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mogwai @ rialto theater, tucson, az, usa 10/09/08


poster by ryan trayte

setlist

  • yes! i am a long way from home
  • thank you space expert
  • summer
  • i'm jim morrison, i'm dead
  • christmas steps
  • i love you, i'm going to blow up your school
  • like herod
  • batcat
  • mogwai fear satan
  • the precipice
  • ithica 27o9
  • scotland's shame
  • we're no here

    thanks derrick

    support from fuck buttons

    rialto theater

    a noteworthy setlist - 'we're no here' and the six songs from the then-unreleased 'the hawk is howling' album aside, everything else is at least ten years old.


    reviews/comments

    from derrick pooyouma:

    great show. anyone interested in getting the split single - arrive early they only put out a limited number per show. they told me they burn them before arriving to each show. so get there early if you want one!

    arizona daily wildcat:

    myriad folks gathered to bow their heads and shoe-gaze for mogwai at the rialto last wednesday: punks, pop kids, hipsters and age-appropriate appreciators. we were all present to have our auditory senses happily assaulted by the massive electric guitar static and thick bass chords that emitted sounds so low, it would have elephants and whales writhing to death - sacrifices to the rock gods.

    mogwai holds no attachment for lyrics. so what better way to start the night off than with "long way?" this piece begins with a squeaky little scottish girl speaking, whom i couldn't understand for the life of me.

    heavily laced with guitar riffs and initial bass, the song falls on your chest like a ton of bricks. it eerily ended with a pre-recorded scottish man speaking over a phone, played backwards to make his unintelligible accent even less comprehensible.

    all were sunk into the subdued state that washes over you during the mogwai experience, but one girl felt the need to bring the excitement to the table that mogwai was apparently not offering her. this svelte douche bag crawled onstage and threw herself onto a group of unsuspecting persons, possibly in hopes of crowd surfing. the only person who appreciated her desperation for attention was one fellow she fell on, who got some accidental boob action.

    distractions aside, the fuck buttons and mogwai provided a night of stellar entertainment for this wildcat, and i would recommend you have your eardrums invaded by them any time.

    maura lastovicka


    photos

    http://www.chrisnj.com/gallery2/v/mogwai3


    mogwai's us tour diary

    from mogwai.co.uk:

    next day: tuscon, arizona showday. we’ve played here before. it’s a big walk-up-ticket town because if it’s not then there are going to be 210 people at the show. i went to the hotel which had its charms, namely the towels with fabric conditioner on them which daintily spread the water over my big frame instead of making me actually dry. i quite enjoyed how the shower curtain and the extra shower curtain that stopped the window blinds from being soaked caressed my skin every time i moved a limb. disgusting. we would go and eat there later just to see how quirky the food was…….turns out that they put a mashed hundredweight of raw garlic into dom’s pasta thus rendering him unsociable for the rest of the night. we watched an incessant lightning storm roll in with fuck buttons and saw some crickets. after fb’s played, ben was presented with his birthday cake and we gave him a nice bottle of patron tequila. quite an uneventful desert sojourn in the day-time but the show was actually really good, loads of people turned up in the end and afterwards we went to the same place where showers and dinner was served to watch fb’s do a dj set. it turned out that i ended up doing it instead, i’m such a decks-hog, it’s embarrassing. about 1 people danced. result. the night was long and arduous and tomorrow we would drive to the hellhole that is el paso for a terrible day off which was completely depressing. my eggs benedict saved the day really. i’ll say this for the americans, they are pretty good at the food, even the really crappy stuff is usually ok. the service is about 30 or 40 times better than in the uk and possibly 100 times better than in scotland itself. always a tapwater when you sit down, nice touch but very hard to find the same garnish in the restaurants and cafes on our horrible little island. now it's off to austin to play at stubb’s bbq joint.