Kasabian @ Roadhouse
13/06/2004THE Kasabian experience is like an episode from Star Wars. On stage, a strange creature wriggles and twists before blasting onlookers away with ear-splitting vocals.
The difference is that in this scene the mutant has Ian Brown's attitude, Liam Gallagher's swagger, Jarvis' jazz hands and Mick Jagger's lips pouting like a fish looking for a plankton.
Jerking around with all the spasms and seizures of an Incredible Hulk transformation, Leicester skinny-indie boy Tom Meighan metamorphoses into the spawn of all those great rockénéroll frontmen.
Except heés also seriously challenging Simon Cowell in the high waistband stakes. Ités enough to send The Roadhouse into a sweat - so much so that ités almost seeping from the walls.
Processed Beats thumps along with electronic zapping while Pizzorno strikes flexi moves with his guitar; pitch bends buzz; and the crowd are left quaking in their cords.
The only person not moving is the guitarist whoés playing superglue rock: dressed in black and hair over his eyes, heés stuck in position, staring at his frets and playing as if his life depended on it.
The band are supposed to be political, but nobody listens to the words. The jagged edge harmonies of Reason Is Treason and latest single Club Foot force front-row fists to punch the air.
Better not get too close; looks like ités infectious.
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Reviewed: Fri, 18 June, 2004
