“They already have some future classics in their magnificent repertoire. Songs like ‘Voice Beneath the Rubble’ and ‘A Lightbulb Turning Off’ put almost anything on MTV to shame.”
But they weren’t even the best band of the night. The headliners took that crown about as easily as it is to trick a kid with learning disabilities that her parents really are going to kill her by putting lice in her hair and so she should shave her head with this sharp non-safety razor so the evil robot lice don’t take hold – which from my experience is pretty easy. The Outside Royalty had six people. Their lead singer played guitar. They had a violinist and a cellist who switched to piano duties. They had organ-style keys, as well as the usual compliment of bass and drums. They were quirky, like the lovechild of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Arcade Fire that’s been raised by a Beach Boy who made it listen to Talking Heads and Bowie. They have a singer-songwriter feel to their material, only louder, less self-indulgent, and effortless to listen to. The use of violin and cello was truly excellent throughout their extraordinary set.
They were surprising at times, adding 70s funk and punk references to toe-tapping, hook-laden compositions. There’s a little tongue-in-cheek Electric Six style dance to them as well. They already have some future classics in their magnificent repertoire. Songs like ‘Voice Beneath the Rubble’ and ‘A Lightbulb Turning Off’ put almost anything on MTV to shame.
They were truly outstanding, and capped off another notable night for Club COG. I’m off to declare myself Pope so I can decree stuff too. I’m going to base my calendars on gratuitous photos of Kylie’s arse. That’s well-noted Aussie chef Kylie Kwang. Even with a Holy sign of approval, it won’t sell well. Until next time.
They were surprising at times, adding 70s funk and punk references to toe-tapping, hook-laden compositions. There’s a little tongue-in-cheek Electric Six style dance to them as well. They already have some future classics in their magnificent repertoire. Songs like ‘Voice Beneath the Rubble’ and ‘A Lightbulb Turning Off’ put almost anything on MTV to shame.
They were truly outstanding, and capped off another notable night for Club COG. I’m off to declare myself Pope so I can decree stuff too. I’m going to base my calendars on gratuitous photos of Kylie’s arse. That’s well-noted Aussie chef Kylie Kwang. Even with a Holy sign of approval, it won’t sell well. Until next time.