KID KOALA/ ADIRA AMRAM AND THE EXPERIENCE,
Scala, London 22/2/13
My plus one keeps asking where the panda is. She's a bit drunk. There
is a man behind us who looks like Garth from Wayne's World. It's trying
to snow outside. Again. She just ate a burrito that looked baby poo.
We are laughing. A lot. It was always going to be that kind of evening,
even without the cocktails and bottle of wine. After the first DJ
steps off stage, there is a burst of dry ice and a small robot enters
to the left. He is carrying a miniature turntable. The crowd go a
bit mental. The robot takes off his head. Underneath there is a little
Canadian man called Eric San. This is Kid Koala. My plus one asks
where the panda is again. Eric, cute as a button, then introduces
Adira Amram and The Experience, sweetly and with just a hint of mischief:
'this is an act I saw in New York a few years ago '.
And with such a subtle introduction, those who have not seen Ms Amram
and her backing dancers before (i.e. me and my mate) could be forgiven
to being a bit overwhelmed at first. Swathed in a black hoody and
joggers, it becomes more apparent how much this young woman is inspired
by Peaches when two women dressed in lycra slink out of the wings
and pull off her baggy outfit to reveal she is also wearing a uni-tard
and glittery sweatbands. We are standing at the front and they all
nearly kick me in the head at one point or another. Billed by others
as a 'comedy musical workout', this description is something of a
cop-out. Yes, there are dance moves that we are encouraged to follow
and the cardio output is significantly raised (part through exertion,
part through fear) but the level of entertainment is far greater than
three women jumping around the stage in skin-tight outfits. Though
Peaches has done the slutty electro thing better, she didn't have
a burger kazoo and, as Adira instructs The Experience to crowd surf
over Scala before manifesting at the back of the room with a parade
of light-up umbrellas- led again by Mr Koala- it is plain to see why
the blokes behind us know every word she is giving us. With a cult-like
appeal, there is rapping, there are hip-hop beats, there are smiles
from ear to ear. And a song about fingering. Why not, eh?
And the party is definitely started by the time that the little Canadian
appears again. Here to promote his latest album '12 bit blues', it
is unsurprising that the set begins and largely continues with some
slashing and scratching of, er, blues records. At first, however,
the atmosphere is quite static: there are two screens in which we
can watch what his hands are doing and he stands there doing his thing.
He plays some Outkast and White Stripes and the hero-worshipping commences
but there is still something lacking. Perhaps after the unhinged energy
preceding him, there needs to be some sort of stage show. Perhaps
the crowd know what is about to occur. Like DJ Yoda and Mr Scruff
bring their show alive with visuals, Kid Koala goes one better, as
his visuals are live (and still doing the high kicks). Cue the return
of The Experience, along with puppets, burlesque-inspired naughtiness
and extreme audience participation as a conga winds its way through
the venue. Kid Koala's old vinyl remixes are the perfect backdrop
to antics of a gloriously bonkers nature. Though he doesn't dress
as a panda at any point, he does don a koala outfit. The plus one
says that we must have more random nights out like this soon. I completely
agree. When I mentioned it to the people at work over lunch, they
became more convinced that I am a product of hallucinogens. If only.
Anna C
Thanks to Rhyna and co for sorting this evening.