Wednesday, 9 Jul 2008
I’m well aware that some venues enforce a strict No Cameras Policy—even sometimes with a band or label’s permission it can be impossible to get a camera in the house from time to time. While I had never checked a show at Chicago’s House of Blues prior to last evening, I had a hunch that this would be one of those venues, and I wisely left the digicam back home. What I didn’t realize is that I should have left any writing utensils behind as well. Apparently, HOB has a strict No Pens, No Sharpies policy strongly enforced—at least according to the large scary security woman who patted me down last night, not the confused and helpful box office ticket manager. I barely got into the show last evening, let alone through the doors with my devilish writing sticks to jot any notes for my experience; next time I guess I’ll just smuggle my pens in my underwear. The whole debacle turned out to be one indeed worth fighting for, however. Once I finally made my way to the top of HOB’s staircase, I was ushered into a decent standing area to check one of my personal most highly anticipated shows of the summer—Wolf Parade.
The Canadian foursome (plus one) took to the stage around the 8 o’clock mark and wasted no time with small banter or introductions. Standing in front of a velvety curtain backdrop, illuminated by neon blue and gold lighting, these Sub-Pop heroes opened up with the lively “Language City.” The acoustics and sound quality of the various keys, guitar and percussion were one of the few benefits of the event being hosted at HOB; however the vocals appeared to be a bit buried under all the multiple layers. The whole time I was standing at HOB, despite having one of the better views and general crowd ambiance I’ve experienced at a venue in a long time, I still couldn’t help thinking The Vic or Metro would have been a better location for this show—but regardless, the crowd seemed pretty into it.
I can’t account for a full chronological order set list of the show as my Sharpie was ultimately confiscated and my allowed pen’s ink died halfway through the set; but I did manage to notate the majority of numbers that rocked the set. (If you caught the set, please feel free to correct and/or fill in the missing gaps on my list from memory below) Wolf Parade brought their dedication and solid live presence to their Chicago crowd strong—while the dudes appeared to be banging to the beat of their own internal drums, moving around only the slightest—they definitely overcompensated with their collision of overall sound. I found it incredibly hard to believe that amongst the four members, they manage to successfully balance their time and talent amongst something like 10 additional bands and music projects. I would have guessed rehearsals and months of preparation would have preceded the uniformed and formulaic jam session I witnessed last night, but I’m pretty sure they just kicked off their tour after last month’s record release. The Surf Rock/Victorian Rock/Kinda Arcade Fire, Not Really Modest Mouse vibes were excellently propelled and there’s no question after last night why Pitchfork gave these guys an unheard of 9.2 for their debut record and a not too shabby 7.7 for At Mount Zoomer.
Along with all nine of At Mount Zoomer’s tracks, most of 2005’s Apologies to Queen Mary were accounted for as well—although I was pretty disappointed to not hear “You are a Runner, I am My Father’s Son” or “Modern World.” Crowd surfing and plenty of fist pumping carried the 90 minute set through such stand out numbers as “California Dreamer,” “Grounds for Divorce,” “This Heart’s on Fire” and the insanely awesome (and long) “Kissing the Beehive.” Excellent group of musicians, incredible new album, and an enjoyable live show—I will definitely check Wolf Parade next time they hit the Windy City—but hopefully that will be at a more relaxed and Sharpie accommodating venue.
Set List:
1. Language City
2. Call it a Ritual
3. The Grey Estates
4. Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts
5. Soldier’s Grin
6. . . .
7. An Animal in Your Care
8. Fine Young Cannibals
9. Grounds for Divorce
10. Bang Your Drum
11. Shine a Light
12. California Dreamer
13. This Heart’s On Fire
14. Kissing the Beehive
Encore:
15. . . .
16. I’ll Believe in Anything
17. Fancy Claps
Myspace: Wolf Parade
MP3: Wolf Parade - “Language City”
MP3: Wolf Parade - “Call It A Ritual”






July 10th, 2008 at 8:30 am
That sucks about the no cameras/no note-taking policy. But great review of the show. I’m dying to see them in Toronto next month. I love that they closed the show with Fancy Claps. These guys deserve all the praise that they get.
July 10th, 2008 at 11:15 am
no pens? That is insane. How about no memories? Check your brain at the door.
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July 10th, 2008 at 9:08 pm
I’ve only been to House of Blues in Chicago once and would not EVER return, even if they had Jesus Christ opening for The Beatles. Stupid, stupid, staff filled with attitude who treat their (over)paying customers like sh*t. Metro is nearly as bad and they are on my boycott list now, one too many bad experiences with the staff there over the years. Last November, at the Robert Pollard show the bouncers seemed to be really enjoying physically ejecting people that they thought were too intoxicated. It did not seem to matter that the show was nearly over and the drunk folks weren’t bothering anyone. The Vic has been on my sh*t list since around 2001 when the would not let me use the bathroom on the way out after a Guided By Voices show. My beer-filled bladder was about to burst and I had to pee under the EL tracks.
A lot of Chicago venues seem to really take pride in their snotty attitudes toward customers. Noteably execeptions are Schubas, Empty Bottle, Hideout and Double Door. Then again, people in Wisconsin are much nicer, in general and I’m so glad we get so many great shows up here these days!
July 13th, 2008 at 7:40 pm
I agree, after we saw They Might Be Giants at the Anaheim HOB and witnessed the door nazis, I really don’t care who plays there. They ain’t no band good enough to make me want to go.
No pens, but they allow crowd-surfing??? [Insert eye-rolling icon here] I almost got my nose broken once when a surfer kicked me in the face at a Weezer show.
We’re seeing Wolf Parade next weekend at a venue that oddly allows film cameras but not digital. I asked at a previous show we attended and was told they don’t want any videos taken. So what happened as soon as people got in? Out came the itty bitty digis. My nice Olympus, too big to stuff in my bra, spent the evening in the car. I have a smaller camera this time, however!
Can’t wait to hear “Kissing the Beehive” live.
July 26th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
nice review! i’ll be seeing them at terminal five in nyc next week. hopefully they’ll change up the set list just a little because i really really want to hear “you a runner and i am my father’s son”.