On Dec. 30, my old pal Ryan and I caught what is rumored to be the penultimate GBV show ever. And it was pretty good. We think. For, as GBV themselves tend to do before a show, we got—how you say?—absolutely plastered. So plastered that we felt the desperate need to leave pre-encore, which means we missed the bulk of their poppier selections. Eh, whatever. I've seen them about 25-30 times, so I've seen them perform them before. And, because it was one of their last shows, they focused mostly on their own catalog, but usually they play at least one or two covers. Like this one.
Hmmm. This is an interesting early-'70s Mexican funk/R&B/garage/psych cover.
I admit it: I'm a sucker for all of the new new-wave outfits. Any time The Killers or The Rapture or Interpol or The Arcade Fire or Ted Leo & The Pharmacists (or what have you) hit my appropriately titled "On the Go" iPod playlist, the spring in my step (or should I say strut?) increases tenfold. Of course, as a cover lover, I'd prefer to hear said bands tackle songs in genres other than those that have so obviously influenced them, but that's a lot to expect, I suppose.
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