Father John Misty – July 24 2017 at Recital Centre, Southbank.
Kokomo’s complex emotional state can be represented by his three favourite emojis: (happy), (sad) and (randy). These three responses also sum up his response to Father John Misty. The demise of humanity is some real serious shit and the Father is an oracle when Kokomo wants to bring some sense to the mess. Tonight the Father opens with four off Pure Comedy. It’s funny just not haha funny. Kokomo can concede that it’s clever but its still wordy as all get out and it lacks a bangin’ chorus. More like hmmm, yes, that’s clever and also troubling. So lets .
Father John Misty Review
John Lennon (of the Beatles) first record with the Plastic Ono Band is a valid reference point, as lingering piano chords hang in the air while images (woo yeah TV!) are projected behind the band. The audience is respectful, still, and dead quiet, making Kokomo’s fully loaded inside jacket pockets difficult to access on the sly. A random dude in the dark calls out “I love you”, and Kokomo rightly guesses he is skinny of jean, long of beard and devoid of sock. The Father’s brilliant band then dip back to golden old with When You’re Smiling And Astride Me, which is just how Kokomo imagines a climax probably sounds.
The Father starts to vamp, pulling some post-bout Balboa fighting dance shit. But Kokomo can’t multitask. He then spends the next few songs debating with his lawyer and confidante whether Kokomo look or Kokomo listen. It not like Koko do both. The Father then lands some truth about his ill-advised Moustache phase, where he would stare down others in the common knowledge that it’s the International Sign of The Pedophile. He knew it, they knew it, we all just chose to ignore it. He soon went back to The Beard, much more acceptable for the fans as International Sign of The Murderer.
The 51% Female Audience
It was only during Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings that the female 51% of the audience couldn’t hold whatever lust drove them in any longer and stood up to shimmy seductively while their fellas sat idly by, gently tapping their leather lace up hipster boots. Father John failed to connect emotionally with Kokomo and his penis boasting compadres. Is it any wonder if the guy drops acid on the regular? The ladies however, well shit, the Father had them onside from the first “Hey what’s up” eyebrow raise as he walked out onstage. The music, the band and especially the guitarist were tremendous, and connected to Kokomo in all places and ways but not The Father.
Final Thoughts
All was not lost though fellas. Father John already had the ladies in a real tiz, and guys if you couldn’t tell which way the wind was blowing with your special lady friends by the time you both got home, together, after the show, then even Kokomo can’t help you.
XoXo – Kokomo
