Shows/1987-07-12
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Links:
- The New York Times listing; July 10, 1987
Setlist: (Incomplete!)
They Might Be Giants
— with The Chills, The Northern Pikes, New Marines, Dave Perkins, The Pursuit of Happiness co-headlining —
The Cat Club in New York, NY
July 12, 1987 at 11:00 PM
Fan Recaps and Comments:
This show was part of the 1987 New Music Seminar, an annual music industry convention and festival designed to showcase emerging artists and attract interest from record labels. The four-day event ran from July 12 to 15, and involved more than 200 acts performing at venues across New York City.[1] The band also played the festival in 1985 and 1986.
Excerpt from "New Music Seminar 8: Words Don't Hurt" by Gerard Cosloy
The Village Voice, July 28, 1987:
- Nighttime festivities were particularly dull, the Mighty Lemon Drops at the Saint or Hugo Largo at Nirvana One Club (like, if I wanted to hear some bitch scream and wail like she was on the rag, I'd just stay home with Sheilah). I ended up at the Chills/They Might Be Giants show at the Cat Club, which wasn't too bad. They Might Be Giants are a lousy joke, but that's why God invented handguns. The Chills were really sharp, though the sight of various label heads throwing dollar bills at them midset was sort of distracting.
Excerpt from "Giants Among Men" by Martin Aston
Record Mirror, Dec. 12, 1987:
- You walk into a club (in this case, the Cat Club in downtown New York City) and head for the bar, waiting for the headliners to waltz on. A friend comes up to you, tugs your arm and tells you that the support group, They Might Be Giants, are really something, come and watch. So you slouch up to the front of the stage and before you know it, the two Giants — one with a battered guitar, the other clutching a battered accordion, playing to ragged beatbox tapes — are asking the audience to "scream as if they're in hell".
- Suddenly, this duo is writhing on the floor while they're still playing. Next, they're dancing a folk jog. To top all that, they stand there, bombarding us with the most wonderfully crafted, addictive pop songs.