If I was 13-years-old I’d have been mentally making space on my bedroom wall for posters of this lot before the show was even two songs in. Opening on ‘Paranoid People Meet Me In The Middle’, MT’s first “taster” of their sound, which is accompanied by a video that gradually fades into focus, and mirrors a song that starts so unassuming, so wearisomely, that when it gracefully detonates you’re swiped off your feet. From then on in, the set is a fun, ballistic example of intelligent indie, like R.E.M. rewriting The Doors or vice versa in a topsy-turvy world.
You’d imagine The Strokes unloading themselves over this audaciously danceable guitar noise at every chorus, each one memorable and slightly drunken, preceded by balanced talky verses that bring only more composure to the seemingly effortless nature of MT’s live sound.
Their front man, Michael, has the look about him of Jay (as in Jay and Silent Bob), that early 90’s Californian stoner thing working to great effect as he smiles his way through every lyric. Jesus it’s fun. It’s good, but it’s really, really fun… and that’s what’s most exciting. They’re a true 90’s indie band that have bypassed any noughties influence, to sound perfectly modern without worrying about being compared to anybody too recent, in contract to Spector for instance. They are to 90s indie, in fact, what Spector is to noughties.
Over the coming weeks they’ll unveil videos and sounds from their debut EP out on Records Records Records which will gently reveal, and introduce people to, their music. It’s worth keeping an eye on, and as the Lexington audience diffuse with the usual insouciance of a London audience, they’re certainly one I’ll be taking down that Suede poster for.
- Alex Lee Thomson