âThis is the fuckinâ biggest show of our lives,â says English Teacher frontwoman Lily Fontaine to a capacity crowd at Londonâs Electric Brixton. âThis is rockânâroll,â she continues, with the spirit starting to take over. âThat rock’n’roll, eh?â now with an Alex Turner drawl, âit just won’t go away…â
The Leeds art-rock champs have every right to carry a little of that swagger of their Yorkshire indie peers tonight. The final night of their tour also happens to be the biggest headline show of their career to date, a victory lap for their universally acclaimed Top 10 album âThis Could Be Texasâ â certainly one of the definitive debuts of the year, and perhaps one of the best of this decade so far. âThere are quite a lot of you,â notes Fontaine, with the air ripe with a sense of occasion.
The show starts with the singer tottering on stage wearing one of the giant papier-mĂąchĂ© heads from the music video for âThe Worldâs Biggest Paving Slabâ, accompanied by a fitting Lynchian soundtrack. Hereâs a band that follow their own script. Their originality feeds their energy on all sides of the spectrum, from the jarring and rollicking âIâm Not Crying, Youâre Cryingâ to when Fontaine takes to the keys for the beautiful âBroken Biscuitsâ
âNot Everybody Gets to Go to Spaceâ ironically takes Brixton beyond the O-zone layer, while the intricate meanderings of âMastermind Specialismâ keep the crowd enthralled without a whiff of being self-indulgent. âThis is a love song,â says Fontaine, introducing âYou Blister My Paintâ. âWe donât have many of those, so excuse me while I get emotionalâ. And she does. In fact, she sings the absolute fuck out of it. âItâs about to get lairy,â she offers before âThe Best Tears Of Your Lifeâ, seeing in a series of wild peaks, complete with a spot of crowdsurfing for âR&Bâ; the bandâs eccentricities never getting in the way of a good time.
We spot a nearby fan wiping the tears from their cheeks during a magnetic performance of the tender âAlbert Roadâ, before Fontaine finds again that âdreams can come trueâ for a confetti rainstorm during the frenetic first set close of âNearly Daffodilsâ. Returning for the encore of a wonkily gorgeous spin on LCD Soundsystemâs âNew York I Love You But Youâre Bringing Me Downâ. Itâs been a journey in just over an hour, leaving you desparate to know the bandâs next destination.
âWhere do you holiday?â shouts someone from the audience at one point. âI donât holiday, mate,â Fontaine smiles back. âI work. Iâm a bad bitchâ. English Teacher have been more than vocal in the never-ending battle for artists hard-work to be valued and compensated. Theyâve put the hours in, and tonight it pays off. Theyâll clean up at festival season and if thereâs any justice theyâll be at least nominated for the Mercury Prize. The year could very much belong to English Teacher â the band keeping UK indie very safely out of that swamp.
English Teacher played:
âThe World’s Biggest Paving Slabâ
âI’m Not Crying, You’re Cryingâ
âBroken Biscuitsâ
âNot Everybody Gets to Go to Spaceâ
âAlbatrossâ
âSideboobâ
âMastermind Specialismâ
âYou Blister My Paintâ
âThis Could Be Texasâ
âThe Best Tears of Your Lifeâ
âNearly Daffodilsâ
âR&Bâ
âAlbert Roadâ
Encore:
âNew York, I Love You but You’re Bringing Me Downâ
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