Popped along to the Astoria on Thursday night to see MGMT, but was really pleasantly surprised to catch the warm-up act, Florence and the Machine. Florence has one of the most powerful voices I've ever heard come out of such a tiny white girl, and not in a pretentious pseudo-soul Joss Stoney kind of way, just raw, gutteral power. With glittery eyelashes and a lot of gangly girlishness, Florence channels much of the kookiness of other charismatic frontwomen like Lovefoxx(CSS) and Natasha Khan (Bat for Lashes). Lyrics like 'a kiss with a fist is better than none' (and a whole song about eating a bird thats sees her do a bad thing and then its song coming out of her mouth and giving her away) recall Regina Spektor's quirky ramblings, but before I condemn her with too many comparisons, check her out yourself on myspace.
I'm a massive Indian Jones fan.I even did a degree in archaeaology. The disappointment I felt at university when I found out none of my lecturers looked remotely like Harrison Ford was echoed last night when I saw the latest Indie offering.Spoiler alert! Though its not nearly as bad as some critics have made out, I just felt the whole package was some forced, plasticky substitute for the real thing. There was the standard modern Hollywood error of investing massively in special effects, whilst scrimping on script.There's a chance they didn't even have one. And despite all the normal Indie ingredients that are ticked off like a checklist: waterfalls; check, bugs; check,monkeys, snakes, temples, treasure with paranormal powers, truck chases, whip and hat action;check. It just wasn't the same. Maybe this has a lot to do with us not being the same, or our expectations being too great. Whereas Nazis and the power of God were fear factor enough in the original films, the crystal skull has Indie surviving a nuclear explosion in the first five minutes, after which nothing really shocks.Well, actually; some of it is still pretty shocking, but not in a good way.