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Mary Trembles @ The Hi-Fi

September 14th, 2009

Date: August 8, 2009
Venue: The Hi-Fi, Brisbane
Artists: Mary Trembles, Drawn From Bees

I seem to have turned into some sort of Drawn From Bees mini-stalker, having seen them at least four times in just a couple of months. Chalk this one up as number five or something. The setlist mirrors previous gigs nearly exactly, but the boys are in good form. It’s a pity the Hi-Fi acoustics aren’t playing nice though — nasty amounts of echo and fuzz make a mess of half of Waiting For The End until Dan pulls the vocals back into shape at the end. They debut one song among the half dozen or so they burn through — Cables In The Sky — and it’s a corker, but frankly I expected a couple more new tunes considering they’ve just been in the recording studio.

If DFB’s mix seemed bad at times, Mary Trembles cop it even worse — it’s as though someone put a bullet through the treble controls on the sound desk. Thus the confused crowd is “treated” to the bizzare and totally unsatisfactory experience of hearing Scene From Below and several other fine Mary Trembles tunes in a new, radical bass-only format.  Sanity is only restored when one perturbed punter screams at Skritch to turn up his “fucking guitar”. The tool at the mixing desk obviously finally gets the picture, because from that point the acoustics improve enormously.

Normality restored, the band churn out a slew of chunky tunes from last year’s long player Borrowed Ear, Borrowed Eyes — none finer than Eating Through The Debauchery. Skritch’s angry-screamy singing is, as usual, completely at odds with his wolfish grin and dapper, waistcoated outfit.  And I’m, again, struck by how fluidly he moves. It’s neither a prowl, nor a strut, but he’s rarely completly still — and the visual dynamic is a wonderful complement to the sonic aggression. Early issues aside, a strong performance from an outfit that has turned over two-thirds of its personnel since the beginning of the year.

Live Spark @ Brisbane Powerhouse

Date: June 28, 2009
Venue: Brisbane Powerhouse
Acts: Strange Attractors, Drawn From Bees

The bill for this gig probably ought to have been reversed. Strange Attractors who? Maybe I’m just not with the cool kids clique these days. The plus is that their straight-from-the-sixties Stones-inspired sound that’s full of a ridiculous number of male harmonies proves quite arresting.  It’s good fun. The minus — a minus primarily for the band, rather than the listener — is the back-of-the-mind feeling that it’s all a bit niche. And in terms of stagecraft, they’re virtually sessile.

Even on the spacious Turbine Room stage, they manage to looked awkward and cramped up. It makes composition difficult, and a weird dim spot in centre stage doesn’t make it any easier to get usable shots.

Drawn From Bees, on the other hand, prove far easier to shoot — a fact aided by familiarity and better lighting.  I’m also enjoying these guys more and more — both live and on album.  Waiting For The End, in particular, is an exceptional tune — its psychedelic melancholy could have come straight from the Vietnam War era.

Drawn From Bees @ The Troubadour

Date: June 26, 2009
Venue: The Troubadour
Acts: Drawn From Bees, Only The Sea Slugs, Ball Park Music

The poppy, youthful innocence that local six-piece Ball Park Music exudes proves the perfect antidote for a rainy, miserable Friday night. The pure boy-girl harmonies of Samuel Cromack and Jennifer Boyce are instantly appealing, while jangly guitar hooks are nicely rounded by lashings of keys and trombone. Bright and joyous, they bounce along - seemingly without effort. It’s the early comers’ loss that nearly all are determined to be wallflowers.

Sydneysiders Only The Sea Slugs, perhaps inspired by their namesakes, serve up a musical melange that’s altogether more meandering. Soft psychedelic guitars, redolent of the atmospherics of The Church, evolve and transition at a pace marginally faster than glacial. Not that it’s ambient, but this drifty shoegaze style orchestrated by the lead guitarist-vocalist invites introspection. Thus it’s more than a surprise when nearly half-a-dozen punters spring up to dance their way through the last few tunes. Take that, genre stereotyping. Read more