Casually clad and physically at ease except for his fluttering eyelids, Hitchcock sailed through a wacky tour de force of his career in just over an hour, producing a lineup of marvelous playthings and unique meditations.
Casually clad and physically at ease except for his fluttering eyelids, Hitchcock sailed through a wacky tour de force of his career in just over an hour, producing a lineup of marvelous playthings and unique meditations.His lyrics, though, often are heartbreaking in their simplicity: “The next time I get into you/I swear to God I won’t come out”; “I something you/you whatnot me”; and “What am I going to do with myself if I lose you?” Here is a master of bare declarations of love. Although he often strained for the higher notes, Hitchcock sang very clearly and didn’t let his accomplished guitar — or occasional violin by opener Deni Bonet — get in the way of the lyrics. And in following his stream-of-consciousness construction and fantastical topics, one can’t afford to miss a word.
(The Bottom Line, New York; 250 seats; $ 17.50)
Presented in-house. Reviewed March 30, 1995. Robyn Hitchcock's lyrics are his greatest attraction. He is a storyteller -- a seer of life's odd contradictions and parallels -- whose approach is to inundate with images and let the message sift itself out. His solo performance, on the heels of Rhino Records reissuing nine of his CDs, most recorded with the Egyptians, was as appealing and eccentric as his music.
Band: Hitchcock, Deni Bonet.
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