September 03, 2003

I love The Webb Brothers. I've seen them twice before and interviewed them back when I was in college radio, and each of their albums I hold close to my heart. They've added their younger brother, James, to the group since I've seen them last, letting him take over the vocal duties on gems like "I've Been Waiting" and generally giving a bit more bouncing youthful energy to their live show. Shame the audience couldn't quite get the same enthusiasm - all but three songs were from their yet-to-be-released new album, meaning the fans were all hearing brand new material.

My love for ok go, on the other hand, is a selfish sort of love. I don't think their album is very good, but I enjoy it immensely in a guilty sort of way. I didn't admit to too many people that I was even staying after The Webbs - buuuut, ok go were actually very good live, mixing their formulaic numbers with antecdotes and onstage shenanigans, and making me eat my words, really. The highlight of the set, though, was a fully choreographed boy band dance to "Cinnamon Lips" that made my face hurt. The admission would've been worthwhile if the set had only consisted of this, and it makes me think they should join the circus and do the dance EVERY SINGLE DAY for my amusement.