The Kill(s)ing Time.

One more sleep. The Kills are tomorrow, Richard's on Richard's.

I feel very child-at-Christmas about this gig, like it's going to be one of those rare air nights where all the mood and music just melds. One of the gigs you live for as a music junkie.

I think we all remember that first live gig where we just Got It and just realized what music was all about. That is, not the play-and-pause shit, but rather this unadulterated barage of sound.

The concert experience isn't just one of aural pleasure, but physically absorbing the music. The throbs, the wails, the riffs, they all get into you and deepen the experience. There's a reason music sells sex better than anything else.

My understanding is that VV and Hotel [the Kills] affect this overly aggressive, sexual, near-violent focus on each other during the performance of Kissy Kissy, my favourite chill-out track at present. Every description of their performance, the intensity, has only served to get me a little more psyched.

I think we all love sexual tension, but we're mostly familiar with the more intellectualized version with the innuendo, the deft side-stepping, the murmured suggestion, the awkward chuckles, and never mind the body language. Sometimes it sadly seems like Friends has a market on that.

But this sexual tension could be a really refreshing change of pace. And a due one, too.