From their debut album, Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes, to their recent release, Nine Types Of Light, there is something deeply unsatisfying about much of TV On The Radio’s mercurial, recorded output. They are, at times, ludicrously experimental. There are few genres that they do not try to incorporate into their template, and as a result that template contains many colours, but it is also a hit and miss experience. This is particularly frustrating, as they are clearly a uniquely, supremely talented team, and if consistency was given greater priority they could become a band that you could incorporate into your heart rather than respect from a distance.
The live experience turns this premise on its head. Of course every night out is an adventure. I left home without my passport, two consecutive bars refused to serve this 27 year old, and I ended up downing two tequilas and two pints in the ten minutes before the band set foot on stage. Fuck yeah! Plus, the following video had already set my expectations alight:
Then TV On The Radio put on one of the best performance I have ever seen. It’s not just that they rock in an every day sense; they blew my mind out of my slack-jawed mouth and used my empty skull as a sonic serotonin punch bowl leaving me with the feeling that I was ascending to heaven. It is the velocity and passion of it all that astounds. TVOTR play this show like it is the last before the rapture (when will it be Harold Camping?). Live, ‘Staring At The Sun’ – where the falsetto backing vocals, pulsing guitars and programmed drums on the recorded version create a perfect, low-key balance – driven on by the drums becomes something akin to ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’. Horns blare out, sublime distorted guitar riffs emanate from beneath Kyp Malone’s colossal beard, and Tunde Adebimpe dances and yells both without restraint and with meticulous control. His singing is the band’s greatest strength. ‘The Wrong Way’, ‘Dreams’ and ‘Will Do’ all receive rabid renditions and receptions, but it’s the set closer ‘Wolf Like Me’ that sees the night become something truly exceptional/euphoric. For the encore, ‘Dancing Choose’ also makes for something memorable.
Some could argue that it was insensitive for the band to tour so soon after the death of their bassist Gerard Smith on 20th April, but I can think of no greater tribute to the man, than such an overwhelmingly passionate performance of the music into which he breathed life, and which continues to carry his memory so proudly. Personally speaking, I can say for certain that the recorded stuff has moved from a purely cerebral experience to something life-enhancing and loveable.