Guitarist Nick Zinner was like a mini-Roland Howard playing Poison Ivy’s guitar, a combo plastered all over Mosquito drummer Brian Chase did thunder and disco in the same run like a true post-post-punk (In terms of feel and timing, he might be the most underrated rock drummer of his fame-level) and then there was Karen O, the manic stepchild of Lydia Lunch and Elton John, as vibrant and charismatic a frontperson as Cave, singing “Zero,” an orgasm barely disguised as a getting-ready-to-go-out song.
Yet the headliners were the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, a trio young enough to be Cave’s children, and nothing if not his spiritual heirs. Think of it as a generational exchange: There was Nick Cave (with his Bad Seeds), the Gothfather of Soul, fleshing out the subdermal electric mutter on his good-weird-or-boring-weird new album Push the Sky Away in grand fashion, then reminding everyone that he’s goddamn Nick Cave when he tore into “From Her to Eternity,” a 30-year old song that’s still a master class in sweaty, engorged desire. The quasi-spring weather, the adrenaline of SXSW, the music: It’s downright astonishing that there wasn’t Actual Fucking during the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ show at Stubb’s in Austin, Texas, this March, when the band teased a few choice cuts from their excellent new album Mosquito, while also pounding out a few old hits for good measure and turning everyone very, very on.
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