("Hey baby, wanna see the snake in my jeans?" Gabe Saporta was always cocky like that. © 2008 Kaleena Marie.)
"Wait a sec, aren’t Cobra Starship the guys who did that Snakes On A Plane song?" Yeah, they are. But that’s just the beginning for these New York natives.
When I arrived at the Croatian Cultural Centre last Thursday night, my first thought was "If only I were two years younger." The crowd, which consisted mostly of teenage girls, was buzzing with excitement and impatience, prompting me to wonder if Cobra were the new Backstreet Boys now that the boy band’s moved on to Much More Music and a fan base of soccer moms.
When the house lights finally dropped, I thought I was going to lose my hearing. I’d never heard so many girls screaming at once. As the members of Cobra Starship came onstage, it became very apparent to me that they had the makings of a decent electro-pop band: keyboards, a cute female keytar player, and a frontman charismatic enough to dazzle the pants off any girl (18 or younger).
Donning his tightest pair of jeans and a self-assured swagger, frontman Gabe Saporta came up center stage smirking, admiring his loyal followers, and immediately broke into their first song of the night, a catchy little number called "The Church of Hot Addiction". Then they powered right into their next song "The City Is At War", from their sophomore album ¡Viva la Cobra!. In a way, you have to admire their dedication. After hitting the big time in the closing credits of a certain Samuel L. Jackson flick, any other band might've called it quits then and there. Not Cobra Starship though. In fact, a third album is currently in the works.
Between songs, Gabe spoke to the audience about the current tour, and the importance of knowing how to dance so you can woo yourself a lady (which may have been kind of a moot point since Gabe may have been the only straight male in the room). With that, they launched into my favourite song from their current album, "My Moves Are Hot (White Hot, That Is)".
Closing the show with the hit "Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)", Cobra bid the crowd goodnight. Despite each instrument competing to be heard in the mix, Cobra Starship surprised and entertained me more than most live acts I’ve seen this year. No one will remember them in five years but in the meantime, they deserve their glory in the pop-punk spotlight.
And yet, it’s strange to think that no one would have ever heard of them were it not for motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane.
Special thanks to Jessica Dunn of Live Nation.
Next up: Ben explores gloomy planets with Germany's own Notwist!
When I arrived at the Croatian Cultural Centre last Thursday night, my first thought was "If only I were two years younger." The crowd, which consisted mostly of teenage girls, was buzzing with excitement and impatience, prompting me to wonder if Cobra were the new Backstreet Boys now that the boy band’s moved on to Much More Music and a fan base of soccer moms.
When the house lights finally dropped, I thought I was going to lose my hearing. I’d never heard so many girls screaming at once. As the members of Cobra Starship came onstage, it became very apparent to me that they had the makings of a decent electro-pop band: keyboards, a cute female keytar player, and a frontman charismatic enough to dazzle the pants off any girl (18 or younger).
Donning his tightest pair of jeans and a self-assured swagger, frontman Gabe Saporta came up center stage smirking, admiring his loyal followers, and immediately broke into their first song of the night, a catchy little number called "The Church of Hot Addiction". Then they powered right into their next song "The City Is At War", from their sophomore album ¡Viva la Cobra!. In a way, you have to admire their dedication. After hitting the big time in the closing credits of a certain Samuel L. Jackson flick, any other band might've called it quits then and there. Not Cobra Starship though. In fact, a third album is currently in the works.
Between songs, Gabe spoke to the audience about the current tour, and the importance of knowing how to dance so you can woo yourself a lady (which may have been kind of a moot point since Gabe may have been the only straight male in the room). With that, they launched into my favourite song from their current album, "My Moves Are Hot (White Hot, That Is)".
Closing the show with the hit "Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)", Cobra bid the crowd goodnight. Despite each instrument competing to be heard in the mix, Cobra Starship surprised and entertained me more than most live acts I’ve seen this year. No one will remember them in five years but in the meantime, they deserve their glory in the pop-punk spotlight.
And yet, it’s strange to think that no one would have ever heard of them were it not for motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane.
Special thanks to Jessica Dunn of Live Nation.
Next up: Ben explores gloomy planets with Germany's own Notwist!
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