First up, they are a terrific live band. I like a lot of their songs and own a few of their records, but sometimes the albums leave me a bit cold. Spoon’s material really heats up in performance, however, with their terse arrangements benefiting from a surging soulfulness that isn’t always captured in the studio.
Their recipe is pretty simple: take some Camper Van Beethoven and Archers of Loaf, but subtract the former’s hippie experimentalism and the latter’s atonal tendencies. Next, stir in a liberal amount of early American rock ‘n’ roll . Finally, sprinkle on a bit o’ English rock attitude, and you’ve got a tasty indie-rock flan.
This may seem wholly off the mark, but Spoon sometimes remind me of Queens of the Stone Age. "No way," you might say. "That group is for Mustang driving stoners and amphetamine freaks — Spoon are for cool dudes and cute ladies!" I’d counter that the common links are The Beatles and Led Zeppelin. A lot of QOTSA songs have a melodic bounce that seems to come from the British Invasion playbook. That band made it cool for metalheads to enjoy upbeat pop. Likewise, Spoon made it OK for indie-rock kids (and lithe young women — lots ‘of em) to rock out to muscular, Zep-derived backbeats and tricky time shifts.
Front man Britt Daniels has one of the best voices in rock. His range isn’t all that great, but he knows just where to push those croaky pipes of his. Also, he’s got a pretty clean falsetto, which I personally think he should use a little more.
I also love Spoon’s drummer — small kit, great sound, perfect touch and not at all flashy. Actually, the bassist is one smooth mofo, too.
I didn’t take any pictures, sorry. What do you think this is, BrooklynVegan?
OK, crap. Gotta climb that Capitol Hill.