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December 04, 2007
the Clean, Live @ the Cake Shop, New York City 11.30.07

I brought my camera to the Cake Shop on Friday, but any pictures I might have taken from my millimeter of personal space two feet from the side of the stage would have been largely composed of the heads of those brave, pushy souls who got even closer. The above picture was flickr-napped from the account of photographer Christine Tadler, and also appeared in the Pitchfork write up of the next night's gig. Yeah, not even the same show, but I provide it mainly for the disadvantaged people in the MS audience with no ability to conjure mental images of their own if I said something like, and then three middle aged Kiwis proceeded to be awesome.
Before they were given a chance to, early claim stakers were entertained by Brooklyn fuzz pop purveyors, Crystal Stilts. There was an older guy perched alone at the far end of the bar next to me, who was looking twitchy all through their set. When I finally turned my head fully in his direction, he excitedly blurted out, "Do you know the name of this band? They sound like the Jesus and Mary Clean." His description was fairly accurate, but picturing myself hitting tiny rock clubs for another decade or two, with no one masochistic enough to accompany me and listen to my pithy band comparisons was a chilling vision of the future. Sorry guy.
To put it bluntly, there's no reason this gig should have been at the Cake Shop. I can appreciate the logic on paper, seeing lo-fi underground legends in a setting that might simulate the sort of places they'd play as a bunch of hungry young pups. But the fact that the original trio's three night stand "sold out" despite no advance tickets being made available (they were divvied up via a confusing RSVP process) and really, not much hype for the shows at all, means that there was way more interest than this room X 3 could hold. I planted a flag at the side front after the Stilts had exited, and withstood wave upon wave of back of the room immigrants, crashing into my shores on rafts of pure chutzpah after realizing that the club's site lines only extend about six feet deep. The crisp winter outside ensured that all of our extra layers combined to broil the room at a comfy 217 degrees. Does the "cool" of the intimate setting outweigh the hazards of profuse sweating? Would we not have been better off with a two night Mercury Lounge stand? I offer these quandaries to the blog reading masses.
Discomfort be damned though, as the Clean did in fact play a show not so far in front of my very eyes. Since discovering them a few years ago, the early singles and EP's from this band as conglomerated into the first disc of Merge's excellent 2003 Anthology, have become some of my all time favorites. Where other bands of the era were still trying to find more abrasive sounds and alienated imagery, the Clean were using severely limited recording equipment to craft warm and rambunctious tracks that sound nearly definitive as examples of the indie rock lo-fi aesthetic. To hear the simultaneously relaxed, elastic, and ecstatic guitar lines of 1982 Great Sounds Great... EP track "Fish" open the night's set was to retroactively hear the sound of dozens of Yo La Tengo songs being formed in the head of a young Ira Kaplan.
The band's back catalog is over two decades long, so an expansion of the set list beyond '82 was definitely to be expected. The crowd was pumped and appreciative for everything they decided to play, but I think we were all secretly biding our time in wait for the early classics. This is both a horribly unfair mindset, and a universally incurable one. So we waded through the sloppy-sweet guitar instrumentals for our concentrated single doses, and then proceeded to go bananas. Pre-encore, that meant "Billy Two," "Slug Song," Odditty," and the sublime "Getting Older," which was sneakily predestined to get automatically more poignant with each passing moment. These are simple songs, i.e., hard to fuck up, but they all seemed perfect and flawed and true to I, Superfan. The combination of a hot PA system, a sweltering room, and Kiwi accents meant that every bit of stage banter warped into Peanuts' teacher drone, but it didn't matter much. They seemed pretty happy.
The gents slipped off the stage for a minute or two, in a frightfully bad "encore or no encore" bluff. I mean, they had gone to the trouble of bringing, setting up, and sound checking a keyboard that hadn't been used all evening. The sardines packed into my section of the tin were certain that was a indicator of a rousing "Tally Ho!" in our future. Of course there was, as dictated by the laws of logic and not completely disappointing your audience, but there was a bit of a fake out nonetheless. The bouncing organ hook of the original "Tally" was transposed to David Kilgour's guitar, the chorus subcontracted to every person in the room, which was electric. The keys finally got their due, with Robert Scott anchoring a take us home rendition of "Anything Could Happen." * Though I selfishly wanted them to play all of Anthology in chronological order, I couldn't help but feel blessed to have the chance to cross this one off my list at all.
Those of you who've yet to hear the band's output for yourselves have some homework to do.
* I'm not a thousand percent sure if my chain of events is right on, I think the toll of beers and anticipation is probably skewing my set list remembrance a bit, so if you were down there in the trenches with me and want to offer a helpful corrective be my guest.
Posted by Jeff Klingman at December 4, 2007 01:10 PM
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Sounds like a righteous evening, and thanks to your luminous prose, I can at least imagine the vibe of a gig for which I was sadly too lame to accompany you on. Apparently, the guy at the end of the bar liked the show a lot too; it reminded him of a kiwi rock sampler he used to have.
Posted by: david at December 4, 2007 04:03 PM
Hi--very well written entry on Friday night's show. I was lucky enough to be there Thursday and Friday nights. (No thanks to Cake Shop. My own anecdote: I stopped by the place in early November to ask about tickets, and some doofus who obviously had never heard of The Clean told me they wouldn't be selling any. I was stunned, and I pressed him on the matter. His comments? People could just line up outside, like it was any other show at the club. I haven't been so dumbstruck all year. Weeks later, when I was e-yelling at the club's managers about Saturday night being "sold out" after trying to reserve some slots online, they apologized and told me the guy I talked to hadn't seen the memo. I agree: he definitely didn't get the memo.)
I hope I won't be blacklisted next time for saying this.
Speaking of Cake Shop: my understanding is that it was something worked out between the club and the band. They're on friendly terms, apparently, ergo three shows at a pretty humble club. For comparison, the previous times I saw The Clean were at Maxwell's in Hoboken (this was on September 17 2001--you don't really forget dates from that period) and The Knitting Factory (a far calmer June 2003). As to last week's lack of publicity, also intentional (again, this is what I was told): a little jaunt through Europe and a new album [!] are in the works, so what we saw were essentially rehearsals. Pretty good rehearsals, I'd say.
I too came to love The Clean through their oldest stuff (and a couple of my favorites on "Compilation"--"Count to Ten," "Wild Western Shores"--seem to have been off-the-top-of-their-heads flashes of genius, yet they deserve to be trotted out and played again. I fear they're virtually forgotten now...but imagine how many of these kinds of songs they must have had back in Dunedin circa 1981!). And it's worth having a copy of "Anthology" just for "Two Fat Sisters."
But I have a strong appreciation for their work since the early 1980s, and loved hearing them play that stuff too. I have a lot of time for both "Vehicle" and "Modern Rock" ("Someone" is a hell of a good song, and I think "Outside the Cage" is one of the band's most beguiling pieces--so psychedelic, so pensive), and some of "Getaway" is terrific (reacquaint yourself sometime with "Poor Boy" and "Complications." Both absolutely stunning).
But yes, the early stuff was great, and great still sounds great.
Lastly, I'm 95% sure Friday night's last song was "Slug Song"...but I'm 99% sure it wasn't "Anything Could Happen."
So there we are. Way more than my two cents' worth, I realize...for which, sorry. (No one forced you to read the whole thing, I guess.) Again, very nice work on your eloquent rundown of the experience.
Posted by: jeff at December 5, 2007 12:16 AM
I think I transposed "Anything" and "Slug Song" in my head maybe? I'll leave it as is though, and let the uncertainty play out for the interested down here. Claim it's all a meditation on the mysterious transience of subjective memory, or some shit. Thanks for your account though.
Posted by: Jeff K at December 5, 2007 08:33 AM
hey jeff,
i think you should try a different name for your sock puppet. Jeff is too obvious.
Posted by: david at December 5, 2007 02:17 PM
Slander!
Posted by: Jeff K at December 5, 2007 02:38 PM
No, no--it really was a different Jeff. That would be me. I'll also shamelessly attach a review of the show I did for the Financial Times.
Posted by: Anonymous at December 5, 2007 03:32 PM
Hmm. That seemed not to work. Let's try again: http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/6d51477c-a289-11dc-81c4-0000779fd2ac.html
Posted by: Jeff at December 5, 2007 03:35 PM
nice piece, jeff. I knew you were legit, and was only joshing herr klingman. Btw, David Kilgour's Here Comes the Cars used to be my go-to late-night CD. A hidden gem well worth finding, people!
Posted by: david at December 6, 2007 09:10 PM
Thanks for the kind words, David. (You're not David Kilgour's sock-puppet, are you?) I was very pleased that my editors at the FT thought a little piece on The Clean was worth having. Believe it or not, I found this review exceedingly difficult to write. It's hard to explain The Clean's music and importance to an audience that you assume has never heard of them...it's much easier to write 1,000 words on a thing like this than 350 words.
Funny you mention "Here Come the Cars"--it was the one Kilgour album I never really rated, but in the last few weeks I've gone back to it and am enjoying it a lot more. (I think "Sugar Mouth" and "Feather in the Engine" are both stellar, and "Heavy Eights" and "Frozen Orange" have exceptional moments, even if they're inconsistent overall. "The Far Now" is the one that really disappointed me.)
Posted by: Anonymous at December 7, 2007 11:44 AM
Thanks for the kind words, David. (You're not David Kilgour's sock-puppet, are you?) I was very pleased that my editors at the FT thought a little piece on The Clean was worth having. Believe it or not, I found this review exceedingly difficult to write. It's hard to explain The Clean's music and importance to an audience that you assume has never heard of them...it's much easier to write 1,000 words on a thing like this than 350 words.
Funny you mention "Here Come the Cars"--it was the one Kilgour album I never really rated, but in the last few weeks I've gone back to it and am enjoying it a lot more. (I think "Sugar Mouth" and "Feather in the Engine" are both stellar, and "Heavy Eights" and "Frozen Orange" have exceptional moments, even if they're inconsistent overall. "The Far Now" is the one that really disappointed me.)
Posted by: Jeff at December 7, 2007 11:44 AM
I fell for Here Come the Cars, just the sweet melancholy of the songs, and found it was the only thing that could calm me down after a night of insanity in the east village. I tracked down Sugar Mouth, but I found it less consistent, although the first three tracks are brilliant. Eventually I found Frozen Orange and agree that it is excellent in spots. I'll take your word on the others. HCTC has a magic and a flow to it, which is of course completely shattered by the one barn-burner, track 6, the aptly named "Spasm," which is about as welcome as Andy Summers's "Mother" on Synchronicity. But I kind of dig it now because it reminds me of how many times I lurched across my tiny bedroom to hit the forward button when it came on.
Posted by: david at December 10, 2007 09:41 AM
Hi--sorry for silence, just came across your post. If you're still looking at this thread, you've definitely convinced me to keep working at "Here Come the Cars"--and I'm intrigued by what's so offensive about "Spasm".
For my part, I'd ask you to listen more closely to two songs on "Sugar Mouth": "Filter" and "Recollection." I love the lyrics of "Filter" especially (and cannot figure out why the song got that title): "I don't want a war with you/ So I keep my distance/ That'll do/ You no good."
As for "A Feather in the Engine," it's absolutely terrific. Well worth seeking out--though I wouldn't be surprised if it took you a couple of listens.
Posted by: Jeff at December 11, 2007 06:51 PM
I know I am ridiculously late in finding this, but I'm glad I did. I'll add this in case anyone's still out there:
The Great Unwashed (the band David and Hamish Kilgour formed after they canned the Clean for the first time) are also well worth checking out. Their album/EP compilation (just called "Collection") is interesting, but they kind of took a strange distorted folk approach to recording those tracks. A lot of the songs from that time sounded a lot better live, and there's a pretty awesome tape called "Oddities 2" (yes folks, a cassette! remember them?) that was released a long time ago (obviously) and has never appeared on CD. It's well worth tracking down for the live versions of "What You Should Be Now" and "Toadstool Blues", and the otherwise unreleased "Big Mouth" and "Middle-Sized Mind" (which is staggering, one of my top five songs involving David Kilgour, which is pretty much my all-time top five anyway).
I'm not sure why or how anyone would find "Spasm" offensive though . . . okay it's the most pacy song on HCTC, but it's hardly abrasive and doesn't ruin the mood of the record for me.
By the by, I saw the Clean in NZ in March 2007 and it was the best gig I've ever been at by a long way.
Posted by: DonSimon at June 16, 2008 07:10 AM


