Witchy and Overstimulated
Liars put a smell on you.
By Audra Schroeder,
4:48PM, Mon. Feb. 18, 2008
Quite simply, Liars killed Saturday night. The capacity crowd swelled to anxiety-attack levels after L.A. duo No Age's sonic set, but thank heavens Mohawk upgraded its sound system. When Liars opened for Interpol at Stubb's last fall, the sound was muddy and their tribal incantations seemed to confound a crowd ready to be lulled to sleep by the headliners.
What a difference relocation makes. Lanky frontman Angus Andrew contorted and heaved through the whole set list, which included a handful from last year's self-titled as well as a few noisier, screamier gems. Andrew knows how to rile the crowd by riling himself, and he did it all in a salmon pink suit. Smoked.