Lotus Plaza in Madrid (Slaughterhouse, November 6, 2012)

I do not know if you know who is Plundt Lockett Philip II, if you count last Tuesday during his brief stay in Madrid's famous maxim of the Spanish monarch when, devastated by the disaster in its Armada 1588, launched its timeless lament: "I did not send my ships to brave the elements ... ". On Tuesday, 424 years later, and forgive the temporary historical digression, Deerhunter guitarist must have thought the same. Or, at least, swearing to himself as the famous Austria.
Because his attractive proposal alone, hidden under the name of Lotus Plaza and embodied in the magnificent Spooky Action at a Distance (2012), collapsed by an imponderable element: the cold 'polar' Madrid. It is true that a concert scheduled Nov. 6 in a ship of Slaughterhouse, roofed but open, is a business as risky as the fleet that would invade England.
Already hinted the opening act, Nat Simons, who had to leave with a bufandita to protect his vocal cords while six subjects could unraveled as American folk. Plundt, Southern him, of Georgia, was not far behind. Coat uploaded to the hilt in his case, had to do push-hands several times during the show to desentumecerlas before attacking his Fender Jaguar. Bassist TJ Blake is heated by the breath every few minutes, drummer Frankie Broyles was warmer than I've ever seen and Allen Taylor (keyboardist) climbed up the hood. Imagine the calico. Only the second guitar, Dan Wakefield, went wild with just one (multiply pierced) jersey.
With these conditions, also could have a shot of heat from the public. And that they asked: "It is very cold, I hope to support us." Just eighty faithful gathered in the Slaughterhouse, swirling around the six 'mushrooms' prepared by heating the organization. It did not help being a Tuesday at 22:40 pm match with Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund tickets at 20 euros wing.
Still, Plundt and tried to push through the company 'brown' in the best way possible. And they did it with professionalism but without fanfare. They started with a safe bet as 'White Galactic One' and 'Strangers' (with its battery machaconamente irresistible) until you reach the edge of his best song of the night, this hidden gem is 'Come Back'. Nine minutes shoegaze dream-perfect (I just made it up) included in this beautiful split with NiceWeekend, which was the only truly transcendent moment of the night. Plundt, visibly uncomfortable, and also for its proverbial shyness and stage fright, until knee cast ashore.
Followed with aplomb showing his latest work, 'eveningness' or 'Jet out of the Tundra', less clear than in the album and 'contaminated' with guitars, or the powerful 'Out of touch'. Just before show time cover, they parted with 'Remember Our Days'. The insistence of the public were asked to leave an encore absolutely harmless, given that the ink is left in the emotional and brilliant 'Black Buzz'. More than one of these, shivering, sure he was praying that the end came. So much so that when I returned to the group's own bathroom (yes, we were in a gang and mixed Moors with Christians) and only one was left. I left Wakefield Lockett and meditating with a mini beer alone at the foot of a stove. Perhaps cursing the elements ...