Peter Murphy at House of Blues in Anaheim
Review by Scott Cahill, Special to LAist
Monday nights aren’t normally supposed to be notable. You’re supposed to go to work and catch up on the paperwork that you slagged off Friday afternoon and do your best to wear your stoic face, knowing you’ve got four more days of it. Maybe that’s why Monday night’s show at the Anaheim House of Blues featuring Peter Murphy proved to be a paradox.
I entered just in time to hear the last three or four songs from opening act Venus Infers. Normally one is inclined to berate and lambaste the opening act, but after hearing their upbeat, infectious, sharp-driving brand of power pop, I couldn’t help but think these 20-somethings from Orange County are going to be seeing some success in the not-so-distant future.
I hate to brand or otherwise label young bands, but if forced at gunpoint to encapsulate, I would say they’re one part the Strokes (when they were considered possibly the next great band), one part The Cramps sans fishnets and theatrics, one part classic bar band rock appeal and energy of the Faces and one part of the better upbeat catchy pop song that KROQ occasionally strikes gold with when they’re not playing Nirvana or the latest more effeminate than the last release by the Killers.