Cut Copy - HMV Forum, London 06/03/11
Photography: Chris Matthews
Oh Cut Copy, it's been awhile. Since November 11th 2008 to be precise, at that stunning gig at Camden Koko if you recall, is the last UK tour you ventured on when you were promoting In Ghost Colours. 28 months later and they're back, this time with the well-received and ambitious third-album Zonoscope to unleash upon a baying audience. And unleash they did.
We start with familiar territory however in the form of regular opener 'Visions', a one minute spacious precursor of bubbling anticipation before 'Nobody Lost, Nobody Found', a proven pairing found next to each other on In Ghost Colours. And it's as soon as the driving synths surface from the first note of 'NL, NF' that any thoughts of work on a Monday morning are banished from the minds of the majority of the crowd. It's either time to get engrossed, get involved, or stand taut with a beer at the back as motionless as a Kraftwerk tribute act.
Inevitably it's the old anthems, old favourites of 'Lights & Music' and 'Hearts on Fire' that really illuminate and excite the Forum - a quick glance sees even the upper balcony a swirl of shapes thrown and limbs flailed. Though it's the parts in-between that are crucial, the first taste of new material live an anticipated burden. They do fit in very well for the most such as with 'Pharaohs & Pyramids', the restless electro turnaround half-way through a euphoric delight. "Loudspeakers sound/white disco light", how relevant. 'Corner of the Sky' is somewhat of a surprise performer and takes on an energised new life in a live setting despite it's more humble ambitions, as Dan Whitfords' voice aches, nailing the high notes in the latter stages
The 10/15 minute behemoth 'Sun God' feels a shade out of place and could be guilty of self-indulgence, though this could of course be attributed to this Sunday evening setting. Prior to the encore SG contains a harder-edged dance vibe as the foursome get more techy with their gear, bobbing adjacent to mammoth gadgets. It's the type of track that would demanded to be raved to at a festival setting, though some audience members seem less keen at the potential masterpiece.
It's great to see some love for Bright Like Neon Love in the form of 'Saturdays', and it's evident throughout that this is Cut Copy enjoying themselves at the top of their live game.
More of an effort has been put into the live show, when we talked to CC a few weeks back they promised a more "theatrical" edge, and even something about a "big door". And this was indeed proven to be true. A massive door on stage often featured light shows to work in time with tracks, and the band as a whole generally owning the stage, strutting with more confidence and jumping around on speakers, those old rock-star routines. Cut Copy are in CTRL.
A superbly enjoyable evening and a gig most will unlikely forget in quite a while, Zonoscope successful in finding its diverse voice amongst the anthems of the past. Encore opener and beatific gem 'Need You Now' will surely join these ranks soon with its build/rise/build/rise and gratifying pay-off an instant pleaser. Now all there is to do is "Run for the last train/one of them will get you home". Just imagine what this would have been like on a Saturday night; though Cut Copy, please don't leave it another 28 months.
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