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Clap? I
only managed a shrug
REVIEW: CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH
KOKO
I JUST want you to do something for me. Clap your
hands and say yeah. Did you do it quietly so no one would notice?
Well that was how I felt after Friday’s gig, having
skipped my usual sojourn to the pub to watch the much-hyped
band.
Clap Your Hands, an American indie rock act currently being
name-checked at A&R meetings.
For me, they were definitely more Shrug Your Shoulders Say Maybe.
A whining frontman who sounded like Bob Dylan’s cat, tuneless
riffs that were just a succession of notes, plus knock-off Stones
and Zeppelin tracks didn’t exactly sell them to me.
I wondered if someone was taking the mouse when the first tune
on the jukebox as the guys left the stage was Bob Dylan’s
Like a Rolling Stone.
Only coming to life for the encore, the band should have played
like that throughout.
I wish I could tell you which songs went down well with the
audience, but neither me nor any one around me actually knew
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