Heads bob, hands clap, and limbs take on a life of their own...
They Shoot Horses, Don't They? + Dada SwingCity: Oakland, CA
Venue: 21 Grand
They Shoot Horses, Don't They? has a way of destroying language. First, there's the name. It comes from the title of a 1969 Sydney Pollack movie about Depression-era dance marathons, one which was itself taken from the 1935 Horace McCoy book that inspired the film. When the Vancouver band plays live, singer/guitarist Nut Brown announces, "We are They Shoot Horses (pauses) Don't They?". We are They? They are They? In any case, when They play, dancing ensues. Heads bob, hands clap, limbs take on a life of their own. This band has people everywhere leaving shows with the strange name on the tips of their tongues. Then there are the reviews. Critics routinely (and comically) bollix up the English language when describing them. This review is no different. It is the warm, fuzzy memory of a cold, brisk night in Oakland, California - usually home to the Raiders football team, but tonight host to a band of foreigners that are, well, much smaller. The venue is 21 Grand, a place of cheap beer and small triumphs, one of those spaces where art is not just on the walls, but tucked messily, half-finished, into corners.