When heading to a live show, you can never tell how it’s going to go, especially when it’s the last day of a back to back 5 day tour across the country. Will the energy and passion still prevail after 5 days and nights of living in each others pockets? Or did a niggle turn in to an insurmountable arguement where everyone is dreading the journey home. Thankfully, I needn’t have worried! Energy levels were through the roof, and everyone was smiling and joking around. Phew!
I was delayed getting to the venue so I unfortunately missed the very talented Míde Houlihan. Her style is acoustic/folk/indie mixed in with a bit of craic. She’s the perfect mix of Lisa Hannigan’s haunting vocals, a wax lyrical Regina Spektor and sock puppets. True story.
I arrived to catch the tail end of Brass Phantoms who are a Dublin based indie band reminiscent of The Strokes and Arctic Monkeys. I liked what I heard, and have since listened to their other offerings on their bandcamp page. Check them out.
Up next was Transmission Club, and in all honesty, I was not prepared for the level of sheer sexual energy oozing from their pores. Between vocalist Michael kissing my cheek saying he wants me (!), Keyboard wizard Arthur taking his clothes off, masks for the audience, chats about naked baths, and a gargantuan rock out at the end of their set; the sweat-box that was upstairs in the Workman’s felt an awful lot hotter. I, and others around me, was an instant fan.
Up next was the top billed White-Line Fever. The room filled that little bit more as the lads sound checked. Breaking into song, there was an instant stage presence. Making it look like they had been doing this for years, they pulled us all together with lyrics and melodies binding us ear to ear. Onlookers sat on the floor gazing up in a mixture of smiles and awe. It may have been cooler in temperature on the floor, but the coolness was definitely coming from the stage. The hat worn by front-man Ali just made it that little bit cooler too!
Calling other band members on stage for the final blowout was inevitable – last day of tour, last song (The Wisdonm of Sage, epic tunage!), last chance to go nuts. And go nuts they did. I was reminded of Pearl Jam unplugged at one point when frontman Ali used his guitar to hit the cymbal. I was already smiling, but I smiled more.
A thoroughly enjoyable night, filled with very memorable moments both for the bands and audience alike. With more ‘surprises in store’ from the White-Line Fever boys later this year, I’m starting to look forward to the next half of 2015.
White-Line Fever set list was:
Intro, Queyd Pro Qua, Lordship & Bondage, Sirens in the Distance, I See Icy Figures, The Wisdom of Sage.
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