TAME IMPALA SOUND SYSTEM
5 MARCH 2021
Photos by Damien Crocker
I saw Tame Impala’s DJ set at Metro City last Saturday night. Hate to join the bloody chorus but I left the gig convinced Kevin Parker truly is a musical genius. Sorry.
Now, I must say that I have never, not even in the slightest of slivers, been interested in techno, house or electronica. I can’t even listen to five minutes of beep beep shit whenever it comes up (with monotonous regularity) on RTRFM before switching it off quick smart.
On Saturday night at Metro City, Kevin Parker virtually single handedly turned me to the point where I’d be keen to see his Tame Impala DJ set again. As my colleague and I exited the venue I tapped him on the shoulder as a shuddering realisation arose in me a traumatic shock. Oh, the aching sense of betrayal of all that’d come before when, in one fell swoop of masterly remixes, the me I thought I’d grown to be could be so easily overturned in a coup so effortlessly effected that the enigmatic wunderkind on stage looked at me as if it weren’t no thang at all.
Kevin Parker had spent the evening smashing, into perfectly pretty little coloured bits of confetti, my entire psyche as though he did that shit to people every gig. He twiddled some knobs, tinkled at a keyboard, waltzed down stage mic in hand and sung in blissful ecstasy, eyelids closed over angelic glowing orbs, all the while appearing utterly blasé, as if he knew in advance of my own self; he foresaw the incipient dawning self-realisation I presently would need to address.
A truth so far removed from my night time reality; I’d never guessed it could even be a thought in me but, sure enough, it zinged heavy as a chrome pinball in an empty head. I didn’t have the least chance to bat it away with my flippers, Kev’s silver ball streaked lightning quick. In my brain I tried to suppress it, yet my heart bounced it off a tightened diaphragm and up my dry gullet. The thought escaped my gob, at a pace that neither teeth nor tongue nor slackened lips combined would find a way to muffle before I tapped my colleague to say, ‘Hey! I reckon I’d actually pay money to see that show again’.
There, I said it.
Honestly though, I can think of no other act, local or otherwise, that I might voluntarily pay to see play. The Breeders, maybe (I didn’t last time). Veruca Salt, possibly (blagged it their previous tour). In addition to my position with ATS as Perth’s preferred live event reviewer, my role as avuncular local pseudorockstar means I am often invited to record launches, etc. Indeed, it is more than a few years since I last paid to get into a gig. I genuinely can’t think of any candidate for that signal honour other than KP and TI.
I have never seen Tame Impala play live and while it is more than likely I’ll be comped +1 in exchange for a ten minute blitz on my laptop keyboard submitted two or three days past deadline (and it’s a lucky editor who sees any of my eclectic live reviews that early). I admit it, I’d pay to see any format of Tame Impala play. What’s more, I’d prolly be inclined to pay for two tix.
SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME! DAMN YOU, PARKER!! I HAD FULLY INTENDED TO REFER TO YOUR BAND IN MY REVIEW ONLY AS ‘LAME IMPALA’, INVERTED COMMAS INCLUDED. BUT YEAH NAH. NOW I CAN’T EVEN BE A BIT CYNICAL. OR SARCASTIC. AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT YOU…
Oh Kev, sorry about all my malarky, but I’m not mucking about now. Interviewed during their recent recording of Tame Impala’s ‘Elephant’ for Triple J’s Like A Version, one of the Wiggles said Kevin Parker is a musical genius and he is spot on! I concur, you ARE a musical genius. And I love you for it.