Matthew Sweet at the Duck Room, 10/15/2011: Review and Setlist

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Matthew Sweet
Matthew Sweet | Miles Zuniga
Blueberry Hill's Duck Room
October 16, 2011

Your feelings on the current wave of twenty-years-gone nostalgia could have indicated your level of excitement for this weekend's Matthew Sweet show at Blueberry Hill. Sweet has been touring behind the twentieth anniversary of his breakthrough album Girlfriend, playing it front-to-back while leaving a little space at the end for a few other hits. In a fall that's been largely dominated by Nirvana's Nevermind and, to a lesser extent, the long-awaited DVD release of the documentary 1991: The Year Punk Broke, you could spend all of this month's disposable income reliving 1991. (And, speaking of that doc, how many of you felt like your parents just announced their divorce now that Thurston and Kim have split?)

But Sweet's story is a little different. His critically (and cultishly) adored Girlfriend never had anywhere near the mass impact of Nevermind, nor did it spawn a generation of sound-alikes. It's not a perfect album but a damned great one. His best, most enduring songs are found there. It's been Legacy Edition-ed and adored for years, so it's hard to fault Sweet for revisiting it in full. And judging by the sold-out room (tickets were gone as of a month ago), plenty of people saw reason to celebrate this power-pop gem.

Taking the stage at 10 p.m. with a three-piece backing band, Sweet eschewed hellos and fanfare, launching right into the sharp, twangy hook of "Divine Intervention." Sweet's voice is as strong and, yes, sweet as ever, but it took a minute for the vocal harmonies to kick in. Since Sweet sang every lead and harmony part on disc, it's a quibbling thing to mention that the back-up parts were a little ragged -- anything short of AutoTune would fall short. Guitarist Dennis Taylor had some massive shoes to fill, taking the lead parts originally played by Robert Quine, Television's Robert Lloyd and Sweet himself. He did good work nailing the album's classic-rock tone and its memorable leads, often note-for-note. Drummer Ric Menck, who played on the original album, contributed the appropriate fills in the right place. In lieu of in-the-moment improvisation or feel, we had preordained and meticulous pop music. For a classicist like Sweet, that's pretty apt.

The set's opening one-two-three punch was a foregone conclusion, given the album's front-loaded sequence. After "Divine Intervention," the earnest jangle of "I've Been Waiting" was the hit of the night, and many in the crowd took liberty singing those call-and-response harmonies. "Girlfriend" zoomed along at a similarly sped-up pace; Sweet even mouthed the tossed-off "all right" during the guitar solo, in true keeping with the recorded version. Call it commitment.

Sweet joked that he usually saves those hits for the end of his usual sets, so he had upended the normal order of things. And that's often the trouble with these types of shows -- you know exactly what song is coming next, so it saps some of the anticipatory energy from the live-show experience. After the rushed but brilliant "Evangeline" and the more pensive "Day for Night," the show hit its sagging middle section. Opener Miles Zuniga contributed acoustic guitar for a lifeless "Thought I Knew You" and "You Don't Love Me" lagged in spots too. But the pure pop came back with a force on "I Wanted to Tell You," which sparkles with all of Sweet's calling cards -- stacked harmonies, chiming guitars and relentless hooks.

After the entirety of Girlfriend was through (including the last three tracks, which Sweet called the "bonus cuts"), he and the band closed the set with a soaring "Sick of Myself," from 1995's 100% Fun. The three-song encore bookended by two more classics ("Time Capsule" and the fantastic "We're the Same") with one new one, "She Walks the Night," in the middle. It was the only song from Sweet's just-released Modern Art, and while I wasn't exactly clamoring for a night of brand-new material, it was a little odd that Sweet timed this throwback tour around the release of a new disc that contains plenty of the same power-pop fairy dust that makes Girlfriend so fine. One hopes that Sweet doesn't see himself as a throwback troubadour, resigned to playing his old hits at the expense of his new ones.

Opening act Miles Zuniga represented the other end of the night's nostalgia train. Best known as the guitarist for late-'90s one-hit wonder Fastball, his solo acoustic set had all the charm of a Soulard tarvern bard trying to hold the bar-goers' attention. It turns out that Zuniga didn't sing Fastball's big hit "The Way," so there was nothing but the fading memory of old MTV spins to latch onto. His songs were inoffensive if unremarkable -- closing number "Otra Vez" knicked from both Clapton's "Cocaine" and Dead or Alive's "You Spin Me Round" in one final act of pandering.

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Playing the whole album doesn't mean he had to play it sequentially; that was a disappointment, as it took the already slight potential for surprise all but completely out of the show. The sped-up tempo drained a lot of the emotional power out of "Don't Go", a song I really dig. A little more vocals in the mix would've been nice, as well. I was glad I got to be there, nonetheless. I think the crowd response to "Sick of Myself" indicates that "100% Fun" also needs revisiting in a few years - at least most of it (I'm guessing a Mellotron for "Lost My Mind" wouldn't be easy to come by, and "I Almost Forgot" without a weepy steel guitar would be criminal). 


I can't say I've ever actually attended one of these play-a-whole-album-in-order concerts, but the idea is a little strange.  Seems like the album and the live show should be complementary rather than redundant.  That being said, it's been long enough since I popped in my "Girlfriend" tape I probably would be surprised by a couple numbers.  If he comes back and does "100% Fun", I'm there.

Steve Marshall
Steve Marshall

That should be "Television's Richard Lloyd" not "Television's Robert Lloyd".


I was actually surprised at how good it all sounded. Considering the fullness of the original album, I thought the four-piece was able to recreate it rather well, though Sweet's guitar in particular was about two notches too loud.

I can't quite figure out where the crowd went during the course of the night. It looked at felt full at the start, but 45 minutes in I'd probably moved up eight feet from where I originally stood. If you paid to hear all of Girlfriend, I presume you would want to stay for the whole thing.

Negative bonus points for the man in front of me who kept requesting Holy War, and then was no longer there by the time it was played.  Hopefully he stuck around.

St. Louis crowd criticism of the day: Does no one clap for an encore anymore? There couldn't have been more than 20 people clapping at the end of the proper set.  Look, we all know it's coming, but you can at least act like you appreciate what you heard and want to hear more. And you can't blame this on the drunk young kids too busy texting: At 32 I'm reasonably sure I was below the median age of the crowd.


I don't weigh what I did in 1991, but I have to admit I was shocked at how much weight he had gained. It was more than just a bit of middle-age spread. He seemed a bit uncomfortable in his skin, truth be told.

The show was good, but I felt that many of the songs were rushed, too loud, and missing the nuances of the record. It was almost as though he was saying, "This is what people want to hear, so I'm playing them, but man, I can't wait to play some other songs." And as much as I liked hearing the Girlfriend songs, the encore was when he seemed happiest and more relaxed.

I first bought Girlfriend on cassette tape and will probably get the deluxe CD at some point. And like you, I'd love to find a vinyl copy of it (either original or 180-gram reissue).

Steve Marshall
Steve Marshall

As someone who's lived here most of my life and seen hundreds of shows (at least) both here and in other cities, I have to say that St. Louis has some of the lamest crowds I've ever seen. Sometimes, it's actually embarrassing..

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