The Mountain Goats at Koko, London 25/5/2011

I was surprised at the length of the queue to get into Koko in Camden to see The Mountain Goats, given that I was convinced I was the only person in the UK to have heard of them, but there you go: a long line of generally young and studious-looking folk, some of whom were filling the waiting time by reading Shakespeare or poetry. I sensed that the probability of any trouble kicking off was low. After the line eventually started moving I was surprised again, this time by the interior of the venue: it’s essentially a very well preserved and maintained Victorian music hall, with high twisty balconies and alcoves that function as private boxes, all done out in vibrant scarlet with chandeliers and mirror balls. It’d be perfect for a burlesque show.

The support act were The Submarines, a boy/girl, electric guitar/acoustic guitar duo from Los Angeles, whose sound was supplemented by both a MacBook which provided beats and guitar effects and, rather charmingly, a glockenspiel. They were pleasant, melodic and definitely Californian, and singer Blake Hazard has a clear and powerful voice, but there didn’t seem to be much about them that was terribly original. The crowd seemed to like them though, and a good vibe was established.

The main act came on stage promptly at nine o’clock, and are surely the nerdiest looking band I’ve seen since those clips of Talking Heads awkwarding their way through Psycho Killer on The Old Grey Whistle Test. All three Goats were wearing suit jackets, and while drummer Jon Wurster could just about pass muster in dudedom with his designer stubble, bassist Peter Hughes comes over like a preppy sixth-former who’s secretary of the chess club and head Goat John Darnielle resembles a slightly-gone-to-seed FE lecturer, complete with uncool spectacles and slightly-too-long hair. They have the air of a group of teachers relishing the chance to be let off the leash and play their music in public, and Hughes and Darnielle seem almost alarmingly free of inhibition, lolloping around the stage grinning maniacally between verses. This is not standard behaviour for major cult figures. The slightly shambolic feel extended into the sound mix, for the first couple of numbers anyway – the vocals were getting lost, and the instruments were hard to pick out, which isn’t too impressive when the line-up is as basic as acoustic guitar, bass and drums. Thankfully, the mix improved (or I adjusted to it), and for the bulk of the set Darnielle’s distinctive and slightly whiny voice could be heard just fine, and as The Mountain Goats are most definitely a lyrics band this is just as it should be.

There can’t be as many bands as spoiled for choice for material as the Goats. Darnielle has been releasing records in profusion for twenty years and has apparently written over 500 songs so there’s really not a lot of point trying to predict a setlist. Sure enough, there was a pleasing contrariness in the song selection – out of around twenty numbers played there were only four from the recent (and brilliant) album All Eternals Deck, and only one from the two albums that preceded it, whereas there were three representatives from the 1994 album Zopilote Machine and a liberal smattering of obscurities and unreleased songs. Darnielle took a couple of solo turns, where he seemed to be deciding on the spot what he would play (this may have been stagecraft, but it seemed pretty genuine) and was generally garrulous, enjoying banter with the crowd and requesting that the house lights went up a couple of times to make the show more inclusive. The band cracked through the songs, and it was a blessed relief that none were extended or padded out with gratuitous solos or extended climaxes. Darnielle knows how to please a crowd when he wants to, mind – the main set ended with the rousing This Year, and the encores featured both No Children, which may be the finest Goats song of the lot, affording the opportunity for a roomful of people to holler “I hope you die, I hope we both die” in unison, and The Best Ever Death Metal Band In Denton, the opening track from the immortal All Hail West Texas. There was one cover version: a seductively creepy version of Houseguest by California band Nothing Painted Blue, for which Darnielle put down his guitar and stalked around the edges of the stage, working the crowd.

The Mountain Goats are my favourite band of the last few years on the basis of their albums. The live experience is a lot less polished, but I was far from disappointed, and the audience certainly lapped it up – the bloke in front of me was even punching the air a bit. May the nerds inherit the Earth.


2 responses to “The Mountain Goats at Koko, London 25/5/2011

  1. Yo Bengwy,

    Stumbled across your site as i was trying to search for the source of who wrote “Houseguest” after seeing the phenomenal Mountain Goats in Dublin on Sunday night. Sounds like the set-list, bar a few variations, was pretty much similar to Dublin. “No Children” was a highlight here too and i got a big kick out of singing along to it and embracing my inner, lighter wielding nerd. First time seeing the Goats live and i have to say the enthusiasm, energy and feel-good finesse of the show really had me grinning from ear to ear when the second encore was over and the house lights came up. I guess they had to sometime.

    Anyway, i enjoyed your review. Nice one!

  2. Hi Fergal

    Thanks very much for your kind words, much appreciated! Always nice to hear from a Goats fan, no-one I know has even heard of them!

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