A psychedelic rock band did once play,
At a theatre in Enmore on a Thursday.
Instrumental logistics meant a reshuffle
Of their gig dates (but it was worth the hustle.)
Limited hipsters clad in paisley
Ran to the barrier oh so hastily,
Bellowing out their favourite tunes
which left Strawberry Jam’s delicacy in runes.
Alas, it was not all fun and games
Since, in flames, the stage was engulfed!
Bright flames of chunky distortion, contortion
Leaves the naked ear quite primed in time for
Fancy setups of inflatable teeth and crazy spirals.
The sober mind knows no viral tunes
In plumes it sets itself apart from
The starting band.
Collective did headline their own sideshow, after all….
An encore belched a triumvirate of crowd-pleasers
Initial teasers of too-many intro bars of “My Girls” leaves
The Enmore Wanderer in awe (what’s more – Avey and Panda seemed like they were playing
more for themselves than for anyone else)
Light dims, the piano tune begins.
I can’t help but consider this a requirement of experimental music.
At least THREE grains of salt are required in order to taste from the dish
of zesty, tender, psyche rock without frequenting the path of disdain for the self-love boasted
by the producers of such aural pleasures.
Merriweather Post Pavillion weaved through the set list like a small child on a tricycle.
Popular tracks left tacks in the feet of urbanites as upper-body swinging rendered the
audience a sea of slowly swaying seaweed.
Icicles not heaved at the stage! A crowd not depraved.
Hundreds of asos.com junkies well behaved.