By LA Weekly
By Henry Rollins
By Weekly Photographers
By Shea Serrano
By Nate "Igor" Smith
By Dan Weiss
By Erica E. Phillips
By Kai Flanders
|Photos by Wild Don Lewis|
SYSTEM OF A DOWN/THE MARS VOLTA
at the Long Beach Arena, August 4
Seldom have the words “my cock is much bigger than yours” been uttered with such sensitivity as tonight, during the stripped-down intro to System of a Down’s otherwise frantic “Cigaro” — a song that embodies SOAD’s penchant for cramming lifetimes of stimuli and sensation into mutant, shouldn’t-work pop structures. SOAD mix the familiar with the exotic, juxtaposing post-thrash riffage and galloping Iron Maiden grooves with old-world carnival rhythms, mournful Middle Eastern harmonies, and Serj Tankian’s call-to-prayer wail. Drawing on their four-album catalog and the forthcoming Hypnotize(due this fall), System deliver dense selections of eccentric, crushing-yet-clever assaults and disarmingly delicate interludes. Elfin guitarist Daron Malakian sings more lately, his waifish timbre offsetting Tankian’s from-beyond roars, whispers and beseeching fireside sustain. Malakian’s multitrack mind has conceived this haunted circus of sound, and an amazingly subtle mix lets it breathe — John Dolmayan’s restless beats; the spinal bass lines of the skipping Shavo Odadjian; and, crucially, the comitragic melodies and messages. Amidst weighty sonic and lyrical matter, and before a sold-out arena, SOAD still huddle round the drums like a grinning teenage garage band and perform with the unfettered glee of bedroom air-guitarists.
GLADYS KNIGHT & CHAKA KHAN WITH THE L.A. PHILHARMONIC
at the Hollywood Bowl, August 3
Midway through “My Funny Valentine” — which she’d dedicated, with a tousle of her bushy mane, to “Everybody in love with... whatever” — Chaka Khan threw her head back and let loose three gleaming, brassy blasts of sound. In their extraordinary force and tonal precision, they were light-years from mere human vocalizing: This was some next-level shit, the spine-tingling demonstration of a jazz artist’s mastery of her formidable instrument. The big spenders near the stage only responded to chart hits — “I’m Every Woman,” “I Feel for You,” “Ain’t Nobody.” But devoted fans in the nosebleeds sang along to “Everlasting Love” and almost everything else La Khan sang, voices pouring down the hill. The only trouble: In a set filled with humor and artfully slurred phrasing — flipping a bird to the concept of conventional melody — Chaka reduced her lung-blasting signature to a gimmick by doling it out too often. A highlight: Out of character, she went straight-gospel at the end of “Through the Fire,” falling to her knees and testifying with an intensity that lifted the song from its romantic origins to a declaration of strength and spiritual resilience.
Gladys Knight, warmth personified, hit the stage running and never let up. Though some of her arrangements were a little too Vegas-style cluttered, that amazing/soothing/wrenching voice at the center of it all rolled out one highlight after another — “Every Beat of My Heart,” “On and On,” “The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me.” No one conveys heartbreak and its fracturing effects — or the hope found amongst the ruins — quite like Gladys. She joked that when she first sang “If I Were Your Woman,” she had no idea what the lyrics really meant, but that life taught her. It was life in all its bruised wisdom that radiated through her show-stopping “Neither One of Us,” which brought the crowd to its feet for a five-minute ovation — which, in turn, brought Gladys to tears.
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