The New World
Last night we went to see X play at Irving Plaza. Before the concert they played a 1986 documentary about the band called “X: The Unheard Music”. That was followed by a concert by the four original band members, including a playing of the entire Los Angeles album start-to-finish. Given that the documentary (which is well worth watching by the way) was from 25 years ago I’d say these guys have held up pretty well.
And since I was ragging on Christgau earlier, here’s his partially comprehensible view on that debut album:
Los Angeles [Slash, 1980]
From poet-turned-chanteuse Exene to junk-guitar journeyman Billy Zoom, these aren’t mohawked NME-reading truants who think Darby Crash is God or the Antichrist. They’re sexy thrift-shopping bohos who think Charles Bukowski is Norman Mailer or Henry Miller. This may not be exactly the aura they crave, but combined with some great tunes it enables them to make a smart argument for a desperately stupid scene. Of course, when they’re looking for a cover (or a producer), they go to the Doors, prompting L.A. critic Jay Mitchell to observe: “Their death and gloom aura is closer to the Eagles, which is to say it is all Hollywood.” But only in L.A. is that an insult, elsewhere the distinction between a city and its industrial hub is more like a clever aperçu. A-
Yeah, I don’t know what aperçu means either.
Anyhow, excellent show, and since the Yanks got rained out I didn’t even miss anything up in the Bronx.