Review: Divine Fits slip in with super show
REVIEW BY GARY CHUN / email@example.com
Going out to see a rock show at a club on a Monday night seems pretty self-defeating for any band. I mean, who the heck’s going to bother to see you at the beginning of a work week? Low expectations, right?
Well, when the band is of the calibre of Divine Fits, a couple hundred people made their choice to head down to The Republik and saw what amounted to be a damn fine show.
It marked the end of a brief Pacific Rim tour, and befitting a Monday, was a relatively casual gig for the band, who came on stage with no fanfare and got right down to business. Nothing fancy, just good, honest rock played by four guys who share an obvious chemistry with each other.
There’s a workman quality to Divine Fits. Britt Daniel, Dan Boekner, Alex Fischel and Sam Brown have between them many years experience in various bands like Spoon, Wolf Parade, Handsome Furs, New Bomb Turks and Rimpau. Their easy musical aplomb was a pleasure to behold.
Plus, the writing of Daniel and Boekner creates these great little poems — evident in three of the band’s first songs, telling of the jittery anticipation of love (“Baby Get Worse”), salvation (“Flaggin’ a Ride”), and the uncertainties of passion (“My Love is Real”).
The concert hit its stride with the Rolling Stones-y groove of “Like Ice Cream” that segued into a swamp-thick intro of “Would That Not Be Nice” that built up in musical muscle the quartet would then tear through, much to the delight of the crowd.
The band pretty much performed the entirety of its debut, “A Thing Called Divine Fits,” but threw in an unexpected cover in its two-song encore, punching out a lean, tough version of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ 1982 hit, “You Got Lucky.”
Local opening band (hailing proudly from Chinatown) Animal Mother helped make the night complete. Less than a year together, this band shows a lot of promise, their songs filled with a purposeful snap to them, with sometimes interesting arrangements. Definitely one to keep your eyes and ears on in the future.
All Monday nights should be this good.