The Gin Club’s nominal frontman, Ben Salter, is trying to give up his between-song speaking duties. It’s the product, he says, of making the new live album that they’re about to release. “I realised after listening to all those live shows,” he says. “That I just talk too bloody much.”
However, his bandmates, talented though they are, just don’t have the same knack for effortless banter, and Salter’s attempts to coax each of them into saying something between tunes prove amusingly counter-productive.
Founding Swedish member but recent absentee Ola Karlsson makes an appearance for the first time in what seems an age and it’s a delight to once again hear his contributions in the live setting, especially the maudlin sea shanty Abigail. Brad Pickersgill also jumps on stage to take a turn with The Fall and Coming Round.
But for mine, the night’s goosebumps moment is when Bridget Lewis takes a turn at the front for the amusingly titled but deadly serious Milli Vanilli: a tribute (or warning) to living in flood-prone areas. It’s sparse solemnity, combined with the simplicity of Lewis’s rhyming couplets, is a stark and doleful reminder of the water-borne destruction that struck Brisbane not-so-long ago.
Fences falcon favourite toys
All these things have been destroyed
And the odd title?
You can blame it on the rain
That’s been tried before in vain
If you live beside the bank
Guess you’ve got yourselves to thank