We’ve all got expectations when we step inside a venue to see a live band. When we’re lucky, they’re met. When we’re really lucky, they’re exceeded. And when the act falls short, it’s bitterly disappointing. I felt a little of all these emotions when I headed to Sydney’s Entertainment Centre on Wednesday to catch the big 80s double bill of Icehouse and Hall and Oates.
It’s amazing that way that a band can get under your skin without you really noticing. I thought Icehouse would be good to see, but I didn’t expect to be swept away by them. But after just a few bars of “We Can Get Together,” I pumping my fists and singing along in full voice. The band started strong and didn’t take their foot off the gas pedal. The years have not wearied them, but the addition of young singer-songwriter Michael Paynter has given them a youthful injection. Hearing him take the bulk of the vocals on “Man of Colours” was one of the set’s real highlights. I also loved the souped up version of “Miss Divine,” one of those childhood favourites I’d all but forgotten. We were given a little early Oates when John stepped out to play along with “Electric Blue,” the song he cowrote all those years ago. And no Aussie could be unmoved in a crowd singing along to “Great Southern Land.”
After such a great set from Icehouse I was pumped up for an incredible show. However quickly I became deflated. Hall and Oates were performing “Maneater” and I should have been swept away, but it wasn’t. The sound was a mess. Where was that crisp audio Icehouse enjoyed? When you’ve got eight musicians up on stage this needs to be spot on, or else it becomes jumbled. So many squeaking microphones is unforgivable at a concert of this calibre. The sound seemed to distract the band a bit; for the first few songs I noticed Daryl Hall gesturing to turn this up or this down. Things settled somewhat, but the music never sounded as good as it did for the support.
But the show’s sound wasn’t the only disappointment. Sadly for much of the set it seemed Hall and Oates were merely going through the motions. Daryl commented before “She’s Gone” that it was one of the few songs that still feels great after so many outings. His passion for that number showed. Earlier in the night I wondered whether he still had his voice, as notes were shortened and phrasing lazy. “She’s Gone” showed it’s all still there when he wants to use it. It just seems most of the time he can’t be bothered.
It seems many of Hall and Oates don’t feel as good to Darryl Hall now. He delivered them by the numbers, without the fire and passion laid down on the original recordings. He gave us everything in some numbers. “Sara Smile” sounded as fresh as a daisy, and the extended jam on “I Can’t Go For That” was magic. I was dancing up a storm come “You Make My Dreams Come True.” Yet “Maneater,” “Out of Touch,” “Adult Education” and countless others were only half baked. To be fair Oates did his part admirably, but this band has always been the Daryl Hall show, and if he’s not on the experience is lacklustre.
A night with the songs of Hall and Oates is never a bad time. They’ve written some of the world’s best soul pop numbers, and they’re always enjoyable. I was also impressed that all of those big hits were represented. It was one of the best set lists I’ve ever witnessed on paper. However the glimpses of brilliance only made me ache for the show that might have been.
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I’ve been casually following Georgia Fair’s career for the last couple of years now, and I was thrilled to see how much they’ve grown. The banter with the crowd still feels a bit stilted, but all that awkwardness melts away once the music starts. The lads complement one another so beautifully, both with their instruments and their voices, and it’s a pleasure to witness. I can’t recall observing a crowd so hushed during a support act’s set in some time.
After releasing a couple of EPs,
I expected the kind of merry Christmas and happy New Year that all the greeting cards tell us everyone receives, but I didn’t get it this festive season. On December 25 my Grandma had a bad fall, which led to her admission to hospital the day later. Also on Boxing Day my Mam, my mum’s stepmother, found herself in hospital too. While Grandma’s still resting up, Mam passed away. We had her funeral yesterday. Consequently the season which is ordinarily so festive was stressful and sad.
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Before the rock veterans graced the stage we were treated by a set by The Break. Psychedelic surf music is an unusual entrée for some pub rock, but the skill of these musicians made it a tasty treat. The Break features members of Midnight Oil who spoke fondly of their love of our city. That sort of flattery helped win over the crowd, who listened attentively to the drum-heavy instrumental tracks.
While the crowd appreciated The Break, the excitement went up a notch when Cold Chisel took to the stage. It was sad at first to look out and see someone else sitting in Steve Prestwich’s chair, but new drummer Charley Drayton settled into his very big shoes. He slotted in seamlessly, helping original members Jimmy Barnes, Ian Moss, Phil Small, and Don Walker belt out hit after hit. We knew the lyrics to all the songs and sang along enthusiastically.
Where has the time gone? A week has passed, yet it seems like only yesterday I was settling myself in at Allphones Arena to catch living legend
Of course with several hours to play with the hits were represented too. I was thrilled to see “Jolene” trotted out only a few songs in, and ecstatic to hear her end with the Holy Trinity of “Islands in the Stream,” “Nine to Five,” and “I Will Always Love You.” Her backup singer is no Kenny Rogers, but we were so thrilled to hear the duet that it mattered not. I also relished a few songs that I didn’t know before, especially “Coat of Many Colours” and her stunning a capella version of “Little Sparrow.”
With my belly full of salt and pepper squid and succulent pork belly I was ready to listen to the sweet sounds of local talent Jacob Pearson. I’d heard a lot of buzz about this youngster, and was thrilled to experience him first hand. His voice sat somewhere between Jeff Buckley and Howie Day, although his tunes reminded me more of John Mayer in his early coffee house days. Just like Mayer he’s a dab hand at the guitar, and the ukulele as well. He told us the way Rai Thistlewayte’s music had influenced him early in his career, and it reminded me how young he was. He seems much more seasoned than his years would suggest. He’s cute too; with the right exposure he could definitely be the next big thing. It’s a shame too many people chatted through his set because it was something special.
That feeling of witnessing something rare and precious continued as Rai took to the stage. He seemed to revel in these intimate surroundings, which were perfect for road testing new material and treating us to some of his favourite Thirsty Merc cuts. While singles were represented, the setting also gave Rai the opportunity to play his some of those album tracks that didn’t hit the charts. Personally I preferred these; I still don’t think I’m over the mass saturation of airplay “20 Good Reasons” received. The superb new tunes definitely have me excited about the next album. In this intimate setting with the hushed crowd I could focus on every lyric and every note and really take them in. Rai chatted easily with us, telling us about his recent songwriting trips and the tours he’s been taking. Lizotte’s facilitates that kind of show experience, the breaking down of the barrier between artist and audience. He encouraged us to get to our feet for a stomping new number and to sing along loudly with “In the Summertime.”
All too often I get excited about an album on the strength of its single, before discovering the long player doesn’t live up to the hype. It’s much rarer to find a disc that makes me appreciate the artist even more than I did before, but I found it with