Le Tigre – London Astoria, May 2002
Despite the lack of guitars, Helen Watling is blown away by Le Tigre
I have to admit to being a little apprehensive about this one. I know, I know. . . Don’t get me wrong, I love Le Tigre – there’s no better band to groove to in your kitchen. I love that Kathleen Hanna was the inspirational leader of Bikini Kill and thus, of riot grrl. I love the still passionately and avowedly feminist message. I love that she inspired Kurt Cobain to write the seminal (Smells Like) Teen Spirit. But . . . I’m used to seeing guitar bands. I know how to watch guitar bands. I don’t know how to cope with electro-disco pop-punk where loads of the stuff is pre-programmed, where samplers are used, where there are NO GUITARS. . .
How wrong I was. From the moment the band bounced onto the stage wearing matching Thunderbirds-style outfits, to the frankly grin-inspiring finale, with the crowd chanting, singing and dancing up on stage, I LOVED THIS GIG.
There’s humour and beauty in these songs. There’s also a strong political message
The atmosphere was electric due both to the crowd and the enthusiasm of the band. Kathleen Hanna, J D Samson, Johanna Fateman are charismatic, talented women, who have so much more to say than the heavily-feted white boys with guitars our music press is currently so enamoured with. The music veers from the call-to-arms of LT Tour Theme; the danceable, shouty choruses of On Guard, Tres Bien and the frankly, brilliant Deceptacon; to the quiet paean to dancing alone in your room that is Eau D’Bedroom Dancing and the lovely dedication to the obviously inspirational Les and Ray. There’s humour and beauty in these songs. There’s also the strong political message – to keep kicking against the pricks in F.Y.R. (‘fifty fucking years of calling us names’) which the audience was invited to karaoke along to. The songs were catchy, danceable surges of energy. Dance? Oh yes, every last one of us. Sing along? Oh hell yes.
Throughout the show the screen rolled photographs, pseudo-pop videos, and short films. During Hot Topic (surely the grooviest ‘list song’ ever as the band chant the names of influential female artists, film makers, musicians etc) cover shots of every cool female artist’s album you could ever wish to own flash up on screen. There were dance routines (marching band-style during Dyke March 2001) and a spot of synchronised Hawaii 5-0 surfing to a backdrop of tanned hunks on surf-boards. I left this show with the largest grin on my face and inspired enough to want to go out and change the world. When Le Tigre next come to town “ladies and fags, yeah” be ready for it.