Phoenix, 9.17.09

There’s a first time for everything, right? A first time for a drink at the Warfield, a first time for the upper deck at the Warfield, and a first time for Europop at the Warfield. I experienced all of these in one night, and the experience was pleasantly surprising. In the best possible way, of course.

I’m not opposed to seeing a band cold — I saw Guster before I had heard of them, I watched Mingus Big Band without knowing any of their songs. And Phoenix — well, they were terrific. And, considering my first impression of them was AHHH LOUD HIPSTER MUSIC!!!!@!@!, they were phenomenal. But that’s probably an exaggeration.

They’re not meant to be deep. The music isn’t that deep, as far as I could tell. But it’s all pure power chords, complex backbeats, and major chords too. And that means excellent, happy, loud, syncopated dance music. That’s all you really need, right?

The drummer was absolutely amazing. And even though the rest of the band had almost no presence — they were shoegazers playing good music — the music spoke for itself. Bravo, Phoenix. You won over another American.