Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks at the Cedar, 2/18/14
|Photo by Mark N. Kartarik|
Cedar Cultural Center, Minneapolis
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
With Pavement's '90s catalog gradually turning 20, a lazier Stephen Malkmus could've been in deep doo doo by now. Every year, more and more of his contemporaries are just trotting out ancient material as classic-rock acts for the indie set. He's at least doing a version of this too. With the just-released Wig Out at Jagbags, his sixth solo album with the Jicks, he smashes together Boston's stadium heroics, the looseness of the Grateful Dead, a dash of Can-style krautrock, and melodies that simultaneously hint at the Ramones, Billy Joel, and his old band -- all delivered with a smirk and a slouch. An eventual leap to the casino circuit won't be so tough after all.
Whether his infectious "Lariat" line -- "We grew up listening to the music from the best decade ever" -- meant listening to Bob Seger, Devo, Pavement, or Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks. a wide age spectrum seemed to get a good bit of what they needed Tuesday at the Cedar.
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The absurd amusements began immediately when Malkmus, drummer Jake Morris, bassist Joanna Bolme, and guitarist/keyboardist Mike Clark walked onstage. Spotting a pair of kids parked near his microphone stand, young enough to be born after Pavement broke up (bless the Cedar's commitment to all-ages shows) he jokingly turned into a concerned cool dad himself, "Young man, you got earplugs?" And then to the whole crowd, he explained he knows something about taking kids to shows. "We saw Lorde. She has this punishing low end," he said. Then he waited a beat, and added, "Not her body."
|Photos by Mark N. Kartarik|
Malkmus returned to his half-worries for the youthful fans up front just before "Senator." "What's next?" he asked Bolme. She replied, "Oh yeah, it's the blow job song." But no timidity came across in its neck-breaking execution. Afterwards, he admitted, "I kinda regret those lyrics now." As he segued into the Jagbags stoner rocker "Shibboleth," he noted, "I don't regret these lyrics... yet."
The Jicks followed Malkmus's varying levels of loyalty to the source material throughout the night. When he got muddy, they blurred their accompaniment; when he cleaned up his strums, they were ready to tighten the screws. On Mirror Traffic's "Stick Figures in Love," Clark doubled up with his frontman on several guitar runs. It was like watching a car with bald tires still slide perfectly into a parking space, and he rewarded himself by jumping atop any available speaker cabinets on his side of the stage. With the sweetness-from-shrapnel "Houston Hades" and suite of disorder "Surreal Teenagers," the set ended with the band in high-difficulty mode. (And another knowing wink to the kids' dads when Malkmus sang the word "copulate.")