Sweat, sweat and more sweat; a basic summary of my night at the Wavves gig.
The night kicked off with the almighty power trio Wet Lips. Giving us their version of up-tempo surf-punk with a refreshing version of Aussie accented vocals and lyrical content; their performance was very concerned with the local happenings around Melbourne’s very own Fitzroy. Drenched in attitude and a whole lot of grunge, Wet Lips delivered in rearing the crowd up for the night to come; a nice opener for a male lead bill.
Next up was The Babe Rainbow and their Tame Impala-esque, folk disco. Think a power trio of the ‘70s, and you might dream up the old era type collective. Decked out in ‘70s attire and performing Beach Boys inspired solos reminiscent of Hawaii Five-0, the band were brilliant; musically delivering on all fronts and demonstrating their musicianship to a tee. It was especially refreshing to see the drummer act as the lead singer in a Phil Collins type vein. Their song arrangement was irregular and deviated from the standard functioning of verse, chorus, bridge structure, rather focusing on the extended guitar and drum solos for majority of their set. This provided an endless length of beachy-surf beats for the crowd to dance to. Improvisation within their set was evident too, which was extremely nice to see and just pertains to their musical abilities even more. Furthermore, the artists kept on-stage banter to a minimum; giving us the music we came there to see.
Finally in true punk-like manner, the moment Wavves graced the stage limbs began to fly, heads whipped back and forth and bodies were thrown in every direction. Playing a broad range of songs from their older catalogue alongside their newest album, Wavves gave the crowd exactly what they wanted to see; a large quantity of #NoFucksGiven. Stylistically, the band portrayed their new album as something more punk to their last, in compared to – of course – their surf pink hits, ‘King Of The Beach’ and ‘Green Eyes’. When performing these tracks without the luxury of production and rich harmonies, this possibly alleviated them of their surf-style persona we know them for. However, whatever they played regardless of drum-pattern repetition, the guys could do no wrong.
Overall, the night was a success; a packed room, a thick aroma of marijuana filling the air and music making everyone move in hypnotic motion. Check out their track ‘Way Too Much’, to help us out with the surf vs. punk genre debate between their newest material and older tracks.