It seems to be the time for nostalgia tours. I’m personally relishing the chance to see so many of my favourite acts of the ‘90s doing their thing. Hot on the heels of Alanis Morissette’s outstanding show, I found myself heading to Sydney once again to catch Boyz II Men and TLC, or at least what remained of these ‘90s acts, at The Star.

Yo! Mafia seemed a strange choice for an opener on paper. I couldn’t imagine a DJ would be the right choice for a concert with allocated seating. So much so that I regretfully didn’t rush my dinner to see the start of her act. But she’s some DJ. Supreme transitions and such cleverness in weaving together the ‘90s music and TV show snippets we all loved. The big screen added some visual appeal to her set which proved to be just the right entrée for our night.

Boyz II Men and TLC were such acclaimed ‘90s acts that they shared headlining rights on this bill, switching up the order each night to keep us guessing. The lads from Philly were on first, much to the excitement of my Philadelphia-born and raised husband. These guys were heroes for him growing up, and it’s been a while since I saw him so animated at a show. They’re a three-piece now, but aside from missing those iconic sexy speaking parts in a few songs they’ve really lost nothing. Except, as Wanye joked, his hair. But their boy band moves are right on point, and those voices utterly sublime. Individually, Wanye, Nate, and Shawn have some of the best soul voices in the business. Put them together though, and those harmonies are off the charts.
Watching their set, I was reminded just how dominant Boyz II Men were in the ‘90s. We sang along with hit after hit, although none garnered the rapturous reactions of “I’ll Make Love To You” and “End of the Road.” There were a few surprises too, from the rare inclusion of one of my favourites, “Doin’ Just Fine” to a string of notable covers. I never imagined we’d see Shawn and Nate playing guitars, or that I’d hear the vocal trio busting out tracks like “Are You Gonna Go My Way” and “Come Together.” Moments like these are why live gigs are so exciting. Speaking of covers, I was a little disappointed to hear nothing from Boyz II Men’s latest album Under the Streetlight, the 2017 release which sees them paying tribute to early soul music. However, it’s hard to find too much fault in a set with so much heart.

Boyz II Men were the drawcard on the bill for me, so in a way it was a little bit of an anticlimax to see them first. But TLC certainly gave us a spectacular, with dancers and projections on the big screen. The remaining members, T-Boz and Chili, are also still at the top of their game. While their vocals have never been as stratospheric as Boyz II Men’s, they sounded tight. They’re also still a creative force; recent releases “Way Back” and “Haters” went down just as easily as any of the earlier material the crowd lapped up. I was moved to my feet along with everyone else when they busted out big guns like “Waterfalls” and “No Scrubs.” I might not have been in raptures over TLC, the way I was with Boyz II Men, but they certainly impressed me.
The ‘90s might be long gone, but it’s exciting that through gigs like this we can all go back for just a little while.
Boyz II Men and TLC play Rochford Wines in the Yarra Valley tonight.
Image source: Stephen Katulka




Young MC kicked off proceedings, he of “Bust a Move” fame. I didn’t expect a lot from Young MC, to be honest, but he proved a real surprise package. He’s put on more than a few kgs since the 90s, but he still performs with great enthusiasm. He’s clearly loved his time in Australia; his Blues State of Origin jersey and his unexpected cover of “Beds are Burning” showed the affection he has for the country. “Bust a Move” got us all grooving, just as we knew it would. His rapid-fire rapping at the end was a parting reminder that Young MC has more talent than the average one-hit wonder.
Tone Loc couldn’t quite live up to his superlative introduction in my eyes. The big hits like “Wild Thing” and “Funky Cold Medina” were good fun, but Young MC had set such a high bar. Tone was certainly solid, and the moment when he brought some hot young things on stage to dance along with him a real highlight. Maybe I was just feeling a lull as I waited for Color Me Badd to take the stage.
Color Me Badd were one of my favourite “boy bands” of the 90s. The songs, the moves, the harmonies … well, they’ve got two out of three of them now. When I saw the set times earlier in the week, I was gutted that Color Me Badd got just 15 minutes on stage. However, even that dragged for me. This was a set that left me with so many questions. When did they shrink from a five-piece to a three-piece? Where did my favourite, Sam Watters, go? Did they really think no one would notice if they switched out one black guy with another? When did Bryan Abrams balloon and then decide he wasn’t going to do the choreography any more? Honestly, it was all a bit painful. Bryan wandered around aimlessly, singing just always slightly out of the pocket, while the other guys from the band danced around him. They delivered the big three songs – “I Wanna Sex You Up,” “All 4 Love,” and “I Adore Mi Amore” – but as a fan from way back when, I wish they’d given us “Choose” instead of “Blame it on the Boogie.” When you feel you have to rely on covers to fill a 15-minute slot, it’s a bit sad.
Coolio brought things back on track. I was never a massive fan back in the day, but he totally charmed me. He was such a giving performer, left of center but entertaining from start to finish. “C U When U Get There,” which he dedicated to the memory of so many figures we’ve lost like Prince, Muhammad Ali, Aliyah, and Whitney Houston, was so special. “Gangsta’s Paradise” had us all in raptures. I rose to my feet to applaud him off, so impressed was I with his set.
Salt-N-Pepa were another big drawcard for me and, unlike Color Me Badd, they delivered. Those women have lost nothing over the years. They sound phenomenal, they look the business, and they know just how to move. They also still travel with such good looking backing dancers. Their abs, my god. Thanks for that ladies! As a woman growing up at a certain time, Salt N Pepa have a huge part of my heart. They taught me a different way that women could be, so confident and unapologetic. Finally seeing them live, and seeing them still at the top of their game, it really made the night for me.
I had long questioned the decision for Vanilla Ice to headline, and I did so again after Salt-N-Pepa performed so phenomenally. What on earth could he do that would top them? Would this show limp home? I’m going to say the show limped home, because I was sort of entertained, but in that sort of car crash way. He spent the first few “songs” freestyling about being in Sydney, teasing us with references to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Ice Ice Baby. A good rapper can freestyle and have you in the palm of their hand. But Vanilla Ice, well, it just sort of felt like he was filling up a set. I won’t say I wasn’t bemused by his talk of what he got up to in the 90s, including some R. Kelly inspired sexual encounters. But then there were weird trance-dance passages that just felt like noise. I considered leaving, but I don’t think you can skip out on Vanilla Ice without hearing “Ice Ice Baby.” It was far from a perfect rendition. His voice was never strong, but it’s gotten much rougher over the years, and that detracted. But you’d be lying if you said you don’t enjoy that song. That big single should have been his swan song, but he continued on afterwards. Needless to say, I didn’t stick around to find out how long. It’s a long way back from Homebush to the Central Coast, and I’d seen what I came to see.
Dance music fans are in for a treat this November when the Mystery Mark festival makes its debut in Sydney.
Rob downsized his band to a trio and delivered stripped back versions of songs, ensuring their lyrics came to the fore. It was so exciting to hear a new complexion to upbeat tracks I’d heard a couple of nights before like “This Is How a Heart Breaks” and “Lonely No More.” I also loved the chance to hear the songs that didn’t make Wednesday night’s performance. “Heaven Help Me” from The Great Unknown probably would have been lost in the electric set, but it was perfect for this more intimate evening. “Sunday Morning, New York Blue,” a track lifted not from an album but the Someday EP, was another welcome new addition.
Anyone who’s read this blog for a while knows I love an acoustic show. Jumping around and dancing to a band turned up to 11 is a blast, but it rarely moves me as much as sitting down listening to songs stripped back to their core. Add in personal stories about the origin of those songs and I’m sold. I’ve seen Rob Thomas perform many times, and I’m sure I’ll see him many more, but Friday night’s acoustic show is the one that will stand out from the rest. It was perfection.