The Temper Trap @ Havana Club De Luxe
I have never felt more a part of the zeitgeist than last night. The Temper Trap, to put it bluntly, are so now. Like Wavves was mid-December last year, No Age circa 2006 and Weezer pre-1994 before them, Melbourne’s Temper Trap are so tragically hip and beautiful that with the simple turn of a day-by-day "famous quotes" calendar - they could implode at any moment and be yesterday’s news. But when you’re so "now" and armed with a devil-may-care attitude, you only need one day to bring the ruckus.
Packed into a "Oxford St. night spot" several other "important" media high flyers and myself were treated to an intimate showcase of the band’s upcoming debut album, which their manager (maybe not manager but he was older and wearing smart casual attire) explained would not be released for ten weeks. That’s how now they are. They can launch an album three months before it’s released. Because they are The Temper Trap.
On paper, it’s all there: actual good songwriting, instrument swapping, killer alt vibes, sweeping vocals, cool hats and good catering (mini chicken burgers!!!) - yet I cannot help but wonder what it would be like if The Temper Trap ripped up said metaphorical paper and did away with the rules. I’ll be super interested to listen to the record once it drops, if I can remember them in ten weeks time. Even if I have forgotten them completely, at least on April 1st, 2009, The Temper Trap were the epitome of "now". Alternatively, in ten weeks time I could be eating all of my words when they are the biggest band on the planet, so let’s see.
Originally published at: Twelve Major Chords