A critical consensus has been reached: playing an entire album live is a bit of a bore. The once novel concept has quickly become an unimaginative experience that legitimizes bands trotting out reliable hits without looking desperate (perhaps not always such a bad thing). From an artist's perspective, the album-as-set-list can be a self-mythologizing ego boost reinforcing older work as classic. The fans, for their part, get the songs they want in the order they are accustomed. Old codgers of all stripes will tell you that the album used to 'mean' something that kids today just don't understand. These individuals, fans and artists alike, have been weaned on the hallowed AOR template, a place where deep album cuts and well-known singles are valued equally.
Perhaps this is true in one's bedroom or beat up Chevy Nova. But like it or not, most albums are ill-suited to be performed for the screaming masses. As anyone who sat through Sebadoh's rendering of its scrappy classic Bubble and Scrape last year knows, some deep cuts never deserve to see the light of day.
Which brings us to Devo, the new wave science experiment that's inexplicably persisted for 30+ years, give or take a few periods in the wilderness. Devo's off-kilter sensibilities have always felt ahead of its time, making its decision to perform the band's two most beloved albums at the 9:30 Club both fittingly and uncharacteristically retro.
Monday night showcased 1980's Freedom of Choice, its first album recorded in California, not Akron, Ohio, the band's hometown. The constant sunshine and warped sense of reality suited them, garnering Devo its most successful single to date, "Whip It." Freedom of Choice infused the bizarro charms of its debut, Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo (performed on Sunday night) with the technological sheen and strong melodies that would became its trademark.
As the lights dimmed promptly at 9 p.m. on Monday, the energy domed crowd was warmed up with videos of the album's three singles. Shortly thereafter, a female Spud took to the stage hoisting a sign reading, "Track 1." Having seen the video just moments earlier, the punch of opener "Girl U Want" was slightly diminished, but sounded remarkably tight thanks to the sprightly banging of drummer Josh Freese. Freese is the lone newbie of among Devo's current line-up, but his impressive résumé, keeping time with everyone from The Replacements (sort of) to Guns N' Roses (sort of) speaks for itself.
Outside of Freese's (comparatively) youthful enthusiasm, Devo's presence, musically or otherwise, is still quite striking. Convincing in its matching jumpsuits, the band's gray hair protruded from its domes, a look that was part mad scientist, part punk rock Shriner. Though accounts surfacing from Sunday night's performance seem more sprightly, energetic renditions of "Snowball" and "Ton O' Luv" kept up the momentum next to oversized crowd pleasers "Whip It" and "Gates of Steel."
The album's final tracks did not fare as well, with mid-tempo songs like "Cold War" and "That's Pep!" sounding like obligatory diversions. Fortunately, Freedom of Choice is nothing if not economical, and its brisk 32 minutes came and went with little interruption, making the evening's highlights and few misfires equally bite-size. That Devo walked off the stage after playing only 12 songs might have been the evening's biggest surprise.
The rapturous crowd brought them back for two short encores, the first of which included "Be Stiff" and "Beautiful World." For the latter, Devo mascot Booji Boy (Mothersbaugh with a deformed baby mask) gave a rambling speech about the late Michael Jackson that could only be interpreted as unintelligible futuristic irony (we'll catch up some day). Fervent applause gave way to the final song, a forceful interpretation of Johnny Rivers' classic "Secret Agent Man;" Devo living up to its self-proclaimed reputation as the new traditionalists.

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BS. These are fun ways for bands to play again and trot out deep cuts. Most bands will never do this and there are many great songs I loved that I never hear played live again.
The Washington Post is quite possibly the least important music journalism outlet to link to in the DC area and certainly not something I'd trot out as EVIDENCE one was correct. It's more or less evidence that one's opinion is incorrect.
Exactly! I went Van Morrison this year specifically to hear Astral Weeks live. These are incredible opportunities to fans whose interest delves deeper than "Whip It" or "Brown Eyed Girl."
Agreed, one piece in the Washington Post (of all places) is hardly "critical consensus" on the play the whole album thing.
This reminds me of discussions I had in college when I'd complain about this or that dreary corporate rock hit record only to have the fan say, "But it won the Grammy Award for album of the year!"
The Grammy Awards.
It's how a 12 year old and a 50 year old might judge music.
Yep. If all of Devo's current shows were being widely panned by critics and fans alike, then yes, that would be a critical consensus. But I've heard of and read about nothing but near universal praise at how great these shows have been. Both of these shows, albeit short, were an absolute blast. The crowd had fun and the band was definitely having fun. It was a win-win all around.
Are we not men?
coming dangerously close to telling all of us who owned music before the advent of the ipod that we're all a bunch of fogeys, eh?
why the b&w on these shots?
Because the lighting was a deep, deep red and it made the band look less than flattering. We didn't get any of the nice, even lighting used the night before.
I liked it better before I knew you felt like you had to.
I saw The Who perform Tommy live. Trust me, it was exactly what I wanted to hear.
And Matthew. There is nothing inexplicable about Devo's persistence.
Aw man, those DEVO jumpsuits are starting to look like the leisure jump suits my dad used to wear. Age is a bitch, y'all.
I do wish I had seen these shows.
I could give or take Devo playing a single song in its entirety, but I'm ready to call a staff meeting about all this beating up on Sebadoh.
Devo were great, but I've never seen an "album show" before and I think I'd prefer a traditional, less predictable show.
Also, for $45 I wanted to hear "Mongoloid," dammit.
Then you should've gone to Sunday night's show!
Those of us at the Q: Are We Not Men? show didn't get more than a brief taste of songs other than those on said album - and no "Whip It" for those whose first taste of Devo was their MTV hit.
No matter: the band was tight, energetic and better than many current bands in terms of putting on a show and connecting with the audience. All you had to do was get over the image of the cover of AARP's magazine wearing radiation suits....
I know, I know. Schedule only allowed for Monday night.
I heard JP Inc. almost got booed off the stage on Sunday. I thought he was hilarious, and Monday's crowd seemed either indifferent or appreciative.
Devo is NOT $45 worth of fun. $20 tops.
Did anyone ask Mark to draw a picture?
(People with kids will get this.)