Lovers Lane
In The Flesh

Live Review and Photo Gallery: The Darkness at Park West

| April 13, 2018

The Darkness
Park West, Chicago, IL
Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Heā€™ll take your coat. Heā€™ll share his water bottle if you appear to be parched. Heā€™ll pull you onstage if youā€™re wearing his favorite shirt (the one bearing his own first name in lightning-strike font). Is there anything Justin Hawkins or his bandmates in the Darkness wonā€™t do for their fans? ā€œWe donā€™t do requests, unless itā€™s ā€˜Darkness, blow my f–king mind,ā€™ā€ Hawkins said in mock seriousness to a particularly zealous and vocal fan at Park West.

The British glam-rockers brought their high-octane hijinks to Chicago on Wednesday, featuring songs from their cheeky fifth album Pinewood Smile. The band also treated fans to the bulk of their 2003 debut Permission to Land, and made stops at all points in between. The tone was set immediately.

Dan Hawkins strode confidently to his Marshall stacks in his favorite Thin Lizzy jacket. Decadently elegant bassist Frankie Poullain sported an unruly afro and a gold velvet suit. Wisecracking frontman Justin Hawkins appeared in a skin-tight, leopard-print body stocking with matching cape. Throughout the evening, the band went the extra mile to connect, proving to be top-flight entertainers as well as hosts. Justin Hawkins truly did offer to look after the coat of a red-faced gentleman in the front. ā€œYou look very warm, sir,ā€ said Hawkins, adding that heā€™d be happy to go through the pockets as well, while handing the proffered parka to a stagehand. While soloing during ā€œLove is Only a Feeling,ā€ Hawkins pulled the slick maneuver of tossing his pick, kicking it off of his boot heel, catching it, and continuing with the song.

Although an effortless showman, even Hawkins looked surprised and pleased that heā€™d pulled that one off. Other tomfoolery like the ā€œplectrum mirror-ball challengeā€ kept the mood light in the company of thundering, heavy rockers like ā€œBlack Shuckā€ and its tall tale about a marauding demonic dog. Newer songs like ā€œAll the Pretty Girlsā€ and ā€œSolid Goldā€ showed the extremes of the bandā€™s self-referential humor ā€“ self-deprecating on one hand, and self-aggrandizing on the other. None of the wit, strutting or flashy stunts would have worked so well if not for the jaw-dropping skill and talent possessed at every position within the band.

The Darkness have not only absorbed the music of bands like Queen, the Sweet, and AC/DC, but have created their own catalog that measures favorably against the past masters ā€“ albeit with measures of Spinal Tap and Looney Tunes in the mix. ā€œBarbarianā€ and ā€œBuccaneers of Hispaniolaā€ were performed back-to-back in gleeful celebration of pillage and plunder, with the latter song raging like a hyper-caffeinated version of Led Zeppelinā€™s ā€œImmigrant Song.ā€ Justin Hawkins clearly relished both the music and pranksterism. ā€œIā€™m laughing a lot today, and afraid I might be undermining the seriousness of some of the songs,ā€ he said before launching the Motƶrhead-styled riff-rocker ā€œSouthern Trainsā€ and its profane indictment of the British railway system.

Brother Dan Hawkins proved his mettle with meticulous rhythm guitar and stylish solos during songs like the Faces-styled stomper ā€œGivinā€™ Up.ā€ Drummer Rufus Tiger Taylor gave a muscular performance at the drum kit, with unflagging energy and monstrous fills for songs like ā€œEvery Inch of You,ā€ while the band displayed its knack for close vocal harmony. Poullain faced the cowbell intro of ā€œOne Way Ticket to Hell and Backā€ with steely-eyed focus and grim determination. Justin Hawkins had the Park West audience as his choir during the sublime pop of ā€œFriday Night.ā€ Hawkinsā€™ impossibly high falsetto on ā€œGet Your Hands Off of My Womanā€ combined the finesse of the Bee Gees and menace of AC/DCā€™s Brian Johnson.

The sharp-witted singer remained engaged with the crowd and proved adept at improvisation, accepting a cap from a fan that he stuck into his back pocket in order to look ā€œlike Springsteen, a man of the people straight from the factory.ā€ Hawkins tried a womanā€™s leather jacket, but found it too tightly fitting to move his arms from scarecrow position, or remove without assistance. Another fanā€™s gold jacket proved to be a better fit, and was returned to its owner only after several songs ā€“ much sweatier.

The Darkness encored with the intricate but heavy ā€œJapanese Prisoner of Love,ā€ followed by the Hawkins brothersā€™ euphoric twin-guitar leads for breakout single ā€œI Believe in a Thing Called Love.ā€ Following these obligatory call-backs, Justin Hawkins declared that the show and audience had been so exceptional that the crowd had earned a rarity ā€“ a bonafide extra performance. ā€œLove on the Rocks with No Iceā€ stretched beyond 20 minutes, bringing the show to its conclusion with a final display of dazzling instrumental chops and good humor.

Throughout, the concert was a great escape from drudgery, stress, conflict and fear pervasive in the outside world. Leave it to the Darkness to shine some much-needed light.

Garage rockers Diarrhea Planet opened.

 

– Jeff Elbel

– Photos by Curt Baran

 

 

Tags: , , , , , ,

Category: IE Photo Gallery, Live Reviews

About the Author ()

Comments are closed.