It seems every gig I want to go to at the moment ends up being booked at Terminal 5, which is in no-man’s land west of Hell’s Kitchen; 3 long Avenues and several blocks away from the closest subway. I don’t mind Terminal 5 as a venue, a somewhat larger & more industrial version of The Hi-Fi in Sydney, it’s just a slightly annoying location for a New Yorker now used to complete ease of accessibility. So when I eventually get there, the show better be worth my while.
This time I ventured upstairs instead of my usual dance floor position, figuring every part of the venue would be a dance party for this show. Correct. And I could see over the top of everyone. Double win. Even witnessed the periodic dropping of small cushions from the upper levels down to the ground floor, and them then being tossed (gradually moving towards intentional pegging) around the crowd.
The Disclosure album experience was a good one; gradually I became more and more fond of it as is likely to happen with any well-produced dance pop album. Obviously one the big draw cards to Settle is the variety of great collaborations, something that is hard to translate into a live show. Without their collaborative vocalists, the Disclosure live experience was missing a big element of my attraction to them.
I do appreciate the need, and desire, to tour however. The brothers are producers, first and foremost, and do a good job with that they do…the crowd was definitely having an amazing time. They gave them variety; opening with F For You they moved on to mix up some of their more popular tracks with interludes of some pretty heavy beats. They enlisted the help of their album-mascot, that face, to play the part of London Grammar for Help Me Lose My Mind, before bringing out their only live vocalist Sam Smith, to help finish on a party note for Latch.
When I purchased the tickets ($28, a steal like most every other gig in NYC) I had tossed up going to their DJ set at Brooklyn nightclub Output instead. Having now seen their live show, I wish I had just gone to the DJ set instead. The DJ set sold out much quicker than the 3 live shows, and ticketless hopefuls scoured the below-freezing streets (Polar Vortex Pt. 2 is coming) outside Output on Saturday night in search of some luck.
The live show was a dance party for sure, a very sweaty one, and I still had a lot of fun. But I did walk away (cloaked in post-dance sweat) thinking I could have turned the album up really loud in my apartment, invited a tonne of friends around, and had the same experience. Minus the light show, which was actually pretty good.
-Lani Williams