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I tend to associate bands and genres with the people who introduce me to them. For that reason, I can't listen to O.A.R. (unrequited high school love) or any ska (ex-best friend)…

By: Emily Smith, Features Editor

Issue date: 4/28/06 Section: The Arts
I tend to associate bands and genres with the people who introduce me to them. For that reason, I can't listen to O.A.R. (unrequited high school love) or any ska (ex-best friend). The boy who got me into the Yeah Yeah Yeahs treated me terribly and broke my heart. I can't help but think of him when I hear “Man” from their 2003 release Fever to Tell, but I never gave it up—the album is just too freaking good.











An exciting mystery surrounds lead singer Karen O, because no one understands how she manages to be so incredible. I like to describe Fever to Tell as forty minutes of Karen O's orgasms. She screams, screeches, and moans to a background of intense, fast-paced guitar and thrashy, crashy drums.











The band is currently touring in support of their March release Show Your Bones. In a recent Pitchfork interview, Karen O said that she, “was feeling a little bit more aversion to the more rockish, noisy, kinda histrionic vocals,” and that sentiment is obvious in the album's more melodic, less crazy, but still intense songs. I love the album, even though it lacks a certain amount of Karen O's je ne sais quoi.











I've told many of my friends that I would willingly eat my firstborn child in order to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, so I was thrilled to simply pay $25 for a ticket instead. I had heard that they were incredible live, so I was excited to witness Karen O's antics for myself last Sunday at First Avenue in Minneapolis.











My companion and I arrived early enough to be just a few feet from the stage, packed in among a surprisingly diverse crowd (hipsters and indie kids and punks—oh my!) I was disappointed in the opening band, Blood on the Wall. They seemed promising because they had a female bassist/vocalist. That combination fascinates me, but in Blood on the Wall's case, it was improperly executed. Though their music was okay, her vocals, along with the tantrum-like vocals of the male guitarist, rendered their performance nearly unbearable. And call me shallow, but I think that rock stars should look the part. Blood on the Wall was an unattractive band. Unacceptable.
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