Dripping in eye makeup, synthesizers, and perfectly frosted hair, Duran Duran personified ’80s pastel excess. Girls from age 8 to 30 drooled over these baby-faced bad boys and fantasized about the flavor of John Taylors lip-glossed mouth. Marrying heiresses, courting exotic supermodels and getting mega-rich only solidified their image as glossy pop gods. Because they are so deeply immersed in persona, some tend to dismiss them as a boy band, easily forgetting these calculating Brits were actually a band with interesting musicality. Borrowing some swagger from rock and applying it to slickly packaged, juicy, electro-pop, Duran Duran helped create a musical hybrid we now take for granted. That being said, this show is going to be chock full of moms and (good Lordy) grandmas, so remember to duck and cover. The underwear being hurled at them on stage is a size or two larger than those they fielded in 1985. With Neon Trees. MA’CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR
Fri., Sept. 23, 8 p.m., 2011
