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Ladies and gentlemen,a few shots of London After Midnight...
...after the show in Atlanta,The Masquerade,Aug 11th,2001.
Since my camera was a bit
tempermental,I only put the pictures that were
worth it. Sorry I can't offer more,but it
definitely was a night to remember. When you get the chance to see them,do so.
Enjoy these backstage shots,and be sure to scroll down for the pics and to the right for my review of the show...
Cheers,Lex
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Ok,I didn't get an interview liked I wanted to...
So let me give my humble
review of the show...
Sonically and visually
London After Midnight possess
something that most bands
today are seriously lacking-
substance and style.
And though I knew I would
hear previous favorites,I was
really interested in feasting
on some new material;finding
out where LAM are now as a
group. They did not dissappoint
me. Every new track,including
the haunting "Fear",invoked
power and depth in it's beauty.
Well written and honest,the
new songs made the show for
me,because it gave a glimpse
into LAM's musical future-and
who wouldn't adore that experience.
Sean's vocals seemed
to fluxuate between strong
and elegantly subtle with
amazing ease. And though at
times it was
hard to hear,his passion could
not be ignored or denied.
He picks his words and movements
carefully,so you realize the
depth of his performance. His
ability to draw the audience
in,as if embracing them,uses
that feeling to his advantage,
pulling your senses in erotically
dizzying directions.
It is breathtaking to watch him
perform. His physicality
lends a gorgeous picture to the
music that bellows behind him.
In part because of his vocal
delivery,and in part from the
snake-like movements of his body.
He is a unique and deft frontman,
and this performance was no
exception.
Tamlyn seemed the silent watchman,
using the keys to add sensuality
and hypnotizing clarity to
each song. His presence is
just as powerful as it should
be,since his melodies and passion
play such an intergal part of
the performance. He was beautiful
and played like the piper,leading
his people to strange lands.
At times he would close his eyes
and seem to drift away,but it is
only for a moment,till you hear
the keys cry out,and you know his
part in the dance is far from
over. He helps capture all that
is holy in the music,and we are
there in his church to witness it.
Eddie captured the audience
with his boldness,standing in
front of the crowd several times
daring them to touch him,though
no brave soul had balls enough.
He cavorts like a man possessed,
and brings the listener on an
unexpected journey. His unpredict-
ability would seem to be out of
place in other groups,but here
it seems the perfect antithesis
to the emotions so delicate in
the music.
A broken string during one song
did not stop him from continuing
his assault on the guitar,and
the audience ate it up,like the
last meal before death.
As Michael played,the people were
not wanting for the deep rich
feelings behind each note. He
has control of his passion,but
his fire during the performance
could not be denied. He made
eye contact with the adoring
audience on many occasions,while
lending that fire to each song
like a lover,which made several
men and women shudder out loud.
And who could blame them? He has
something in his eyes that plays
with your heart,and is embodied
in the fullness of each melody
he helps give life to. He did not
dissapoint.
Joe gave us something we yearn for,
the pulsating sound that beats
through your heart as you watch
his hands fly feverishly. He has
immpeccable timing,an indespensible
quality,and you can see just
by watching his face,that he
feels the pounding as much as
we do. If I can feel the beating
of the drums through my chest,and
it shakes me to my foundation,it
lets me know that the song is
complete. He made me feel the
songs through the floor,which
drumming done right should make
you do. His playing is dynamic
and perfectly placed.
LAM have the ability to transcend
the usual song-writing format
that most other bands adopt to
make sure they don't stray too
far. It is refreshing,to say
the least. The lush textures
and layered melodies form a sound
that is all at once like a
new exhilaration,and yet warmly
familiar.
During their performance,their
experiences,their passion,and
their pain,end up communicating
to a vast group of people who
share the sentiments that permeate
LAM's music. Such is the reason
for the devotion they inspire.
It may not be intentional,but
it makes one feel as though they
love the connection with the people
who make up their fan base,and it
turns seeing them live into a
glorious affair of the senses.
From the audience I felt nothing
but adoration and respect,even
though many chose to stand in rapt attention,instead of raising their
voices in exultation as they should
have. And though that behaviour
might have brought down another
bands performance,LAM expressed
every note and emotion with an
intensity that seemed completely
autonomous.
London After Midnight wrap
themselves in a musical bed of
satin,which to me is their beauty
realized.
I gladly wrapped myself in it as
well from my place on the dance
floor,knowing that they are only
growing more powerful and poetic.
And the intimate feeling I was
enveloped by in that large club
was sacred.
That,to me,is the allure of
London After Midnight-
the feeling that you are listening
and experiencing something sacred.
Sacred,powerful,emotional music
and performance by a band that
defies conventional wisdom,and
tap into their own charged emotions
to bring life to their sound,and
the stage.
It works,without a doubt,and seeing
them live is a right of passage.
I'm glad I was there to experience
mine...
By,Lex Hart-copyright,Aug2001
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Two group shots...
One above and one to your right,of the band with Lex(with glasses) and some lovely ladies after the show. |
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Sean in the dark...
Ok,I know Sean doesn't like these too much. But I think he is too hard on himself.
Hopefully I'll get to see them again and take some more pictures. |
Keep going...
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Oh,the horror!
Joe packing up his gear. |
Surveying the damage...
Backstage festivities wouldn't be complete without flying tables and vegetables. Sean and Mike survey the damage.
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Showing the love...
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