THE DIABLEROS with HENRI FABERGE AND THE ADORABLES at Sneaky Dee's. November 26. Tickets: $7-$10. Attendance: 225. Rating: NNNN
On one of the first chilly, snowy show nights of the season, Henri Faberge and the Adorables took to the Sneaky Dee's stage as last-minute replacements for Uncut, who were unable to play due to a medical misfortune. (Don't worry, it seems everything is cool now.)
Though lacking some of their customary hanging-from-the-rafters-lampshade-on-head mojo, likely due to some missing band members, the Adorables gave us a small glimpse of why they're slowly becoming known as the most insidious local party-pop phenomenon.
Though short-staffed on this night, they still had a respectable half-dozen members onstage, and pounded through a set of cracked power-pogo pop along the lines of the Bicycles or lead guy Henry Fletcher 's other band, Spitfires and Mayflowers.
Always with the handclaps, farty trumpet and goofy percussion, and capable of crowding the stage with a dozen members or even the whole audience, the band has so much fun it's contagious. The debauchery of their first-Wednesday residency at Embassy in Kensington is quietly becoming legendary.
Closing the night were the Diableros , honouring their first record, You Can't Break The Strings In Our Olympic Hearts. Before a pretty much packed house, they launched into a set so strong it's hard to believe that this disc is their first effort, and they haven't been percolating in seclusion for years perfecting their infectious, heart-tugging pop.
Thick organ and alternately jangly and fuzzy guitars are brought together by singer Pete Carmichael 's anxious, agitated yelping and moaning. Their sound's set on edge with the kind of frenetic energy and bombast that we were caught up in at early Arcade Fire shows, with hooks perfectly engineered to stick in the brain, so it's not hard to imagine the Diableros being one of Toronto's next big things.
Catch them before the hype hits hard.