Go on then, name some cool male/female duos!
Those without anything approaching a long term memory might opt for Anonymous and Old Cow from The Ting Tings. As if. Or Alice and Ethan from Crystal Castles. Okay I’ll give you that because those two kick ass! Or maybe, now cast your minds back fickle bastards, Jack ‘Bond-theme-strangler’ White and his sister/wife Meg. They had the blues man. Seriously though there are umpteen others you could sift through. It’s subjective after all. But I bet it’d take a while for most to come up with VV and Hotel from The Kills. Well shame on you.
What is heartening to see is that there are a lot of people who do see this duo, Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince if you prefer their birth names, for the rockingest man-woman blitzkrieg they actually are. The venue is uncomfortably full, health and safety could bust the place at any second. It adds to the intoxicating atmosphere as The Kills roar into action as the dying embers of Obama’s presidential speech die in the PA. This is all about change.
Kind of shoehorned in maybe but as they hurtle through songs from all three Kills eras – or albums if you prefer – there’s a definite change to see. The squall, white noise of earlier tunes gives way to genuine ‘hits’ on new album Midnight Boom - U.R.A. Fever, Cheap and Cheerful and Alphabet pony to name only three - are greeted more feverously. You do sense though that the sleaze and filth with which the older songs are flung around on stage also hits the spot with those in attendance. Good. The Kills rock the fucking bollocks off any limp-wristed chancers I can think of and deserve their time in the spotlight. They’ve got the attitude, the tunes and the dark glasses to cope with the glare.
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