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Tuesday, April 13, 2004
 
Heard the one about the First Unitarian Church of Kennebunkport, ME? No? Well, while you're pondering the acronymic possibilities of that fine institution, allow me to briefly relate last night's (Apr 12) goings-on in the First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia PA, where The Fall played to a robust and appreciative audience. I'm guessing about 250 people came out to see the band on a miserable night of cold spring rain, in the downstairs auditorium of the hip church (very popular spot for indie/small-label groups). Opening act The Thieves wasn't bad, a sort of early-goth/post-punk outfit with a squonky synth not unlike early Pere Ubu. The Fall took over after 10 pm, leading off with Boxoctosis, MES being helped up on stage eventually (to cheers) and into a chair behind a card table where he remained put. I can't imagine anyone undertaking an extensive overseas tour shortly after suffering a broken hip (and femur?) but Smith is doing it, and I have to say it suits him. No longer subjected to its leader's usual on-stage perambulations and knob-fiddlings, the band put forth an uninterrupted evening of tight, amped-up hypno-repetitive music, one number leaping right into the next. The Love/Mod Mock medley was a standout--and what a pleasure to hear Middle Mass again! Smith happily alternated between the two mics available to his reach, declaiming energetically in high style. He even cracked wise in a few asides, something I've never witnessed before (this was my 8th Fall gig, thanks very much)-- saying "Welcome to the guitar shop" early on and comparing himself to Gollum much later. Eleanor has two keyboards now, a korg and the cheap casio-thing, but I couldn't hear any difference between them (poor sound mix?) Encore consisted of Dr. Buck's Letter and Big New Prinz, with Smith declining to trouble himself with resuming the stage, only his voice coming seance-style as the band played on, much to the apparent consternation of concertgoers further back in the room and unable to tell what was going on. A manic fan was allowed to take the stage with mic and sing wildly during the obligatory "He! Is! Not! Appreciated!" moments. Band grinning. Exeunt.