Coupled with the stifling heat inside the Roxy, the molten flow of Hatfield’s set seemed heavier than it actually was.
Even the bright and perky “For the Birds” and a revved-up “My Sister”– the transitional tunes that should have eased the band from Crazy-Horse-plays-“Wild Thing” territory to the witty land of “Supermodel”– failed to lighten the mood in the packed club. Trouble was compounded by a muddy sound system.
Only “Universal Heartbeat,” with its mantra chorus of “a heart that hurts is a heart that works,” shone, heightening the disc version’s visceral appeal.
Hatfield’s discs work because of their “boy-girl, boy-girl” approach in the sequencing of her soft and hard material.
Clearly a child of arrangement, finding freshness in songs by altering instrumentation and tempo, Hatfield may soon find the sectioned-off approach she used for 75 minutes Thursday doesn’t work that well.