Of Montreal gets (shock) weird at Santos in New York

17 09 2009

By Jill Menze (@jillmenze)

Kevin Barnes and Solange at New York's Santos Party House

Kevin Barnes and Solange at New York's Santos Party House

So I’ve been seeing Grizzly Bear and Solange Knowles quite a bit lately, huh? Can’t say I expected to see either of them last night at Of Montreal’s performance at the Thrillist/ Refinery29/ Gilt Groupe Fashion Week party at New York’s Santos Party House, but there I was dancing next to Ed Droste at 3 a.m. while Solange joined Of Montreal on “Heatwave.”

But these pleasant oddities are par for the course at any Of Montreal show. This performance in particular was unusual in that it was in a far smaller venue than the Athens, Ga., band typically plays these days; the crowd was of the fashion world and not so much music; and the group played not one but two sets that stretched wee into the morning hours.

The first set, which started around midnight, was pretty straightforward. Two drum kits were set up, but only one was played occasionally while the band rolled through standards like “Suffer for Fashion,” “Rapture Rapes the Muses,” “Forecast Fascist Future” and the always-fun “An Elurdian Instance,” which saw confetti guns shot over the crowd. “Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer’s” 12-minute rattler “The Past is a Grotesque Animal” has always struck me as particularly indulgent, especially live, and generally I hope the group leaves it out, but here it popped up again to close out the set.

Afterward, the basement of Santos hosted a dance party to the likes of New York Dolls and Talking Heads before Of Montreal took the stage a second time. Frontman Kevin Barnes was, uh, noticeably out of it, to say the least, and the set was more of a wtf?!? mess than anything. Following a sloppy take on “Bunny Ain’t No Kind of Rider” there was some strange banter about homosexuals, and soon makeshift crosses held folks being crucified and Solange popped up out of nowhere.

“Oslo in the Summertime” saw the whole Of Montreal posse of band members, dancers and wigged chicks in diapers up onstage (I think?) to close out the second set, but once it ended Barnes remained, repeating “Lou Dobbs” (yeah, Lou Dobbs) into the mic til we couldn’t take it anymore and had to bolt.

All things considered, it was pretty freakin’ fun, for sure. Doubt I’ll be seeing them in a venue that small again for a long time (ugh, I already loathe you, Terminal 5 on Friday). Below are some pics to highlight the night’s strangeness. Enjoy.

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2 responses

17 09 2009
Marc

Ugh, namedrop some more will ya?

4 11 2009
a byte of e news

cool stuff here…this definitely going to end up on my bookmark pages

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