mogwai @ new age, roncade, treviso, italy
kids will be skeletons
mogwai fear satan
you don't know jesus
hunted by a freak
i know you are but what am i?
may nothing but happiness come through your door
ratts of the capital
my father my king (30 mins)
support from malcolm middleton
from kenny mcdonald:
roncade is a weird place to hold a gig, never mind a mogwai one; a small, unimpressive village in the middle of nowhere. having just arrived mid afternoon, i immediately set about finding the venue. after twenty minutes of wandering round, and knowing virtually no italian whatsoever, it made sense to ask the ned-hatted and kappa-clad jakeys sat outside a café on the main street. "we’re not really sure, ourselves", explained stuart. "it’s in some industrial estate, it’s not in this town". "i can give you the address", added a helpful malcolm.
despite being on an industrial estate near to a village in the middle of nowhere, the new age is an impressive club. italian style definitely at work here, and whilst it is the size of say, king tut’s (although here the stage is tiny), the contrast couldn’t be greater. and, i know i’m very fortunate to see mogwai in a venue so small.
over half the club watched malcom’s set which was well received and rather morose. he does remind us it is friday night, though. mogwai amble onstage about 20 minutes after malcom leaves and open with ‘skeletons’. the song’s beauty is immediately evident and the packed crowd settles down for the show.
during the next couple of hours, mogwai played an extremely competent set, although despite it being the weekend, a rather subdued one. personal highlights of the first half were ‘stanley kubrick’ and of the second, ‘helicon 1’. other than flurries during ‘satan’ and ‘ratts’, it wasn’t particularly loud. are they expecting fag-firm stylee lawsuits?
with no curfews (unlike the uk), the encore of ‘mfmk’ was a perfect choice. this was about the only time where it really got noisy. but, all in all, this gig was a bit of an anti-climax. it offered plenty - a small, modern, packed venue in northern italy on a friday night. tonight, it delivered soothing and beautiful music, but not exactly ‘punk rock’. perhaps had i not recently re-acquainted myself with ‘rude boy’, my expectations wouldn’t have been so high.