Kenneth Branagh at a You Am I gig?! I
had to look twice. It turned out to be an ostrich-like version, but that's New
York for you: imitations, echoes, shadows ... of fame, fatal fame. It's been
styled into people's DNA.
The Mercury Lounge sings with those
dreams, with bar-land ambitions and grungy possibilities. Welcome to New York:
the font of opportunity, the home of lost souls.
This is the last night of You Am I's
American tour to promote their new RCA release #4 Record. Back home in
Australia this group shimmer with critical and commercial success. But when singer-guitarist
Tim Rogers, drummer Russell Hopkinson and bassist Andy Kent hit the stage it's
a shock to see this much-vaunted group (their admirers include Sonic Youth, the
former Soundgarden, Oasis and silverchair). They look battered, ragged, puffy,
greasy, pale, just plain unwell and messed up by the road.
A full house of some 200 people,
50/50 American/Australian, greets them enthusiastically. I've made the mistake
of saying to Andy Kent earlier at the bar that it's great to hear so many
Australian accents. The comment seems to trouble him - why grind away here for
an audience they already have back home?
Tim Rogers may have answers to that.
He comes on as if James Brown has possessed his spastic, skinny white-boy body,
thrusting his arse out, jutting his chin, giving a declarative rap about
"showtime". A moustached Russell Hopkinson has a look best described
as bottleshop Spanish, with a drumming action indebted to a loopy Keith Moon
sensibility that seems to push the songs forward into the audience. Andy Kent's
huge bass chords cable the whole beast together.
This is a great three-piece down on
its luck. And it takes a few songs before You Am I really start to burn. During
that build-up it's interesting to watch how utterly driven Tim Rogers is - the
increasing intensity of his physical performance.
From the by-now-standard windmill
fury of his guitar style to the gravelly, throaty envelope around the sweeter
thinness of his recorded voice ... to the spitting, the wisecracks, the sense
of danger that underlines him at every turn, most explicable in a ferocious
version of Junk where he almost eats the microphone in two or three gestures
that are strangely chilling.
Rogers's energy is phenomenal. He appears
to have literally worn Hopkinson and Kent out with his drive, to have chewed up
their existential energy and to push on the ghosts of what is left of them.
Rogers tries to use humour to cover
or mask what is an extraordinarily angry performance. But it continues to pour
out of him.
Trike has much more power than the
recorded version but it doesn't shine as a song. It also hints at a wrong turn
in Rogers's writing - the '60s affectations, The Who meets The Jam fandom that
has taken the band away from the direct and raw muscularity of their Sound As
Ever debut.
It is as if he has gotten too smart,
too embroiled in his love of pop history. He's still a brilliant songwriter, of
course - studious, encyclopedic, ruthless as a craftsman, but he seems to be
commenting all the time, pointing and observing rather than feeling. He's
losing the centre of the music, himself.
Perhaps that's the source of the
inexplicable rage that has always been a part of Rogers's mocking stage
persona. After the show I see him sitting alone downstairs with a black glass
of Guinness in hand, looking morose. I ask him, "What's the matter - you
look down in the mouth?"
Rogers tells me and repels me at the
same time with the comment, "Everybody has their problems, you know."
I can't tell if it's an appeal for intimacy or a snarl.
It's been a great night. Powerful,
intelligent music from a band quite clearly injured by their own quest to make
it in America.
Tim Rogers must wonder where it's
going to end.
- Mark Mordue
* First published Sydney Morning Herald/The Age, December 24, 1998
+ Image of You Am I taken from a promotional poster for You Am I's #4 record. More images and details at http://www.posterlane.com/?page_id=140
+ Image of You Am I taken from a promotional poster for You Am I's #4 record. More images and details at http://www.posterlane.com/?page_id=140