SUPERFOOD/ BLISSEYES/ MINING FOR GOLD
Portland Arms, Cambridge 1/10/13
I feel like I have sold my soul to the devil. I have been AWOL from
my life since starting my latest job. So this gig is principally an
exercise in getting my life back. Pint in hand. Cruel and judgmental
personality still intact. Its just like old times, except the
Portland Arms now has a proper band room (yes, thats really
how long its been since Ive written a live review in Cambridge).
And, as I arrive, Mining For Gold are already on stage. I learn later
that they are a local trio, students in this fair city. So its
justified that my first thought is that theyre a bit ropey and
look a bit scared, because, er, they probably are. Apart from the
lead singer whos doing a lot of posturing, the rest of the band
takes a while to warm up though they do become more animated as the
set progresses. I still dont remember much about their music.
They play guitar rock, nothing more, nothing less. Three men and their
instruments, playing them. The end.
Whereas Blisseyes are far more camp and a whole lot more pretentious.
They seem to want to look awkward, even if they dont feel it.
Musically sounding like something out of Ian Curtis failed audition
for X Factor, the singer wails in slow motion and glances to the ceiling
as if to say why me? Why me, indeed. But seriously, this
quartet (again from the regional talent bank) call themselves artpop,
which I gather is interpreted as heavy on the reverb,
and play music so scene, I was just waiting to shout cut!
They sound better on record (well done, Matty Moon) but when they
start chanting nobodys going to save you, I decide
to leg it. The guitarists hair was also fairly offensive. Im
sorry. Thats just the way it is.
Headline act, Superfood are also super young. To the extent that I
feel a bit weird watching them. Though the Midlands-based foursomes
music is wholeheartedly energetic pop, again, their stage show leaves
a little to be desired. The bass player looks like a slapped arse,
for example. We start thinking that when she turns to face the drummer,
leaving us just looking at a sheet of hair, that she is manically
grinning before turning back to the audience with a pout. Zzzz. It
just seems a bit amateur, despite their presently hyped status. Reminding
me a bit of Menswear, I dont really get the Pavement reference
that advertised the gig because Superfood play catchy little ditties
with nice little harmonies; I dont really know what about because
I wasnt, truth be told, that interested after all. In fact,
I felt a bit duped because one of their songs sounded like Weezer
on record, whereas this is a band that, in reality, hark back to the
Britpop era, warts and all. Regardless, they have still been supporting
Peace, Drenge and all of the other bands that you should be liking
at the moment. I just dont appreciate it because its all
been done. There were a number of kids in really bad 80s jumpers afterwards
that I just wanted to shake. Am I getting too old for this? Probably.