Klaxons is derived from the Greek verb klaz?, meaning 'to shriek,' and that is exactly what the London-based foursome did at their debut show in Santiago on Tuesday, October 21.
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Teatro Caupolicán, normally an intimate, buzzing arena full of fans, was instead a quarter-full, dreary room with an unenthused-looking crowd that didn't even seem to want to be there. They were a massive contrast to the crazy, chaotic British fans who are always pumped to dance it up--especially to this uncontrollable New Rave music.
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Despite this, as I seemed to be the only excited fan in the audience, I still had every bit of confidence in Klaxons to rock the joint with their "acid rave sci-fi punk-funk" genre, as it is often called by various press. (Long winded, I know, but it's the only way to describe them.)
With no opening band, Klaxons stormed on stage a little past 10 pm and immediately fired out crowd pleaser "Atlantis to Interzone," closely followed by "The Bouncer." The first two rows of the crowd and I were most certainly bouncing, but to my disappointment the rest just stood there bored, without a glimmer of emotion on anyone's face.
The band, unfazed by the audience, powered on with horns and shouts of "DJ." All the sounds merged together to create Klaxons' signature distorted, innovative melodies. James Righton’s synthesizer gradually crept; lead guitarist Simon Taylor-Davis sounded out, raw but not dominant; the drums of Steffan Halperin were subtle yet aggressively incorporated; and the bass and vocals of lead singer Jamie Reynolds cemented the fusion.
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Klaxons continued to play the entirety of their debut album Myths of the Near Future (2007), as well as two new songs that resonated with more guitar and more rock. The devoted Righton even tried to excite the crowd by announcing in Spanish that it was one of the best concerts that they'd done so far--an extremely unbelievable comment, and pointless, since the crowd barely reacted.
Surprisingly, the biggest reaction from the crowd was a chorus of chants that emerged for the band's encore. Klaxons returned to finish their exuberant show with the adrenaline-fueled "It’s Not Over Yet" and the infamous "Four Horsemen of 2012," which for me was the perfect ending: punchy and exhilarating.
At just under an hour, the show may have been snappy and sweet. But above all, it was mind blowing. The Klaxons took me on a surreal sensory journey to a cosmic universe way out of this world.
Highlight: the irrepressible mini-disco fever running through my entire body. Lowlight: the straight-edge crowd that unfortunately could not quite embrace Klaxons’ nonstop dance beats.