It kind of ups your indie
credential if you have a song, possibly from an old (read: first) album,
possibly a big hit (read: your biggest hit ever) that you then conscientiously
refuse to play live. It paints you in
fashionable faded grays as a difficult, tormented artist producing over catchy
hits which you then almost regret, but well, you’re good, you just could not
help it.
But let us not be too harsh on
Bloc Party- they do actually play Two
More Years every now and then, just not too often, and not on Sziget this
time. Just as they don’t always split up, but when they do, it’s not really
forever- indefinite hiatus is one of the terms which keeps popping up so often
in their biography that they might as well name a song in it’s honour.
They also tinkered with the line
up a bit, confusing some of those in attendance, who stared into the mysterious
depths of their beer looking for an answer as to whether the band’s drummer was
always female. And that’s a no- Louise Bartle joined the band after the
slightly acrimonious departure of Matt Tong in 2013, of which Kele Okereke
enigmatically said to have involved disagreements over cocaine.
The one obvious thing though is
that this fresh incarnation of Bloc Party definitely seems to be in a better
place than the late troubled version of the previous line up. They sound better
as well, the songs following each other in a strong, clear sequence, with Kele’s
voice still being one of the most distinctive ones to have surfaced from the
seas of noughties indie. And then there’s the punch, the moment when you feel
that a song becomes a bit of a festival anthem, with the crowd singing along
and swaying to the rhythm- this happened around Banquet, incidentally my second favourite Bloc Party song, and I
almost forgave them for that Two More
Years omission- I say almost not because the set itself did not make up for
it amply, but because I occasionally indulge in holding harmless grudges.
In case you wonder whence the silly love for Two More Years, well, it happens to belong to a very elect and select list of indie songs which I have decided to use as the basis of fundamental existential guidelines, sort of a replacement for holy texts and self help books, which I find a nigh impossible to read. The relevant bit is 'You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you' and I dare you to argue with it, because, of course, it's pointless and you will lose.
In case you wonder whence the silly love for Two More Years, well, it happens to belong to a very elect and select list of indie songs which I have decided to use as the basis of fundamental existential guidelines, sort of a replacement for holy texts and self help books, which I find a nigh impossible to read. The relevant bit is 'You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you' and I dare you to argue with it, because, of course, it's pointless and you will lose.
The backbone of the set was
obviously built on the older albums, maybe a bit conspicuously so for a band
theoretically promoting their latest release, but then again festival playlists
are always a bit of a compromise and leave space for less experimentation,
which given the onslaught of acts following one another does make sense in the
grand scheme of things. And in this very grand scheme of things we are glad to
have Bloc Party back with new faces but good old vibes.
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