Electrelane

So I’m here to see Electrelane. I do this often. I go see a band. I don’t really know what to expect from it. I don’t know whether I’m going to like it. But I’m always meant to expect something. It’s what I do. It almost feels like an _obligation _sometimes. They told me it would be good.

So I look around my characterless setting and realise that the all too familiar proclamations of *‘SOLD OUT’ *were indeed true. This hall was full. Brimming, one might say. Why was everyone thirty? I feel so young, dammit. Maybe I _need to be thirty. Maybe I am not the correct demographic that is allowed to like this. Maybe I am not the correct demographic that _can like this. I do.

So the four sullen pouts grace the stage. They should be models. They could be. It only adds to this feeling. I _feel _elegant. Wrongly, perhaps. Do I even have a choice. The guitar drums while the bass strokes and drums are barely required. *Monotony *is the key but not through languor. It is a monotony that relaxes; one that might just send you to harmony; it might send you to sleep in the nicest possible way.

So *Electrelane *created what was arguably the album of 2001. I had no opinion to argue. I have an opinion now and there is little chance in hell that I would even attempt to argue now.