I didn’t have particularly high expectations for Lykke Li and Friendly Fires’ show at Portland, Oregon’s The Doug Fir. Li’s debut Youth Novel has some great tracks, but I wasn’t bowled over by it as a whole, and while Friendly Fires’ self-titled debut had potential to translate to a live setting, I wasn't overly excited to see them. Little did I know that this would be, without a doubt, one of the best shows I’ve attended in the past year.
Friendly Fires' feisty electro-funk came to life on stage. Dressed in a smartly fitted white-collared shirt with black pants, singer Ed Macfarlane wasted no time in displaying his unrefined, ineffable dance moves. Suffice to say, the pelvic thrusts began immediately, propelling him off the stage and into the crowd. At first, the audience stared in shock, “Who does this guy think he is?” people thought. “Does he have a single ounce of self-consciousness?” Turns out he doesn’t, and it was badass. Soon, a squadron of dancing and screaming females congregated at the front of the stage.
The musical chops were there to backup the dance moves. With its catchy nod to Stevie Wonder, drummer Jack Savidge’s arms flying like a one-man drum circle, and bassist Rob Lee’s indefatigable cowbell worship, “In The Hospital” got the crowd moving. Meanwhile, “Strobe” allowed FF to halt the funk for a moment and indulge in a ballad rounded out by Joshua Tree-esque atmospheric guitar and a bubbling synth sample. The veins in Macfarlane’s neck bulged as he lifted a fist to the ceiling, threw back his head, and shouted the chorus. It was a little much, but this band is nothing if not excessive, and such heavy-handed strokes fit the bill.
Soon after Friendly Fires' set, the club filled to maximum capacity. A musician walked on stage, picked up an acoustic guitar, and began to play the two notes that make up Lykke Li’s “Dance Dance Dance.” Next, a drummer and keyboardist joined and commenced to pound along and lay down a groove. Finally, Lykke Li, wearing a billowing black dress, walked to the mic and began singing as the packed crowd erupted into cheers. I’d never particularly liked that song until that very moment. Pared down to its live essentials, even barer than Björn Yttling and Lasse Mårtén’s minimalist production, her songs gained a robustness that's lacking on Youth Novel.
“Hanging High” took on a doo-wop timelessness, as Li’s pained vocals filled every corner of The Doug Fir. Soon after, Li and her band launched into a cover of Wendy Rene’s soul classic “After Laughter (Come Tears).” Hearing her expressive soprano rise above the harmonies of the band was haunting and impressive. “Little Bit” was predictably crowd-pleasing, while an adorable and skillfully executed cover of A Tribe Called Quest’s “Can I Kick It” came out of nowhere near the end of the set and brought the audience to a zenith of excitement.
Throughout the performance, Li expressed the melancholy themes of her album while simultaneously maintaining a buoyant, even playful bearing, shaking her hips and fueling the audience to dance and move passionately to the music. Not sure how she balanced it all, but the performance left me with a smile that I couldn’t force off my face if I tried.
