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‘She can’t scream my name’, oh yes she can. They may
technically be the support act, but the hordes of Coopers
and Cooperettes are out in full force. With hair, hats
and scarves in overdrive, every bleep, blip and bang
is accepted with a screech that could make a banshee's
hair stand on end. Old skool efforts like ‘Did you miss
me?’ and ‘Been training dogs’ kick start the nights
proceedings with a full frontal of technical tinkering,
but alas, the lumbering slower numbers such as ‘The
Same Mistakes’ despite the bound around chorus, and
the killer key change, stalls in fits and starts. The
mid set lull claims another victim, so much so, lighters
are visibly being waved. ‘Scuse me mate this ain’t Simon
and Garfunkel.
The unpredictable mish-mash of technology and aggressive,
uncontrollable music is sadly lacking, as does the musical
penetration. The raw, energy is still there, somewhere
but for all the innovation, it’s more like an electronic
overdose. As the stomping ‘Let’s kill music’ dominates
all, perhaps they shouldn’t take their own advice and
stop trying to kill it.
Relevant sites:
http://www.thecoopertempleclause.com/
Sherief Younis for Crud Magazine 2004©
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