a role to play, even if some romantic subplots were really bad. Plus, The West Wing has Martin Sheen in its corner, which is always a winner. Unfortunately for Lost, the fact it was, at times, so incohesive and packed with filler episodes was too much to ignore. The West Wing took this fight by a whisker.

Round 4: Doctor Who Vs. The Killing

Chris Taylor
The lightweight but experienced Saturday nighter Doctor Who went up against Scandanavian Dark Destroyer The Killing in this face off in a stark contrast of styles. Doctor Who showed its camp, almost playful popular appeal while throwing in a few sinister episodes here and there, particularly in the form of the introduction to the Weeping Angels, Blink. The Killing, on the other hand, was dirty and gritty, getting as much blood out as possible. It felt like quite an unfair battle, as Doctor Who is very much for its audience of those just sitting down with the family after their dinner. The Killing had been so influential in the future output of BBC4 and, in some senses, popularised subtitles on British TV. The popularity of The Killing led to the explosion of such shows as Spiral, a gritty French detective drama that feels like Law & Order with a shot or five of espresso, and Wallander. In this regard, and the fact that Moffat’s decision to throw twist upon twist at Doctor Who just to see what stuck led The Doctor into some stupid directions, meant The Killing took this round. You can’t fault their jumpers really!

Round 5: Upstairs Downstairs Vs. Downton Abbey

Chris Taylor
Downton Abbey came into this competition as a sort of wildcard. We didn’t hold much hope for the Yorkshire-bred aristocrats.  The similarities to Upstairs Downstairs let down in the originality stakes. Much like Doctor Who it relied too much on capturing that tired, post-Sunday roast crowd that just want something nice to watch. It did have a few hefty punches in the form of Maggie Smith’s performance, providing a much needed respite from the routine soap opera style stories. Mad Men, on the other hand, had a stylish flourish to it. Sure it was drunk and had probably just come from getting off with someone not their wife, the look inside the world of advertising in Cold War America is too interesting to pass up on. Witty dialogue and likeable (but also loathable) characters really makes Mad Men stand out. Plus, with Alison Brie on your side it’s hard not to take the round. Mad Men wins it, almost unanimously.

Round 6: Mad Men Vs. The West Wing

Chris Taylor
Mad Men had a relatively easy first round, against the altogether too soapy Downton Abbey, but things weren’t going to be so easy, now we’re in the latter stages of the competition. It has its merits, of course, with some excellent storylines, diverse range of great characters and stacks and stacks of style; there’s a reason why it’s the show that made AMC a channel to really watch for original programming in the US. But there was something about The West Wing that set it apart. They both have engaging and witty dialogue, nearly anything that comes from Roger Sterling’s mouth is…well…sterling, but Aaron Sorkin’s magic touch pushes The West Wing just ahead. Much was said about how Mad Men was very much style over substance, preferring to show off beautiful suits and gorgeous locations. The West Wing focuses a lot on the politics but it doesn’t shove it in your face. Mad Men is clear which side many characters fall on, with the Republicans being a little villainous. The West Wing lets you make your own mind up. Of course, you can’t really falter Mad Men for that, seeing as it is set in the 50s/60s, an entirely different time period but, ultimately, Sorkin’s touch on The West Wing just edges as the deciding vote sways in President Jed Bartlet’s direction.

Round 7: The Wire Vs. The Killing

Chris Taylor
As we went into this round, we could feel the room getting a little bit chillier. Unfortunately, our Scandanavian jumpers were not helping to fight the predicted destruction of The Killing by the first appearance of our star fighter, The Wire. Even after the spirited performance against Doctor Who, The Killing camp faltered against The Wire, mainly because everyone was unanimous that The Wire truly was a fantastic show. Both are impressive in scope, with The Killing not only focusing on those trying to investigate the murder like any CSI series but also taking into account the lives of the families, the school friends and even the politicians affected by it, and The Wire basically looking at everyone (and I mean everyone) at least marginally affected by the Baltimore slums. It was decided that the scope of The Wire, covering everyone from the drug dealers, to the police, to the media, far triumphed over that of The Killing. Cozy jumpers aren’t going to save you this time!

Round 8: Spooks Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
Spooks came in as another wildcard. Again, much hope wasn’t held for this plucky spy drama but a spirited performance made it seem as though, for a while, it might topple the titan that is The Sopranos.  Once the topic of Spooks came up, almost everyone had something to say showing that it really is a stalwart British drama that never really dipped in quality throughout its entire run. Everyone could point to a moment they really enjoyed; usually the death of a main character showing that no one in the show was really safe (a pretty ballsy move for the writers). But coming up against The Sopranos, it seemed to falter. The ultimately poor characterisations focusing more on the explosions and twists, lets it down against a show entirely devoted to family relationships. Much of the problem with Spooks is that it often reuses many plot lines, beyond the series arcs which, again, when coming up against someone like The Sopranos with emotive and original storylines. It took us 7 rounds, but we finally have our first round of judges abstaining, showing how much the people do quite like Spooks. Ultimately, however, The Sopranos sends Spooks to sleep with the fishes.

Round 9: The West Wing Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
The West Wing is right back out into the ring after its close shave with Mad Men in the last round. Unfortunately, it’s up against the 4 round survivor, The Sopranos. The debate was focused very much focused on the characters here. Both have a vast array of characters, none of which are really ignored. The West Wing gives plenty of screen time to the assistants, such as Donna Moss, as well as to those movers and shakers such as Toby Ziegler. The Sopranos gives as much focus to those being used by the Mafia as to those doing the shaking down. Each character is given as much focus as the next, in both shows, and no one is really wasted. No one is introduced if they aren’t of some importance. The debate brought out that, with The West Wing, everyone had a favourite character, be it CJ Cregg aka Flamingo or Jed Bartlet, Mr President itself. However, the fact that The Sopranos had no great single character did not work to its detriment as it might do elsewhere. Without one, something might not feel right, but they’ve brought together a cast which all gel well and it’s the strength of this cast that sees The Sopranos take this round.

Round 10: The Wire Vs. Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Chris Taylor
It has taken 10 rounds for everyone’s favourite high school ghoul butt-kicker, Buffy Summers, to emerge from the Pot of Destiny. And it couldn’t have had a worse time. Had it cropped up against something like Doctor Who or Lost, there is a chance it would’ve wiped the floor with the competition. But coming up again something as big as The Wire is not an easy task. Think David and Goliath but the rocks in the sling are just eggs; he’s not going down easily and he’s going to make a mess, but Goliath will still probably crush him. Discussion focused mainly on how groundbreaking it was. Much like most of Joss Whedon’s work, it takes a tired genre (in this case horror) and adds a new, often unlikely, element to breathe life into it. Buffy somehow successfully mixed horror with John Hughes-esque teen angst. With each monster being a metaphor for some aspect of teenage life, it showed a girl with already too much on her plate in life taking on the burden of killing monsters. Alongside this, courtesy of Whedon’s scripts, Buffy’s dialogue has spawned much of popular 90s slang, something not to be scoffed at. But despite the spirited performance from Buffy The Vampire Slayer it still was, after all, up against The Wire. It was a battle of language; Whedonisms against The Wire’s street slang. In the end, the meticulous attention to detail that was present in The Wire’s street slang, in its attempt to truly capture life on the Baltimore streets, really set it apart. The Wire is through to the final!

Round 11 (The Final): The Wire Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
So we’ve finally reached the final. After 10 rounds of totally scientific match ups and some often heated (but not quite to the point of fisticuffs) debate, we’re here. I think most of the judges had money on either or both getting to the final (unless both were picked out in the same round earlier on in the competition) so it was no surprise that the final contained the two juggernauts that pretty much dominated the competition. But now, here we are; the immovable object meets the unstoppable force. A battle of equals. Opinions intensified as we really got down to the nitty gritty of what makes these shows fantastic. The needle swung one way and then the other as consensus shifted with each person that spoke in favour of either one. There was no negative debating here; everyone understood that both The Sopranos and The Wire were fantastic shows worthy of their place in the final. Now it was a case of just seeing which one just edges ahead of the other. In each area we explored, both shows seemed to be on par.  Both had excellent casts, great storylines, each portraying a section of America as realistically as possible. It really was a tough battle between the two. What swayed the vote, ultimately, was the sheer scale of The Wire. With so many characters to cover, and so many areas of society, The Wire does a lot and, in that regard, should be applauded for its guts in doing so. However, it does a lot and it does it all so well. Where many other shows may faulter with the sheer scale, no one part of The Wire feels like a weak link. Smaller characters are as good as the main characters and all the different sneak peeks into different sections of society weave together so perfectly to create tapestry of life that holds no punches. It isn’t afraid to delve right into the deepest, darkest sociopolitical themes in order to get a more realistic picture. This is not to criticise The Sopranos, that also has a fantastic set of characters and storylines, allowing us an insight into immigrant culture in America as well as American family life, but The Wire just does so much more. It’s a tough, tough battle but David Simon’s HBO smash hit, The Wire, takes the crown as The Courier’s Best TV Drama, not that it’s all that bothered.

First impressions are everything [December 3rd 2012 in The Courier]

Opening titles aren’t how they used to be. Gone are the days of  just showing the title of the show over shots of Hebden Bridge. Titles are a selling point now – TV Editor Chris Taylor takes a look at what makes a good opening title in the modern world of TV.

We’re told to make excellent first impressions. It takes only a few seconds for someone to decide if they are attracted to a member of the opposite sex. We’re told not to judge a book by its cover, but often that’s what makes us pick up the book. We need something to draw is in, something to make us want to dive into this world, whatever it may be. It’s a little bit shallow, yes, but it’s oftentimes a deal breaker.

It’s no different with TV credit sequences. They kick start the show and, if they’re exceptionally good, will give you a flavour of what the show is about. Even if it’s relatively simple, it can still tell you something about what you’re about to watch.

HBO are the main proponents of a good opening sequence. Point to any HBO show and try not to be blown away by their opening credits sequence. Even Sex and the City’s opening credits provide a great introduction, showing you Carrie Bradshaw’s New York, an altogether removed one full of glamour but also a lot of imperfections. The Wire makes an excellent job of replacing their opening titles each season to capture the essence of that season. Urban decay is prominent throughout all 5 openings but, with each season focusing on a different aspect of Baltimore life, Season 3 throws in some politics whilst Season 2 chucks you into the life of a blue collar worker. Then you have the more visually striking side of things; the likes of Carnivale, True Blood or Deadwood showing you the everyday surrounding the series, be that gold prospecting or travelling caravans. To pick a recent example, the opening to Game of Thrones is perfect. Visually stunning, it sees the camera fly over a game board in the shape of Westeros, as the cities evolve and the pieces move into place, evoking the tension and drama of the show itself.

But HBO don’t hold a monopoly; just think of Dexter, perhaps one of the best opening sequences of the 21st Century, even if the show itself is declining in quality. We’re aware that Dexter is a serial killer also trying to live a normal life, so here we see him cooking his breakfast, flossing his teeth and putting on a t-shirt, getting ready for the day but with a sense of malice to it. He tightens the floss and shoe laces like he’s preparing cheese wire to strangle someone, and the spurting of the blood orange is… well… pretty obvious really.

As much as I loathe the opening to Homeland, it does what it needs to do well. It’s messy, disorganised; just a jumble of ideas. But then you realise that what we are seeing in this credits sequence is Carrie’s mind. Doubting her own ideas, while juggling everything else going on, this is the jumble we see; a mess of everything going through her head from her beloved jazz to news broadcasts.

A good title sequence does the job of hooking you in. Think Mad Men and, beyond the sharp suits, ridiculous alcohol consumption and Alison Brie, the first thing that springs to mind is that opening sequence. Mirroring the style and class, but also the quick fall many characters face, it sucks you in and lets you know what exactly it is you’re in for. First impressions really are everything. At least in the land of TV.

Friday Night Lights review [December 1st 2012 in The Courier]

When someone says, “Hey, go and watch a show primarily about American football”, it probably doesn’t sit too well. For those with no knowledge or interest in American football, it’s a daunting prospect. But fear not, because Friday Night Lights is not at all what you might think it is.

OK, yes it is about American football but it’s only about football as much as The Sopranos is about the Mafia. Like The Sopranos, it’s the stuff behind the scenes that properly matters; the family relationships and friendships. Set in the fictional town of Dillon in Texas, Friday Night Lights is an adaptation of the book (and also the film) of the same name. One of those towns that sets aside its Friday evening to come together and watch the local team, the Dillon Panthers, everyone in Dillon knows each other thus creating many of the tensions that drive the series forward.

Season 3, which Sky Atlantic have just caught up to, focuses on the aftermath of another Panthers failure as they miss yet another State Championship title. Coach Eric Taylor (Kyle Chandler) struggles with this new pressure while coping with his new-born baby. QB Matt Saracen is under more pressure too, as his position is threatened by freshman J.D. McCoy, a new arrival with a natural talent and a more than persuasive father. After confrontations with his mother last series, Smash Williams gets a tryout for Texas A&M. The rest of the players try achieving their scholarships for college while juggling relationships, many of which are strained by such a task.

But football takes a back seat here, the main focus being the relationships. It provides nothing more than a catalyst for the show and for these relationships. Many episodes don’t even feature any football whatsoever but, when they do, the atmosphere is electric as the entire town descend on the stadium to watch the team. With fantastic, engaging characters (with some of the best sub-plots of the previous series being devoted to the smaller characters), Friday Night Lights is definitely a touchdown.

The Hour review [November 12th 2012 in The Courier]

As the BBC still tries to recover from the on-air out-burst over the Suez Crisis and the existence of a communist spy high up in the BBC hierarchy, the groundbreaking BBC news show, The Hour begins to lose its edge. As lead anchor Hector is being lured in by the ITV, everything is not looking too good for the once pioneering news show. The Hour is back as we delve into the seedy underbelly of the media.

Faced with the opposition of a commercial news channel and having dismissed investigative reporter, Freddie Lyon, the BBC bring in a new Head of News in Mr. Brown (a character specifically written for Peter Capaldi, giving him something to do now The Thick of It is over). This shake up brings back Freddie while Hector delves further into the gangland world of Soho.

Evoking the style of Mad Men with the sharp witted, snappy dialogue of anything churned out by Aaron Sorkin, The Hour made a big splash last year, marking the start of some great original BBC dramas. Once again, The Hour is set out to be the leader of this autumn’s BBC drama schedule and for good reason. With Spooks like espionage and Mad Men like suits, The Hour was a bit of a slow starter but, once it got going, audiences were hooked. 1950s historical events collide with how it is dealt with in the media while those behind the media deal with their own problems. Gripping.

Live review: Efterklang @ The Sage [November 5th 2012 in The Courier]

The Sage is one of those really special venues. It’s an odd looking building; Private Eye once referring to it as a “shiny condom” but that doesn’t detract from the magic that happens inside. Everything inside is tailored to get the best sound out of whoever is there and if that someone can utilise that, it creates something magical. Efterklang, with the help of the Northern Sinfonia, did just that.

The three piece indie darlings from Copenhagen/Berlin take to the stage dressed in their finery as they play the entirety of their latest album Piramida. The story behind the album is interesting enough. Recorded in an abandoned Russian base somewhere near the North Pole, Piramida began as just a few noises and was slowly built up into the lush, exciting record that was released; another notch in the belt of fantastic Efterklang records. You would think that the promise of this alone would be worth the trip over the Tyne but no! There’s more! They felt the sweeping orchestral sounds were not good enough being played through a soundsystem, they wanted an actual orchestra there to perform it. Bring out The Sage’s house band, the Northern Sinfonia, with arrangements written specifically for the orchestra.

They are by no means a backing band either. They play a pivotal part in the piecing together of these already beautiful songs, adding a new depth to the album. It all works in perfect harmony like a painting coming together. Intricate melodies weave perfectly with the off-the-wall sounds recorded in that abandoned Russian settlement and create something truly entrancing.

And it’s not just us that are entranced. Efterklang frontman, Casper Clausen, spends much of the concert (and it is much more of a concert than a gig) with a huge grin on his face; his band’s songs taking on a new form that he perhaps could not imagine. As they fly through Piramida, from the wonderful Apples to Monument, Casper spends the time between singing, when the Northern Sinfonia are left to do their thing, either flirting with the singers or first few rows, or looking in admiration as the Northern Sinfonia go at it.

A closer of Modern Drift sees much of the audience on their feet, both lost in the joy of the song and in applause of the effort of the Northern Sinfonia and Efterklang themselves. This is the kind of concert The Sage is designed for.

Shut Up And Play The Hits [September 5th 2012 in old personal blog]

February 8 2011. A day that crushed many a fans’ dreams. A simple announcement on the LCD Soundsystem website marked the end of a band that wasn’t really meant to be a band. They were older than your typical rock band and yet shot to super stardom in less time than most other rock bands due to their unique blend of disco and punk stylings, drawing influences from a catalogue of the most well stocked record shop in all the world. And yet it was at this peak that they decided to call it quits. This left many, myself included, quite flabbergasted that a band with so much popularity would decide to drop out of the race while in pole position. Rumours flew around as to why they had called it quits but the real reason was primarily that they were getting too old. James Murphy started the band at the age of 32 and around ten years later wanted to focus on other things. The band had come together as a group of friends simply to have a good time which exploded into the LCD Soundsystem we know today.

Shut Up And Play The Hits is a document of the subsequent last ever gig. And by last ever gig, they sure as fuck meant “last ever”. No reunions, no nothing. If they were going out, they were going out with a bang. So the date was set. April 2nd at New York’s Madison Square Garden. What followed was a 4 hour party with guests such as Reggie Watts, Arcade Fire and label mates Shit Robot. It was less of a bang, more of a firework fuelled spectacular. I stayed up until 5am watching the live stream of the gig and, even alone in my bedroom, it was the best thing ever.

Shut Up And Play The Hits covers the run up to this huge blowout, the witching hour itself and then the come down, hangover fuelled day after alongside interview snippets with James Murphy as to why he decided to quit as well as dissection of his work and his career as a whole. Electric concert footage covers most of the documentary, making it more akin to Stop Making Sense than Living In The Material World (which is apt because I often think of LCD Soundsystem as my generation’s Talking Heads), but the interview snippets give you an insight into the psyche of James Murphy, a notoriously shy character who hates talking about the meaning of his songs. The most eye opening scene is a simple scene in which Murphy visits the lock up where most of the gear from the MSG gig is being held before being sold off. He walks into the lock up, sits in a chair silently, gets up, walks among the gear and just breaks down in tears. This is a man who is not sure if he made the right decision in disbanding LCD Soundsystem, as mentioned when he is asked what the defining failure of LCD might be, but is happy that he had a fucking great journey along the way.

The real highlight, however, is the concert footage itself. The cheapest concert film ever filmed at Madison Square Garden, it doesn’t feel that way at all. The energy is electric and places you right in the centre of this huge party as old friends play together for the last time and the crowd go wild. Having seen LCD Soundsystem live before, the energy of the actual live gig is still there even in a cinema. The party atmosphere is one of the prevailing memories of that gig and is the reason why it is one of my favourite gigs ever, if not THE best gig I’ve been to. I ended up going on my own because a friend couldn’t go but I met loads of people, was right at the front in what Murphy himself calls the “party block” (the block of 1000 or so people near the front who are just having a fucking great time) and just danced for the entirety of it. Watching Shut Up And Play The Hits brought back all the great memories from that night; from everybody losing their shit when the room went pitch black during Us vs Them and the light shining on the mirrorball was the only source of light to the mass singalong of New York I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down. And that’s what made me sad when watching SUAPTH. The fact LCD Soundsystem will never play a live gig together again. That’s what they were best at. They wanted to turn the conventional gig on its head and turn it into a huge disco. And they succeeded. Gig in, gig out that is what we got. And that is why they were the force that they were. They knew how to have a good time.

And they went out having THE BEST time.