Last night in Seattle I saw a Belgian band play at a little place called Holy Mountain in the newly re-urbanized South Lake Union neighborhood. The venue was packed, on account of it being marginally all-ages, and also because hometown-heroes Past Lives (ex. Blood Brothers etc.) were playing.
The Belgian band, White Circle Crime Club, despite having a forgettably terrible name, really impressed me with the kind of animal vigor that comes from old-world bands that've been touring the American underground for weeks on end. Still hungry for fans, they looked better fed than any American bands (better fed than their one-time tour mates No Age) and they gave the somewhat crusty Seattle audience their money's worth of liberal European politics (the keyboardist had a shirt that read something like "this society's days are numbered"). The darkness of the venue and the shadow-kissed chiseled features of the late-20-something Belgian urbanites gave their show a hardened, Joy Division vibe. All in all: a night of quite ominous notes from the old countries, echoing in the brutal frontier cave-clubs of the New World.
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