Even though BehindtheHype does not pride itself on redundancy, I feel compelled to add to Flak’s summation of Metric’s March 26th show at the Palladium, especially since I went with him, but, evidently, a bitch has to be named Jessica T. to get a mention. Why would I bother creating an addendum when Flak probably has more devotees in the readership department? For one, it’s like Jack Nicholson says in As Good As It Gets: A woman is no different than a man, she just has no reason or accountability. And second, there’s this intense connection I feel to the lyrics on the Fantasies album, which Metric focused on heavily in their setlist, making the music in live form all the more earnest and exquisite. It’s like each line from the tracks on Fantasies could’ve been extracted from my autobiography, primarily: Satellite Mind's "I’m not suicidal, I just can’t get out of bed," Twilight Galaxy's "Did they tell you you should grow up when you wanted to dream?," Front Row's (if the pronouns were changed) "She's not perfect, she's a victim of her occupation/social insulation," and Blindness' “ I wanna leave but the world won’t let me go.”

I imagine that’s Emily Haines' greatest attribute as a lyricist: The ability to universalize her sentiments. This knack she has for relating to her listeners becomes transcendent in live performance. As the opening song, Twilight Galaxy, shows, there is something naturally frenetic about Haines. Still, though she is the band's eye candy and backbone with her vocals and synth sounds, guitarist James Shaw, bassist Josh Winstead, and drummer Joules Scott-Key deserve much recognition. Metric cannot be Metric without them. Otherwise it would be Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton or Bang Lime or Broken Social Scene or any other as of yet unestablished Metric side project.

But back to the show. After the amazing, practically eight-minute long version of Twilight Galaxy, the angry riffs of Satellite Mind pervaded the Palladium. Continuing the promotion of Fantasies, Metric followed with Front Row, where Haines sang the usual lyric of "Burnout stars they shine so bright," quickly adding, "right Los Angeles?" and then the crowd pleasing "Help I'm Alive." There was a brief segue into Empty from 2005's Live It Out, but then straight back to Fantasies purism with Collect Call, Gold Guns Girls, Gimme Sympathy, Sick Muse, a one-song nod to Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? with Dead Disco, and Stadium Love transformed into Palladium Love as the crowd's enthusiasm reverberated back onstage.

It was unexpected to see so many leaving before or during the encores of Monster Hospital and Combat Baby. What a senseless move considering Sunset and Hollywood Boulevard are always bottlenecked for some reason or other, regardless of absconding from a Metric show early or not. Before the end of Combat Baby, Haines kindly iterated that she missed Los Angeles. I believe her since so few performers ever feel obligated to say that. And I appreciated it since so many seize the opportunity to shit on L.A. So thank you Metric, and do come again.

P.S. All of these photos have been shamelessly hijacked from Flak's post. He has a camera and I don't. That's all there is to it. Oh and photography skills.