Tuesday night, I may have upset / angered / disappointed / overly excited my twitter followers by tweeting...
E is fantastic!
...followed a little later by...
On an E high so can't even consider sleep. Thank god Radcliffe's on the radio.
I suppose I ought to come clean and confess - no, I haven't been taking Class A drugs... the truth is (smug, holier-than-thou comment alert!) I don't need 'em. My E high was a natural one, brought about by an evening of top quality musical entertainment from Mark 'E' Everett: lead singer, songwriter, guitarist and premier beard-wearer of the Eels.
E has been on a creative high over the last couple of years, releasing a trilogy of excellent records that deal with three notable stages of a relationship - desire, break-up and moving on - Hombre Lobo,
Many of Everett's songs are starkly personal and deal with serious issues like depression, death and alienation. You might not know that from hearing them played live though - especially with E's current band, the funkiest group of musicians he's gathered to date, particularly that wonderful horn section. I've always been a fan of brass in pop music (being a former brass bandsman myself) and think it high time more artists roped in a horn section, particularly for live shows. But funk isn't the only thing this band brought to Leeds on Tuesday - they also supplied an outstanding selection of facial hair, most notably on E himself who's returned to the full-on Unabomber look he sported in the Shootenanny days, and wears that beard with panache!
Who needs E when you've got E?