3OH!3 at Varsity Theater, 10/31/13
|Photo by Mark N. Kartarik|
Varsity Theater, Minneapolis
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Keeping with the Halloween spirit, 3OH!3 weren't their normal selves at the Varsity last night. The electro-pop duo from Boulder and their backing band were all dressed as characters from the 2004 weirdo-comedy Napoleon Dynamite. Nathaniel Motte was the spitting image of Napoleon himself, opening the set with a reprise of his "canned heat" number and urging the audience to Vote for Pedro, and Sean Foreman made a great slimy Uncle Rico. The costume choice was fitting: 3OH!3, like the movie they chose, is best when it treats itself with the least amount of seriousness possible.
From the opening of the party-or-die "PunkB*tch," the aesthetic of the show could be described as ADHD-chic. The light show on most songs seemed to be an attempt to flash as many multi-colored floodlights as they could flash at the audience as quickly as possible. Musically, 3OH!3 were more contained. The backing band gave all of their songs more of a rock edge, but generally they stuck fairly close to the record, even including most of their backing tracks. They were at their best with their more hardcore and manic early material, with their radio hits and poppier songs falling a bit flat at times.
The one common thread that ties all 3OH!3 songs together, no matter the style, is their irreverent and jokey lyric content. Listening to them brings to mind a certain type of class clown. Not the traditionally "nerdy" type, who used humor to gain status or escape marginalization, but the type who could say whatever crazy shit they thought up without fear of seeming weird because they'd won the social game so handily. Notable example: "In my car that girl was biting on my lips like Jeffrey Dahmer" from "You're Gonna Love This."
The crowd was game throughout, about evenly split between fans who knew most of what they performed and people who only knew the hits. They dutifully jumped around, got down and threw up the 3OH!3 sign (including one dude with Wolverine gloves), but their hypeness was fairly contained considering the circumstances.
"My First Kiss," a 2010 single that featured Ke$ha, was simultaneously one of their worst and most enjoyable performances. The vocals outside of the song-dominating hook were put forward with almost negative effort -- Nathaniel Motte even stayed in character and delivered his lines in Napoleon Dynamite's distinctive monotone. It was ridiculous, but in my mind a tongue-in-cheek and phoned-in performance of a Radio Song this transparent is better than a sincere one.
|Photo by Mark Kartarik|
They continued with the flippantly fun attitude towards their hits later in the show with "Touchin on My." The song has this enigmatic chorus: "Touchin on my/While I'm touchin on your/You know that we are gonna/Cause I don't give a." Its mysteries remain hidden from us, even through a thousand suburban basement parties. Sean Foreman, aka Uncle Rico, showed off his best dance moves during this one, including an absolutely absurd shush pose straight out of Austin Powers.
Despite the casualness with which they treated some of their material, there were moments throughout the set where they really brought it. "Electroshock," from their first EP, was one example. Foreman really poured his energy into self aware hedonistic lyrics, bringing it back to the high-powered sardonic cleverness of the mid-aughts hardcore-influenced scene, bringing to mind the feeling (if not the sound) of Motion City Soundtrack or Fall Out Boy.