MGMT are a band bred on rock ‘n’ roll myth

MGMT are precocious.

Despite being young enough to count the candles on their birthday cake with both hands (and some toes possibly being involved) they have crafted, in “Oracular Spectacular”, one of the most talked about albums of the year. Blending electro synths to classic songwriting, MGMT seem keen on digging Bowie’s pop outsider crown out of the gutter.

Bursting onstage to “Electric Feel” the band are as loose as their head scarves, fluttering in the breeze past their knees. Neon scented electro kids they ain’t – MGMT are unreconstructed hippies. With only a debut album’s worth of material to draw on, the band begin to noodle - heads nodding in a neck-mangling manner not seen since Richie Blackmore decided to swap his Strat for a mandolin.

Not that being a hippy is a bad thing per se – I’m all for freaks in any walk of life - but there’s something hollow about a group who reach for the guitar solo when the going gets tough. As the set lurches towards the finish suddenly momentum kicks in with the crowd rushing forward for the keyboard trills of “Time To Pretend”. For a moment, both audience and band are in delirium and at its climax the song erupts into a thousand sparks as MGMT fall exhausted, spent, onto their instruments.

“This is our vision, to live fast and die young” – MGMT are a band bred on rock ‘n’ roll myth, but with a magpie-like sonic ability. Hippy kids let loose in Shoom, punks storming Fabric, MGMT are the type of stylistic collision from which something truly important may emerge - but not yet.


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