Divine Fits plays Union Transfer

Britt Daniel (left), Sam Brown, and Dan Boeckner are Divine Fits, who played Monday night. Classic rock, R&B, and new wave add up to the heart of this band.
Britt Daniel (left), Sam Brown, and Dan Boeckner are Divine Fits, who played Monday night. Classic rock, R&B, and new wave add up to the heart of this band.
Posted: October 25, 2012

On recordings it's not entirely clear why Spoon singer and guitarist Britt Daniel needs a second creative outlet. But in concert, as at Union Transfer on Monday, the differences between Spoon and his new project, Divine Fits, are legion.

Spoon re-creates its studious minimalism so faithfully onstage that fans must be foaming at the mouth for a broken string, a monkey wrench, some jarring element to provoke a response from the unit they love. But Divine Fits is a rock band - Sam Brown metronomically swings at his kit like he's backing Warren Zevon, while co-leader Dan Boeckner writhes on the floor during "My Love Is Real" ("until it stops," ouch). All keyboards are relegated to master sideman Alexis Perry so that Daniel can do things like jump around.

Even obsessively controlled rock can apparently still rock, with Boeckner's hair in his face and Daniel finding his one-note-at-a-time calling on a roughly thumped bass. "Would That Not Be Nice" contained no note out of place, but Daniel hammered his two chords like Angus Young and the synth-swirl of an ending took on psychedelic proportions, particularly in conjunction with the red and blue strobe lights the Fits thoughtfully splurged for. "Like Ice Cream" struts even further into the AC/DC stratosphere, while Boeckner's "Civilian Stripes" took on a jagged country feel that set up a rousing Tom Petty cover later on, Daniel and Boeckner each taking harmonized turns on "You Got Lucky." But Daniel finally put his mouth where his sexy cool is, and reverently covered Frank Ocean's "Lost" from this year's universally lauded Channel Orange. Even the most robotic number ("The Salton Sea") was given a fresh coating of earthly grit.

Classic rock, R&B, and new wave add up to the heart of this band, though their lone pass at breakneck punk ("What Gets You Alone") reached Ministry-esque, wind-tunnel intensity; they ought to make New Bomb Turks vet Brown play faster more often. Instead, the repetition gave way to quietly transformative codas, eventually closing with the head-nodding lullaby "Shivers," an obscure tune Daniel might as well have adapted into a theme song: "I wear my poker face so well/ That even mother couldn't tell."

In the studio, possible. Live, he couldn't stop grinning.

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