Swedish act Miike Snow seems to have identity issues. First off, Miike Snow isnt a guy, but rather three talented songwriters and producers on record. Live its a group of six guys. And on Friday night as part of the bands first headlining tour in the U.S., all of them took to the stage at Chicago’s Empty Bottle wearing expressionless white masks, black track jackets, and jeans. It was as if the evening shift at American Apparel decided to hit up the orgy scene in Eyes Wide Shut.
Despite their ominous appearance, they immediately went into Burial, which has a delicate music box melody running throughout the entire song. After Andrew Wyatt began the first verse, soft keyboards and the other members vocal harmonies swelled until the sound of equally soft snare drums started up. The band uses a mix of live drums and electronic drum pads. Burial, like most of Miike Snows songs, is defiantly pop rock with an electronic edge, so you can definitely dance to it, but you also feel the urge to stand still and listen to what Wyatt is singing. Buried in the layered drums and vocal reverb is the pain of your passionate singer-songwriter, only this ones not sad and cradling an acoustic guitar.
Midway through the sets second song, Black and Blue, the lights went dark and the music was quiet for a few beats. The lights came back and the band extended the outro to the song, only now they were sans masks. The mystery was gone but it didnt affect the music. The band then went into Silvia, a boy-done-wrong ode to the titular woman. Though instead of screaming with pain, voice filters manipulated his vocals and the electronic beats and drums amped up so that the song suddenly became a dance anthem.
Although the bands entire set was half a dozen songs, they werent afraid to stretch them out beyond their standard running times on this years eponymous debut. Although the band was impressive and the audience enthusiastic through the entire set, it was when the synth loop intro for Animal began that Miike Snows appeal truly came across. The songs incredibly catchyyou cant deny it. But as the audience sang along and each band member bobbed over his instrument (drums, guitar, bass, keyboards), I realized that the band is following in the footsteps of fellow Swede Lykke Li and even the ultimate Icelandic enigma, BjÃ¶rk. Theres a strange power to having personal creeds wrapped in irresistible dance music. The room became a thumping therapy sessions as Wyatt and the sold-out crowd sang, I change shapes just to hide in this place/but I’m still, I’m still an animal.
The band concluded the set with In Search Of, which he warned was an extended version that would take up an additional 40 minutes. Judging by the audiences reaction to the announcement that it was the last song, I dont think they wouldve minded it one bit. Although the song didnt pass the eight-minute mark, it did take on a new life when compared to the album version. The band collaged intergalactic sound effects, swirling drums, screeching guitar samples, a Yamaha keyboard, and reverbed vocals to the point that it felt like we were listening to a futuristic jam band. As the song concluded, half the band left the stage, and quietly each of the remaining members left their instruments until the last synth faded away. No encore. No victory lap. Wyatt claimed the band had to keep the set short because they were playing another show two hours later. Yet, even though the show was missing the albums two best tracks (A Horse Is Not a Home and Plastic Jungle), the show felt complete. Judging by the overheard conversations from the crowd dancing its way out of the venue, the band left the audience wanting a little more, but they were definitely satiated.