mogwai @ the wall live house, taipei, taiwan
friend of the night
i know you are but what am i?
i love you, i'm going to blow up your school
hunted by a freak
mogwai fear satan
i'm jim morrison, i'm dead
thank you space expert
2 rights make 1 wrong
we're no here
'friend' and 'scotland's shame' were switched - thanks simeon.
the wall live house
emerging through a blue haze of dry ice onto the stage on friday night, mogwai had plenty to live up to considering the gig’s nt$2,800 ticket price on the door. scaling trademark delay-drenched peaks and juxtaposing loud and soft with predictability, there were few surprises, but the crowd enjoyed the experience nonetheless.
dynamic contrasts (originally intended to startle audiences) prompted knowing anticipatory smiles. the band spoke very little except from a few glaswegian accented “thank-yous” from stuart braithwaite.
being there felt like the gig equivalent of re-watching a favorite movie — you know what’s going to happen, you can quote the lines in full, but for a lack of imagination you rent it anyway, and bask in the warmth of fond familiarity.