[lastfm link_type=”artist_info”]The Kills[/lastfm]
Really, it’s hard to think of any rock pair as intrinsically sexy as the lo-fi blues-punk duo Alison Mosshart and Jamie Tibbs of The Kills. Admittedly, I’ve been a fan of the Kills since their cassette demo beginnings and have seen many Kills shows, but mostly in smaller venues. It would be easy to expound on all the things right with their music: London fashion nods, the aura of mystery, the perpetual underlying tone of raw sensuality, and the [lastfm link_type=”artist_info”]PJ Harvey[/lastfm]-ish grunge guitars.
The Kills brought all that to the stage last night (complete with leopard-print stage backdrop), but didn’t sound as expansive on a larger stage as they do in a smaller venue. Although their newer record, Blood Pressures, as a much more “produced” sound, the Kills are more appropriate for cigarette-smoking, whiskey-drinking underground stages where they band can really showcase their ability to intimately connect with their fans.
Regardless, The Kills ripped through about eleven of their sex-drenched tunes including older favorites like “No Wow,” “U.R.A Fever,” “Tape Song,” and “Sour Cherry,” while receiving massive cheers for newer songs like “Satellite” and “The Last Goodbye.”