Franz Ferdinand with Support from Bob Log 111 & The Kills (Mcr Apollo 25/10/04)
Shiny blue spandex and a helmet were the first items to catch the eyes and imagination of the crowd, as the first act of the evening Tucson, Arizona's Bob Log 111 emerged from the side of the stage, like Superman out of a phone box. Inaudible vocals and bullet speed guitar riffs bedazzled and bemused the masses; with razor sharp riffs that could only otherwise be heard when Meg says to Jack White in the recording studio; "can you hurry up we have to pick our outfits up from the dry cleaners?" The one man band was as free with the fun spirit as he was with the alcoholic variety, as the set highlight 'Boobscotch' was prefixed by a Mancunian indulging Bob by flavouring his whisky with her boob, much to the delight of onlookers. The song that followed this interlude epitomized Bob's eccentricity, exuberance and harmless fun loving nature. For the first time in the evening the audience was able to make out the whole song, as Bob gave new meaning to the term mixing your drinks.
After that mixing frenzy, it was time for some calmer, but just as captivating blues rock; The Kills got their chance to whip up a storm, and create an air of mystery in the intimate theatre venue. Maybe unknown to many of the gathered crowd, or echoing as a familiar name in their minds, the duo manage to captivate those stood before them, with their dirty, often sexy blues rock guitar riffs, topped by VV’s sharp often snarled and always cutting vocals.
Steaming through “Cat Claw,” and “Black Rooster,” coupled with other old favourites from their debut album “Keep On Your Mean Side,” Hotel and VV maintain their enthralling musicianship, captivating and filling the large venue (by The Kills standards) successfully. If that is not enough, then the crowd cannot help but be