Live Review
Velvet Lounge
Wednesday 20 August
Wednesday 20 August
with Tell The Shaman, Sprawl and Crow Jones and the Lonely Bones.
Rrocklobster and photographer Chris Webster
went to check out some local bands at Velvet Lounge, just next door to The
Flying Scostman. If you’re a fan of bluesy rock, this would have been a great
gig for you and with a meager $5 door charge these four bands provided a great
bang for your buck!
Punters settled into the couches with their
$10 jugs of beer ready to enjoy Crow Jones and the Lonely Bones’s diverse mix
of country, rock and folk. Vocalist Crow Jones appeared earthy and grounded,
and so happy to be on stage playing her acoustic guitar with its feather and
beads hanging off the top.
Curly-haired trio Sprawl started out quiet
and quirky, but got louder and louder until the sound was delightfully
deafening. Full of shrieking, frenetic gritty chords, crazy distortion and
crashing drums, their hard and heavy rock bounced off the concrete walls. Ben
Claessens’ expressive eyebrows and his ability to simultaneously play keyboard
and trumpet provided some visual entertainment. Edric Matviev’s awkward stage
banter added to their endearing peculiarity. “We have an EP,” announced
Matviev. “Aside from that, you can find us all on tinder.”
"Have we got scissors in the bar? I
need to cut off this guitar string or it's gonna fuck me up." Just a few
songs in, and Tell The Shaman guitarist Dennis Kooij had already broken a
string. Oops! The rest of the band jammed seamlessly in the mean time, and a
loan guitar was offered. The rest of the set went off without a hitch, full of
heavy bluesy guitar chords and disco-esque drum beats and bass lines. People
were grooving in their seats, just on the verge of jumping up to bust a move.
The alcohol kicked in just in time for
people to get loose with Bad China. They have lots of character and know how to
work up a crowd. Their fuzzy guitar progressions and frantic screeching set the
punters off! It was way too rad for a Wednesday night! Thrilled punters dangled
about like marionette puppets, and thrashed out some mad air guitar. A drunk
guy in red plaid who had been dancing vigorously for a while jumped onto the
stage to dance with the band, then pounced back onto the floor and very
successfully started a mosh. More sober crowd members may have noticed the
intricate bass work of Michael Mcintosh, who could probably wow a crowd with a
whole set of solo-bass tunes.
Review by Rrocklobster of Perth.
Photographs by Chris Webster Photography.
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