Concert
in the Gardens
Edinburgh’s
Hogmanay
Four
stars
The
spirit of Glasgow club-night Optimo hung over the capital on a grand scale to
see out 2018 with a very hip spring in its step. While Optimo DJs prepared to
man the decks alongside Chicago House queen The Black Madonna at Leith Theatre,
Edinburgh’s Hogmanay kick-started official celebrations with a mainstage triple
bill headlined by Franz Ferdinand, one of the first of a post-millennium art-pop
new wave to infiltrate the mainstream.
That
happened shortly after the band’s first scheduled Edinburgh’s Hogmanay
appearance was cancelled due to high winds. Fifteen years on, the same slot is
taken by Free Love, the Glasgow-based duo of Suzi Rodden and Lewis Cook
formerly known as Happy Meals. The euphoric storm of hippified techno whipped
up by a barefoot Rodden and a beret-clad Cook on an analogue electronic kit
flanked by a mini backdrop of psychic signs and symbols suggests biblical weather wouldn’t
be a problem.
Rodden revels in conjuring electronic zaps into the air inbetween singing
in French or else breaking out into Lindsay Kemp style dance routines. She also
has fun with flowers in a way that probably hasn’t been seen since early Smiths
gigs.
Joseph
Mount’s five-piece version of Metronomy follow with a propulsive show of squelchy
dancefloor prog, with wiggy keyboards and high-pitched vocal lines underpinned
by a percussive pulse that makes for a deliciously pretty experience.
Franz
Ferdinand enter with the sort of showbiz swagger fourteen months on the road
and an old school dance hall style backdrop bring with it. With guitarist Dino
Bardot and multi-instrumentalist whizz-kid Julian Corrie now fully integrated into
the fold by way of last year’s Always Ascending album, vocalist Alex Kapranos
and co sound triumphal on pretty much everything they do.
The opening
Do You Want To sees Kapranos customise the Transmission party line to enable a
Hogmanay reference while casting himself as a wilfully cheesy MC. He high-kicks
it up on The Dark of the Matinee, and teases with libidinous intent on No You
Girls. At times he sounds pre-pop, even as bassist Bob Hardy and drummer Paul
Thomson bounce out irresistible disco rhythms behind. This is offset by the
glorious three guitar strut of Michael, only to be compounded by a game take on
Auld Lang Syne following the turn of the year fireworks.
Take
Me Out’s anthemic yearning is punctuated by what looks like co-ordinated jumps,
while the German-language outro on Darts of Pleasure makes for an all too
fitting song for Europe. Corrie poses just as well as Kapranos, his piano line
on Lazy Boy ushering in one of what sounds like several twenty-first century
show-tunes for jukebox musicals to come.
Edging
towards the finale, Kapranos drops to one knee and goes into full Las Vegas
showman routine. A closing This Fire is extended to epic level, ending with a
coup de theatre full of as much knowing grandiosity as the ensemble bow that
follows. The art school dance that sired Franz Ferdinand, it seems, goes on.
The Herald, January 1st 2019
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