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Subject: This one is excellent Author: Oatmealgrizzly [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:15:50 01/02/03 Thu In reply to: Oatmealgrizzly 's message, "TSOOL Live Reviews" on 22:32:00 01/02/03 Thu http://www.laweekly.com/ink/02/21/music-babcock.php Music Reviews Canon Fodder by Jay Babcock THE SOUNDTRACK OF OUR LIVES at the Point Loma Quality Inn Hotel, March 23 (2002) "They're gonna a build a new dimension/And make a soundtrack of our lives/They're gonna build a new dimension/And drill a hole of imaginary time," sings Ebbot Lundberg on the Swedish six-piece the Soundtrack of Our Lives' "Firmament Vacation (A Soundtrack of Our Lives)," a 1996 song that can be read as a sideways-statement of purpose for a band firmly lodged in 1966­-1974. Tonight, a portal to that new dimension has been opened in the unlikely location of Point Loma's Cactus Rose Saloon, a studiously bland hotel bar that's usually host to country-and-western hickery, not squads of unrepentant mods, rockers and Summer of Love hippies. And yet here we are -- thanks to the for-the-love-of-it work of Mike and Anja Stax's Hipsters club -- in a temporary '60s wonderlounge of oil-lamp projections, wall-size pop-art murals, and onstage go-go dancers decked out in blue-and-white Swedish-flag blouses. The vibe is groovy rather than kitschy; it's the kind of show where the opening bands' lack of polish/talent is made up for by their enthusiasm, the endearing presence of family members and friends from work in the audience, and the knowledge that the Greatest Meat-and-Potatoes-and-Space-Cakes Rock & Roll Band in the World is gonna arrive onstage any minute. That may sound mad, but give a listen to any of the Soundtrack of Our Lives' wonderful worth-the-search (and yes, English-language) albums -- this is a band that actually measures up musically, lyrically and performance-wise to their obvious inspirations: the Who, the Stones, early Pink Floyd, the Beatles, the Doors, the Faces, etc. Tonight, as with the band's show earlier in the week at the Roxy, front man Ebbot is the beer-torsoed weirdbeard in a mumu, opening up his big ol' psychedelic soul on one song, goofballing it like a class clown through the next, roaming the audience in the third, testifying in the fourth. He's a sweet cross between Jim Morrison, Dennis Wilson and that guy from ABBA, and he's a generous presence: To look at this Uncle Rock and frown seems as impossible as not complying when he asks everyone to sit down midway through the affably admonitory "21st Century Rip Off." (Incredibly, everyone does.) The band rocks and booms, stomps and boogies; by the end of the set they're taking choice requests from the audience of fewer than 200, most of whom have never heard the band before. "It's a special night," says Ebbot at one point, beaming. Indeed. Let's hope we get to visit this dimension again sometime soon. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: London March 2001 Author: Oatmealgrizzly [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:38:08 01/02/03 Thu http://www.rocket.fm/scala.html Scandinavian Adult Pleasure at the Scala, London 28 March 2001 The headlining band of the evening, the Soundtrack of our Lives, enter the stage in front of a highly expectant audience, out of which I’d say at least 50% are Swedish. Before the band come on, a small but devoted crowd are excitedly jumping around in front of the stage, awaiting Ebbot, their prophet. And he doesn’t disappoint them. As they come onstage and burst into ‘Still ageing’ off the new album ‘Behind the Music’, Ebbot reaches out his hands to the people in front of him, his children, his disciples, singing “I’m still ageing so won’t you please come home”. And they will. They’ll go wherever he asks them to. So when he asks them all to sit down during 21st Century Ripoff, they obey straight away. Apart from the “cool” journalists and media people at the back who stay standing, sucking their fags and drinking their Red Stripe. Not even the band’s flagship, as Ebbot puts it, ‘Firmanent Vacation’ can make them realise that what they’re witnessing is one of the best bands in the world today. The rest of us need no further convincing. All the new songs go down well, and when Soundtrack leave the stage to the roars of more from the crowd, I can only pity the people who have shrugged at one of the best live bands they will ever see. In five years time, or however long it will take for the rest of the world to realise the brilliance of the Soundtrack of our Lives, they will all claim to have been there when they considered this band to be nothing. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]