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INTERVIEWS
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Miami
Herald
Pet
Shop Boys soar, sputter to start tour
BY HOWARD COHEN, hcohen@herald.com, 05/16/2002 03:01 AM EDT
British
pop duo Pet Shop Boys once again chose Miami Beach as the starting
point for a world tour just as they did three years ago.
On
Tuesday night at the Jackie Gleason Theater, the Pet Shop Boys also
aimed to reinvent themselves.
''No
wigs, costumes, makeup, sets,'' keyboardist Chris Lowe told The
Herald last week in discussing plans for The Release Tour. ``We're
presenting ourselves as musicians for the first time. We're clearing
the stage and performing songs.''
It
was an intriguing premise. Aside from the new CD, Release, the Pet
Shop Boys have always favored electronic instrumentation and theatrical
shows.
Ironically,
for a duo hoping to present ''themselves,'' the pair have never
seemed more hidden.
The
murky, fog-enshrouded stage and backlighting obscured their features
so that for the majority of the 90-minute concert the Pet Shop Boys
and the musicians played in shadow.
At
times, this made singer Neil Tennant seem enigmatic. During the
somber ballad, Love Is a Catastrophe, a sheer screen fell and the
back of the stage looked like a gorgeous starry sky.
But
mostly, the Cure-like gloom left an impersonal feeling even as Tennant
displayed a welcome sense of humor.
''For
the next song you have to imagine I'm a 17-year-old rap fan -- that
shouldn't be too difficult,'' the 47-year-old singer said in introducing
The Night I Fell in Love, a disarmingly sweet song in which he imagines
having a post-concert fling with an unnamed Eminem.
In
a show that felt like a roller coaster with, unfortunately, as many
Death Valley lows as Mount Everest peaks, the Pet Shop Boys created
as pulsating an electronic dance beat as they ever have.
It's
a Sin, the second encore, was thunderous, with great walls of synthesizers,
two guitarists and a percussionist driving the catchy tune home.
Their cover of Always on My Mind was as overproduced -- and irresistible
-- as ever. Conversely, Go West, with canned backing vocals, never
sounded more artificial and mechanical.
Still,
some of these old songs remain great fun as was the new dance-rocker
Sexy Northerner.
But
some attempts at refashioning favorites, like the mid-tempo You
Only Tell Me You Love Me When You're Drunk, fell flat, doomed by
busy arrangements.
However,
the night's biggest catastrophe was the god-awful sound at the Gleason
that may, or may not, have been the Boys' fault.
Overly
loud, booming, distorted -- pick whatever adjective you like --
it sounded as if no one was paying attention during sound check,
if indeed they even bothered with one, because it's hard to imagine
songwriters as brilliant as these two accepting such conditions
to showcase their new arrangements.
Miami Herald
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