Shows/1992-05-06
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Links:
- The Guardian listing; May 2, 1992
Setlist: (incomplete and out of order)
They Might Be Giants
Town and Country Club in London, UK
May 6, 1992 at 8:00 PM
Fan Recaps and Comments:
This show was originally scheduled for May 13 but was rescheduled to the 6th. It was the second-to-last regular show that They Might Be Giants performed as a duo.
IIRC I managed to get right up close to the stage and got sweated on by Flans.For the longest time I had a pick from this gig but during the intervening 23 years it seems to have been misplaced. (Dr Raygun May 4 2015)
I'm writing this 26 years later so its all a bit fuzzy. I remember that while fans were queueing outside Flans walked out the front door and right past everybody, we went a bit nuts. The show was amazing, the venue felt really packed out. It was crazy hot in there, the band looked like they were seriously perspiring and roadie Adam Gavzer was dressed in a red vest like he was on the beach. There was a stage-invader during "Dig My Grave" who danced for a few seconds until Adam came on stage and dragged him off. Flans played the tiny two-piece drumkit for "Actual Size" and during Stump The Band (Light My Fire).--astralbee (talk) 09:26, 7 July 2020 (EDT)
A review of the show by Dave Jennings
Music Maker, May 16, 1992
All the damning adjectives my colleagues aim at They Might Be Giants fit the duo perfectly. Yes, they're wacky, quirky, gimmicky, all these supposedly unforgivable things and more. Yes, they're all intellect and irony; and if you want raw energy and emotion in all your music, they might be unbearable.Sure, They Might Be Giants have few ambitions beyond making you smile. They might succeed, they might not. But is there any other walk of life where those gentle intentions alone would be seen as some kind of monstrous crime? The defence rests.
But to say that there should be no place in pop for whimsy strikes me as pompous and ludicrous, a bit like saying that serious newspapers shouldn't carry cartoons. It's a suitable simile, because the best They Might Be Giants songs have much the same sweetly surreal, logic-twisting charm as one of Gary Larson's glorious "Far Side" cartoons.
Their live show is as minimalist as ever, mostly sustained by a guitar, two voices and an accordion. But it rarely gets dull. In 90 minutes, the two Johns take in bizarre folk songs from a twilight zone like "I Palindrome I" or the great "Someone Keeps Moving My Chair", occasional straight-faced moments - "Your Racist Friend" which is somehow blunt and subtle all at once - and quick forays into proper pop, like "Don't Let's Start" or the inevitable "Birdhouse In Your Soul".