Archive for February, 2011

The best $10 gig so far…
February 28, 2011

There was a festival in Mornington Peninsula on Saturday, and it made me muse on the fact that if Buzz Magazine was still around, I probably would have been sent on assignment, and would have seen Dave McCormack play something billed in an interview in Beat as a ‘family friendly’ set.  I may even have been offered an interview, although if the stories the editor told me are true, David might still hold a grudge against the paper for printing the headline ‘Custard Thickens.’

David McCormack and the Polaroids,
The Toff In Town, Melbourne, February 27, 2011

Luckily, I wasn’t made to face my fear of driving distances to the festival, since I’d noticed a slip of an advertisment at the bottom of a page in the paper for a show at the Toff on Sunday.  Although I was dubious of the venue’s usual cabaret-style seating for a gig, for a ten dollar entry fee for the front-man of my all-time favourite Australian band seemed like a no-brainer.

I arrived part way into the second support band, Trevor Ludlow and the Hellraisers, but I hadn’t been watching them from the bar for long when my attention was drawn away from the band by someone shouting remarks about their playing and music at the stage.  I quickly found the source of the comments sitting at a table near the mixing deck.  Mr David McCormack himself, sharing private jokes across the room with the band on stage, trying to keep straight faces.

They seemed like a pretty good band, playing a laid back kind of rock and roll, finishing on an instrumental number that they aptly compared to The Munsters theme, if they had made a surf film.

Once they’d finished, I grabbed a couple of drinks and took a place at a table at the front of the stage, joined by someone I would later learn to be a part of some kind of concert bootlegging ring.  It wasn’t long until, without fanfare, Dave and his band started setting up on stage.  It was while they were still setting up, in fact, that David introduced himself, and started playing Under Your Thumb from the current album.  It was this early on that Dave and his band started to get their first laughs.  I’ve never really found the comedy in musical comedy, but I got a few laughs out of the gig, without wishing they’d just hurry up and play more songs like I usually do.

As well as some old Custard classics, it was good to finally hear the songs from the Polaroids albums live.  A highlight was an extended version of Living Under The Flight Path… played, at Mr McCormack’s request, with all the stage lights off, no houselights, and, after stepping off the stage and into the audience, without even the light of the candles on the tables, which he systematically blew out, before sitting with me at the table to play a verse.

The new pianist, some guy called Brian, seems a welcome addition to the band, and David pointed out Brian’s obvious talent – along with the fact the pair had only met hours earlier – several times throughout the set.  He proved his skill during an extended piano solo during If I Put An AVO Out On You… which turned into a protracted jam session, twisting the song in unexpected ways.

It has been over ten years since I saw my last Custard gig – their final in Melbourne at St Kilda Festival – and it was good to hear those songs live again.  I hope it won’t be so long between drinks next time.

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Make It Loud…
February 2, 2011

Some gigs turn out exactly how one expects, and are fantastic because of it, especially when it is someone who doesn’t swing by the local venues all that often.  Fans (at least, if there are any others like me) spend years listening to the artists’ albums, developing an imaginary setlist for when the tour finally makes it to their city.  The risk here is that if the real life show doesn’t conform to the high standards of the imagination, one might be let down.

And so it is with Andrew W.K.  I’d skipped his combination lecture/concert in 2007 at the Toff, since I’m not a fan of the whole spoken word show thing, and I’d heard rumours that he not only took to the stage alone to a back up tape, but that the tape didn’t even have the lyrics removed, karaoke style.  The rumours were reportedly true, though the reports of it nevertheless being a night to remember, with most of the audience winding up on stage by the end of the show, and leaving me wondering if I’d made the right decision.

And, of course, the image of the pretend concert in my mind is still all I had: The band would emerge on stage without ceremony, unclear whether they are just roadies tuning the instruments until their free-form sound starts to resemble something familiar… the dynamic build up that is Victory Strikes Again, with the audience chanting ‘This is why we are alive!’ until Andrew W.K. himself bounds onto the stage just in time to shout along with the audience, ‘This is why we love to live our lives!’

Andrew W.K.,
The HiFi Bar, Melbourne, January 29, 2011

Even if the show hadn’t opened exactly how I had fantasised, it was still a good night.  I arrived to an already packed floor, and contended with more of a throng waiting at the bar than any kind of queue, and was just able to collect a pair of bourbon mixers and a bottle of water before a modest applause from the crowd in the sunken dance floor indicated some action on stage.  The band were starting, and as I waded through the more conservative in the back, the earlier applause was topped by a roar as Cherie Lily, Andrew W.K.’s Party Hard girl wife appeared on stage, uniting the entire pit in a fist-pounding acompaniment to the instrumental opening.  I passed beneath the air-punching to the front of the stage just in time to see Andrew W.K. headbang across the short stage to the central piano.  He held out a hand to the audience, managing to settle the excited crowd only slightly, before inciting them into further intensity by launching loudly into It’s Time To Party.

Up close, those famous whites aren’t quite so white, but it answers a question I have had for a while – how would you keep a white uniform clean when partying professionally?  I know I couldn’t.  And I guess Andrew W.K. can’t keep them so pristine either.  But who cares?  And who cares that the show didn’t open according to my plan?  I was impressed anyway.  Things like Party Hard girls can go either way, but in this case, it worked.  Even some of the lesser known songs from the notoriously hard to come by Close Calls with Brick Walls were perfect material for bouncing along to, even if all we could shout along was nonsense, and the catch phrases this artist gave us.

‘Party hard!’ and ‘Get wet!’ could be heard hollered, chanted and shouted from every corner of the room to fill all of the fleeting moments of quiet on stage (although realistically those moments were really only ‘less loud.’)

The show maintained breakneck speed throughout, though nobody – at least, no one in the front rows – seemed to tire.  How could we, when we had Andrew W.K. literally on top of us?  The energy was high from the beginning of the show to the final pounding intonations of closer Party Hard, and was even ongoing as hoards of sweaty kids spilled into the surrounding convenience stores to rehydrate before the afterParty.  I know it is still early days, but this gig is going to provide some serious competition for show of the year.