School of Language live review
As befits David Brewis’s excellent latest album of 80s white funk and slinky melody, the School of Language frontman takes the stage tonight channelling somewhere between Duran Duran and Young Americans-era Bowie, all suit jacket and t-shirt combo and hair so slick that Greenpeace are surely mobilising their troops. The music largely matches, too: the five-piece (including various Field Musicians and Futureheads) rattle through faithfully tight interpretations of Old Fears, augmenting them with synchronised finger clicks, Top Of The Pops dancing and plenty of nonchalant charm.
Brewis’ trademark self-deprecating humour shines through too: he introduces Rockist by thanking Ford for putting it on their Fiesta ads, and when his heartfelt acknowledgement of the incredibly obedient Lexington crowd’s “patience and politeness” is answered with a light-hearted heckle of “Get on with it ya fucker!”, there are smiles all round.
