Okay, here’s the recap:
I should begin with the disclaimer that, despite being a Pixies fan, I did not grow up listening to the Pixies. So when I bought the tickets, it was more with the realization that living in Saskatoon, I may never have another chance to see such a huge cultural icon play my hometown, rather than because this was the band that provided the soundtrack to my formative years or something like that.
The show was, in a word, tight. No nonsense from Frank Black, Kim Deal, et al. They came on stage at about ten with “Bone Machine,” shrouded in a bunch of fog/smoke, and seventy percent of the crowd was singing along within two minutes. They then segued into some of their less immediately recognizable stuff - the chugging “U-Mass” being a standout - got “Wave of Mutilation” out of the way early on, and finished with an amazing run that included “Allison,” “Monkey Gone to Heaven,” “Gouge Away,” “Tame,” “Debaser,” and “Gigantic.” I think they finished stronger than they started - maybe that had to do with the playlist, as the last three songs were probably my three favorite Pixies tracks - but I doubt few would argue that the highlight was Kim Deal finally taking the mic for “Gigantic” to close the show.
The encore featured the UK Surf version of “Wave of Mutilation,” which was cool but felt a little redundant, having heard the original version earlier in the show (they couldn’t have played “Dig for Fire” or “Is She Weird?” instead?). Overall, they were done in about an hour-and-a-half - I was out of the building by eleven-thirty. David Lovering’s drumming was still dead-on; I think Frank might have lost a little in the manic energy department, but I won’t complain.
All in all, seeing the Pixies was simply kickass. I won’t pretend it was even close to the personal experience it was for some other people (one girl, I swear, was crying - and she looked like she would have been barely in kindergarden when the Pixies were big) but from the detached eye (ear?) of the music connoisseur, they rocked.
(Side note - people who throw water bottles on stage are asses, plain and simple. If you break Kim Deal’s hand with your bloody Nalgene bottle, and I find out where you’re parked, I’m keying a nice succinct message about being how you should respect the musicians into the side of your car.)