Menomena Live: The Sugar Club, February 29th

For three dudes, Menomena pulled off an admirable coup in the Sugar Club on Friday night by playing a thumping good set of material drawn mostly from a complex studio recording process. Not only did they manage this, but they managed to transcend the strange physical barriers presented by the Sugar Club itself. This is not a club for a rock show. With its oppressive red drapes, ascending rows of fixed tables and stools, it is quite obviously built for crooners, comedians and cabaret performers. Its the sort of strange velvety place where Isabella Rosellini might walk out on stage, warble a song and collapse on the floor while her vocal eerily continues. Its not the sort of place you go to see three experimental young lads from Oregon play some twisted energetic indie. In my humble opinion Whelans would have suited Menomena much better as a venue.

Regardless, the show had sold out and in spite of all the jostling, those who wanted, managed to squeeze into places where they could dance and enjoy themselves. There was plenty of dancing. Maybe there was a bit of leap year craziness in the air but from the word go, the audience were lepping around as Menomena ripped into a set heavy with songs from their most recent album ‘Friend and Foe’. This was no mean feat as some serious instrument-swapping dexterity was required to tease out the various tricks and turns of tunes like ‘muscle and flo’ and ‘wet and rusting.’ It would seem that Menomena suffer for their art, judging by the steady streams of sweat lashing off the various band members, brought on no doubt by the instrument juggling. This was most notable in the case of sax player Justin Harris’s beard which looked like a hairy Niagra Falls by the time crowd-favourite ‘evil bee’ hit its crescendo. What struck me during this, is how easy it might be to mess it up, for a stray saxophone solo to fart unceremoniously over the wrong drum roll or something.

Yet, they never did mess it up, and managed to not only deliver the goods like a well oiled machine, but feel the crowd and respond to the enthusiasm in the room with a few spontaneous flourishes. And did I mention Danny Seim’s drumming? It was flippin’ breathtaking, a multi-speed acrobatic masterclass. I was watching with two members of bands who were both pretty much in awe at how Menomena pulled off their set. So Menomena then, I’d call them a musician’s band except that would make them sound technical and dry, and they managed to pull off technical proficiency with a good dollop of hard rocking fun. Shame about the venue though.

Words: Darragh McCausland
Photo: Loreana Rushe