Klaxons Are Kunts

This Monday the Klaxons were in town so my friend and I thought we’d check ‘em out. It was a great show. If you're not familiar with the Klaxons, which I really wasn't before a week before the show, they're from London and they play loud, rave-ish, squeaking music with surprisingly great choruses and awesome harmonies. And live it was even better; everyone was sweating, especially the singer, who looked pretty much exactly like professional douchebag Bandon Davis, everyone was pretty drunk and moshing against each other to the loud dance-party beats. The show was at The Crocodile Café and within 10 minutes I came up with an adjective to describe all the people there: "hipsceneindiebrightsweatshirtglostichairproductraver" kids. To say the least, there was definitely a certain “crowd” at the show, but not a bad crowd by any means, though, and everyone was extremely into the music. The Klaxons didn't come on till late, though, and in the time that we were waiting for them to start I got to hear a few very music-snobish conversations, which was nice. The opening band consisted of a chubby indie chick on keyboard and a bearded drummer who stared intently at the aforementioed indie chick the entire time; this duo (who I assume were dating) was known as Fist Fite. They sucked at first and then started to sound really good. They had it all: sharp keyboards, never-ending drums, impossible to understand, pissed-off lyrics and awesome dumb song names like “High Five Steve.” They also had $5 t-shirts, a bargain since the “Klaxons Are Kunts” t-shirts were going for a whopping $20 (twice as much as the ticket cost!). The Fist Fite shirts were also shamelessly hand-decorated, saying things like “Do You Want To Fuckin’ Fist Fite?” and “Fuck You In The Face.” My friend and I both bought one. Then, what seemed like hours later, the already sweaty Klaxons took the stage and everyone stopped talking about the other, better bands that they've seen and started absolutely rocking out. I was not at all familiar with their album (Myths of the Near Futur, out now on Geffen) but they played it all and played it well. “Atlantis To Interzone” has been ringing in my ears since the show ended.