OF MONTREAL play London’s Koko this autumn. Their songs soar and weave with energy and goodwill, daring anyone who hears them to walk away without a smile on their face. Listening to Of Montreal, you might think that singer Kevin Barnes is missing the angst gene. But the longer you listen, the more you start to realize that maybe missing the angst gene is a blessing. It allows Kevin to explore more fully his crazily creative ideas and to make wondrous music, drawing on influences from the Byrds or even the Mamas And The Papas; the group’s songs are all sweet pop ditties, as suitable for campfire-singing as stage performance.
Of their legendary live show: Make no mistake: a Kevin Barnes-led Of Montreal concert is a well-choreographed affair. It leaves not a second to the between songs audience-band banter and request-shouts for which many rock concerts are known and loved. But that cost is more than returned in entertaining spectacle.
Indeed, OM concerts risk being seen as theater whose soundtracks threaten to take over the performance. But the reverse is actually the case. They are tight live versions of impressively creative yet patently poppy studio productions– Blog Critics
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