LAURA FRANCES
It is fucking hot tonight and so spending the evening in a basement bar no bigger than my bedroom with around thirty people whilst sweating profusely wouldn’t be my first choice of activities. If it weren’t for the live music then I wouldn’t be here, and so it surprises me when people are downstairs talking the whole way through Laura’s set. It’s just rude, she can see you doing it and for me it ruins her performance. Too often tonight she is forceful with her vocals, trying desperately to silence the huddle but, in doing so, not singing with the comfortable grace that left me throwing compliments her way a couple of weeks back.
Laura knows nine chords apparently. I was wrong last time but not one of them can make enough noise to drown out the crowd and tonight she doesn’t appear happy on stage. I don’t wish to write a bad review for Laura as the crowd being as unreceptive as they were was in no way her fault, but tonight wasn’t her best night.
http://www.myspace.com/laurafrancesmusicMOMERATHS
Momeraths are a revelation. They sound like Sunday barbeque music, the kind that your little nephew and gran would both love. Paulo on vocals sounds like a young Morrissey and could easily have found his way into any number of awful Libertine-imitation bands, but instead fronts a band that sound like a mixture of the best parts of The Kooks, Dodgy and the new wave of twee anti-folk bands.
This little faux living room setting is perfect for this band; they have something distinctly old-fashioned about them. Smiling throughout their set and laughing when someone hits a bum note, they seem genuinely happy to be playing for this, now distinctly thinned, crowd. The only thing that matters for bands of this ilk though is whether they have a big single and theirs is The Boyfriend Song; a stand-out song from a stand-out performance. Go discover this band in one of these tiny venues that are in equal need of discovering too.
http://www.myspace.com/wherethemomerathsgo
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