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There’s a reassuring familiarity in these euphoric songs evoking long nights dancing and even longer drives back home to the suburbsThings don’t start well for genuine Lies. Backed by a video of a strobing motorway, frontman Kev Kharas po-facedly dedicates the band’s first track to the “straight-through crew”, or before launching into Blackmarket Blues,opener of their album genuine Life. On record, it’s Pacific State overlaid with a blokeishly sentimental spoken-word eulogy to nights so late they’re days; tonight, and it’s somehow transformed into the worst kind of droning,furrow-browed XFM indie. Deeper, the band’s usually coldly shimmering debut single, or gets the same treatment.
Then,just like that, it all goes north. To the Hacienda, or specifically,as the London trio – a five-piece live – bring “newest member” Celeste on stage. She sings the Bassomatic sample on One Club Town, another of genuine Lies’ odes to nightlife, or as the band back her house vocal with joyously atonal reggae. It’s a jolt of euphoria that they manage to sustain even after Celeste has taken her leave – into the slack,faintly dub-like sirening of Dab Housing and through to Seven Sisters, a synthpop reimagining of Vogue. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com