Live Review: Garbage — The Palladium, Hollywood
Wed, 03 Oct 2012 08:41:46
"We love you back," declared a beaming Shirley Manson during Garbage's rapturous sold out show at The Palladium last night.
Manson and co. proved that claim with a phenomenal performance that spanned their entire career, striking the perfect mix between classics and new gems from 2012's Not Your Kind of People. There's no band on the planet quite like Garbage, and that what makes them still so essential—if not more so.
"Automatic Systematic Habit" kicked off the show with frenetic energy that somehow managed to heighten even more as the evening progressed. Duke Erikson and Steve Marker immediately laid the foundation for a glorious wall of distortion as Butch Vig flawlessly fueled the groove with his towering percussive prowess. Manson, clad in a plaid dress, spritely ruled the stage as she delivered each word with panache, power, and passion. As these musicians converged on the group's signature sound, raw and real bliss overtook the Palladium.
The otherworldly buzzing of "I Think I'm Paranoid" gave way to a rousing "Shut Your Mouth", earmarked by distinct industrial heaviness. Those big rollicking riffs slipped into the neo-noir darkness of "Queer", which was so subtle, surreal, and seductive it could've been ripped from a scene in Blue Velvet or Lost Highway. Manson's energy transferred to the crowd as she exorcised a heavenly heaviness on a potent "Stupid Girl".
A sample of Rutger Hauer's famous "tears in the rain" soliloquy from Blade Runner about "Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion", gave an a propos preface to the skittering dreamscape of "Hammering in My Head", which teetered between an elegant onslaught of guitars and the siren's entrancing croon.
"Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)" and "Blood For Poppies" bounced with effortless swagger, adding some funk to the industrial overture. Prefacing "Battle in Me", Manson jested, "I'm going to fuck around. This next song is about fucking".
It was an undeniable sweaty romp forged in guitar and synth fireworks as well as the singer's immortal scream. "Special" became playfully fun, while "Only Happy When It Rains" ignited the biggest sing-a-long of the night. As the guitar entwined with the drums, the entire audience sang along before Manson could start. Garbage then delivered an unforgettable rendition of the track that'll undoubtedly stay with every witness for a lifetime.
Ultimately, Garbage remain ahead of the curve by light years. They play harder, and they love harder than anyone out there. It just makes sense though because they're Not Your Kind of People…
It's one of the best shows you'll see all year—or any year for that matter.
Were you there?