Chromeo House of Blues April 6, 2014
For someone to dance means he or she feels something deep down in his or her bones that moves not only the muscles but the spirit. Not everyone was given the gift of rhythm, but everyone has the ability to dance. It might not be with skill, nor with care, but given the right sound or beat everyone will eventually find themselves moving their bodies to music.
Some factors heighten this ability, such as a performance from the Canadian duo Chromeo. If you've ever been enlightened by a performance from the group, you know what I'm talking about. If you happened to be at House of Blues Sunday night, then you most certainly know what I'm talking about.
Chromeo is the catalyst. They'll make even the most stubborn folk get past that traditional head-bob and do that fancy footwork.
Many Houstonians were introduced to Dave 1 and P-Thugg's sweaty, no-holds-barred electro-funk show at 2011's Free Press Summer Fest. If you made it to that performance, good for you. If you made it to that performance and were one of those who packed into HOB for Sunday's first night of Chromeo's "Come Alive" tour, than I want to be your friend.
Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be making too many friends, as this crowd didn't look like it was full of a bunch of festivalgoers, but it was packed with people ready to party. Before the show I thought that everyone around me was super-annoying, but came to realize that all the bumping and pushing was just people excited to let their freak flag fly and dance the night away.
And that's what Chromeo does to you. They make you act like an ADD-riddled middle schooler that forgot their meds until it eventually bursts out into makeshift plié's and fluttering jazz hands. I'm literally sitting in my chair typing this review while my shoulders are jamming along to the tunes I just heard. A few hours removed, I'm still getting down.
Save for a one-off show at SXSW and a slot at New Orleans' BUKU Festival, Sunday was the first time for Chromeo to try out their latest material from their upcoming release White Women, due out next month. it was also a chance for them to release that musical orgasm they've been saving up over the long cold winter. They seemed really excited to be back onstage, and as ready as a band could ever be to start up a tour and feed their fans what they know they want.
And what they got was a melee of Chromeo's hits, starting with the banger "Night by Night," and never looking back. It got real sweaty with older tunes like "Tenderoni," "Fancy Footwork," "You're So Gangsta" and "Bonafied Lovin"; people ate up the new stuff too, but especially "Come Alive," "Over Your Shoulder" and my particular favorite, "Sexy Socialite."
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Chromeo are most certainly a festival band, but after seeing them indoors with all the glitz and glimmer and flashing lights, I don't know any other way to experience them. It was the definitive Chromeo experience, and everyone around me was as excited as I was to be in the building with them. They are the reincarnation of so many '80s greats, bringing something newer and funkier to the genre that groups like Hall and Oates dominated.
They are my go-to band to put on the jukebox if the mood needs to be lifted, and Sunday's show only made me want to pop on one of their records even more. They are the epitome of their last album's title, Business Casual: they have that classy side to them, but when it comes to the funk Chromeo certainly means business.
Personal Bias: When I first saw Chromeo back in 2009, I didn't know what to do with myself. I had one of those moments where I was just giggling with excitement while I danced my ass off.
The Crowd: People there just to have a good time. A whole lot busier than I thought, as well.
Overheard In the Crowd "Chromeo is the best thing Canada has ever produced."
Random Notebook Dump: I know a lot of you spent your night at Sleigh Bells, but dammit if you missed this show. You made the wrong decision, and while I know you probably got down, I bet your ears hurt way more. All my own opinion, of course.
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