Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Gig Review: Ladyhawke, ANU Bar, 11th Nov 09



Image from here.

Australia likes stealing things from New Zealand, and claiming them as their own. Like Russell Crowe, before the unfortunate telephone-gate incident. And in that great tradition, I hereby want to claim Ladyhawke for Oz.

And maybe she wouldn’t mind (fingers crossed, otherwise my kidnapping plan is going to go horribly awry). Playing in Canberra last night for the first time – the nation’s capital – Ladyhawke was obviously pleased with our sexy-librarian city. Or, at the very least, pleasantly surprised that anyone came to see her at all.

The pint-sized performer, otherwise known as Pip Brown, was consistently self-effacing. She thanked the audience for their applause after every song, and apologised for having to leave the stage before playing an encore, saying she felt “lame.”

Ladyhawke’s act was fun and upbeat, and by the final song, ‘My Delirium,’ the front of the stage went wild. While Ladyhawke doesn’t have quite the same electric performance style another Australian (and yes, Ladyhawke is now Australian. I decree it. Just ignore that Kiwi accent) pop-rock darling, Patience Hodgson, she is still engaging and fun to watch. She is, however, slightly TOO shy and bashful on stage. It’ll be interesting to see how she grows as a performer, as well as musician, over the next few years.

The best thing about Ladyhawke’s gig was simply that her music is really, ridiculously catchy. Every song feels like a pop hit from the 80s – and I mean that in the best way possible. It never feels over-the-top or unoriginal, and it’s clear that Ladyhawke is all about the music. When she becomes a bit more about the performance, too, the dance floor will be burning like Paris.


Melissa

P.S. I have saved this point for an addendum, at the risk of ruing my credibility, but… Did anyone else notice that Ladyhawke’s band comprised of the most attractive males this side of the equator?! Just sayin’. If one were to tire of watching Miss Brown, there was plenty else to look at. And with that typical-teen boy-crazy remark, I bid you adieu.