Beautiful weather last night so I decided, why not, go to the Terrace for the free show WUD put on: Camp Friends (Madison) and Omni (Atlanta).
Missed most of Camp Friends, who were billed as experimental but in fact played genial, not-real-tight college indie. Singer took his shirt off.
Omni, though — this is the real thing. Everyone says it sounds like 1981 (specifically: 1981), and they’re right, but it rather wonderfully doesn’t sound like any particular thing in 1981. There’s the herky-jerky-shoutiness and clipped chords (but on some songs that sounds like Devo and on others like Joe Jackson) and the jazz chords high on the neck (the Fall? The Police?) and weird little technical guitar runs that sound like Genesis learning to play new wave guitar on Abacab and arpeggios that sound like Peter Buck learning to play guitar in the first place (these guys are from Georgia, after all.) What I kind of love about young people is this. To me, all these sounds are separate styles; to a kid picking up these records now, they’re just 1981, they’re all material to work from, you can put them together and something kind of great comes out of it.
You see a lot of bands with a frontman but not that many which, like Omni, have a frontman and a backman. Philip Frobos sings and plays bass and mugs and talks to the audience. Frankie Broyles, the guitar player, is a slight guy who looks like a librarian and stands still and almost expressionless while he plays his tight little runs. Then, every once in a while, he unleashes an absolute storm of noise. But still doesn’t grimace, still doesn’t move! Amazing. Penn and Teller is the only analogue I can think of.
Omni plays “Jungle Jenny,” live in Atlanta:
And here’s “Wire,” to give a sense of their more-dance-less-rock side:
Both songs are on Omni’s debut album, Deluxe, listenable at Bandcamp.
Best show I’ve seen at the Terrace in a long time. Good job, WUD.