Live Review: Cut Copy

Northcote Theatre

If there is any fatigue from the deluge of concerts and festivals lately, it’s not showing here tonight as a sold-out Northcote Theatre welcomes a rare hometown show for one of the city’s most beloved bands. “Playing Melbourne shows used to be every week for us,” says Cut Copy frontman Dan Whitford. “Now it’s every five years. It makes me reflect on the time we spent together. We dreamed of playing The Tote one day. We’ve still never played The Tote, to be honest,” he laughs, “but we’re here tonight. Thanks for supporting us all this time.”

The densely packed crowd cheers this mid-set confession. From the beginning, we are united by a strong work Christmas party vibe and gently glued to the venue floor by a combination of spilled beer, Red Bull and sticky mixers. There is a sense of gentle euphoria and release that matches the band’s glistening tones, warm burbling synths, easy tempos, and Whitford’s voice that, even 18 years on from their breakthrough album, never outstays its welcome. You could be fooled into thinking of Cut Copy as a band with six albums from which only a few banging choruses have entered the public consciousness, but tonight they prove they have a depth that few bands could rival. I’m still not sure what one fan meant when she shouted to a friend, “I hope they play the eighties song,” but it’s a safe bet that whatever she’s referring to is a glorious example of modest synth-pop with an understated chorus and a killer drop.

The set begins with the slowly swelling Cold Water, a low-key scene-setter for Feel The Love, the opening track from Cut Copy’s best-known album, the near-masterpiece In Ghost Colours. It’s the first of many instances in which the band demonstrates their approach to tension and release. Whitford knows how to deploy the components of a song to maximum effect with minimum effort. He never strains for a hook; they arrive. For a band with such metronomic music, their songs never sound stolid or forced. Guitarist Tim Hoey and bassist Ben Browning play like they’re in Sonic Youth, their slashing moves almost unrelated to the song being played. Their leads could be running a few hundred metres down the road, their sound coming out of amplifiers at the Northcote Social Club. But it doesn’t matter, they match the energy and vibe of the song, and they look extremely cool doing it.

Love Is All We Share gets ultra violet lights to go with its pulsing bass swells and a sensitivity that evokes early nineties Pet Shop Boys, but the audience uses any slowing of rhythm or dip in volume as an invitation to chat. As soon as we get another classic from In Ghost Colours, in this case, Out There On The Ice, attention is wrested back to the stage. The band deliver another example of an insistent verse, a hook-driven chorus and a teasing drop that turns the venue into a forest of arms and phones, the chorus builds up to transforming the place into a sweaty nightclub.

It’s a pattern repeated throughout the set. The slower tempos and Balearic sound of the newer songs are interspersed with crowd-pleasing bangers, and it works beautifully. Corner Of The Sky, Lights and Music, Saturdays, Need You Now, and the closing Hearts On Fire get such a visceral response from the crowd even the guy with another guy on his shoulders is jumping and is airborne. Every part of the show is so well thought out, from the setlist to the lights, to the pacing, to the moments Whitford engages with the crowd. It all speaks to a quiet intelligence that feels rare in this fast-changing scene. There is never any sense of desperation or fear of losing attention. Beats are insistent, not urgent or assaulting, Whitford’s voice always in his sizeable comfort zone. Tracks from their 2020 album Freeze Melt sound cleaner and more concerned with an internal journey than a dance floor. These newer songs, like the encore Running In The Grass, are built on gorgeous harmonies and driven by concerns that, at least to an audience eager to revisit 2008, feel a little lost. But, on headphones, walking home through dark streets, they act as a perfect flip-side to a barnstorming homecoming show and make you glad for the continued existence of Cut Copy.

Live Review: Dry Cleaning and Girl and Girl

Corner Hotel

A packed Corner Hotel is tingling with anticipation for this long-awaited show. Since their song The Magic of Meghan first appeared in playlists and on end-of-year wrap ups three years ago, there has been a buzz about Dry Cleaning, one that has grown with every critically acclaimed release and curiously thrilling video. Tonight, it finally releases in the first of two sold out Meredith sideshows.

Holding the tension of these final minutes is Girl and Girl, surely the most Melbourian band to hail from the Gold Coast. A prolific post-rock four piece with a sound like a series of removalist truck accidents – all breaking glass guitar and rhythms like collapsing furniture – their set is galvanising stuff, and all the better for the arresting presence of mulleted lead vocalist Kai James. He stamps his foot and wails into the microphone as if embodying the spirit of David Byrne at CBGBs. Then, legs entwined, steps back to push the head of his guitar against the floor, playing jagged chords like Roland S. Howard. Drummer Aunty Liss, James’s actual aunt, is an equally authoritative presence, deploying rhythms that would empower anyone with whom she shared a stage. Shame It’s Not Now, back-announced alongside a qualified recommendation for the film Bones and All, is one of several songs that match the energy of their delivery. Their “cowboy song” Strangers and Divorce Song Number 2, a highlight from their recent EP Divorce, are others. It’s a magnificent set from a band perfectly matched to the headliner. Who knew a Josef K seven-inch being played at 50 RPM could sound this good?

Red curtains part, the sold out room goes wild, and Dry Cleaning arrive. Guitarist Tom Dowse pumps his fists in the air, matching our excitement as he reaches for his Burns electric 12-string and leads the band into one of 2022’s better songs, Kwenchy Cups. “Things are shit, but they're gonna be okay / And I'm gonna see the otters / There aren't any otters / There are…” Singer Florence Shaw stands as if in an unmoving queue wearing a pleated white dress, a garment made for movement. She stares at the ceiling as if conversing with a light bulb while around her, the band - Dowse, bassist Lewis Maynard, drummer Nick Buxton and keyboard player Dan - channel all the energy she isn’t spending on her delivery. They feel like no other band you’ve seen.

“It’s like we’ve been texting for a long time, and we’ve only just met up,” Shaw says with a nervous smile. “So, it’s a bit scary.” Whatever fear she feels seems to dissipate quickly as the set progresses. Between-song smiles become more common, the microphone stand gripped less frequently, and when several members of the very enthusiastic crowd shout the brand of lager she's sipping, “Moon Dog!”, she looks at the can, grins and quietly tells us, “It’s nice”. Front-loaded with their faster songs - Gary Ashby, Viking Hair and Scratchcard Lanyard - Dry Cleaning’s set is a thrilling mix of old and new. The crowd sang along with the extremely wordy Her Hippo, Leafy and No Decent Shoes for Rain, which is no small thing.

On stage, Dowse and Maynard are all tattooed limbs, wide-legged stances and comically rock faces, as if in a Van Halen cover band losing a Friday night crowd, all of which accentuates Shaw’s librarian ghost vibe. The set, which showcases more atmospheric songs from their latest album, Stumpwork, pauses for the room to sing Happy Birthday to Dan, who then takes the microphone for a joyously chaotic rendition of The Misfits’ TV Casualty. Shaw returns for the almost jazzy Conservative Hell before they close their set with a blistering take of The Magic of Meaghan, a song that – with its wry assessment of the life and media treatment of Meghan Markle – inadvertently measures how the world has changed since 2019. Unsatisfied, the crowd bay for “one more song”, which the band happily provide in the form of obscure bass-driven near instrumental Tony Speaks! and Stumpwork’s opening track, Anna Calls the Arctic, a low-key sign-off to a brace of tunes which, if the brisk trade at the merch desk is anything to go by, found an extremely appreciative audience.

Live Review: Sharon van Etten, BATTS

Northcote Theatre

Tonight’s lineup has drawn a sold-out crowd to catch the sideshow of Meredith headliner, but it’s the venue that is the true opening act. Many seem to be visiting the 1500-capacity venue in Melbourne’s inner north for the first time and comments about the opulent roof, the curious layout, the thrill at having a new venue (even though it has been hosting events since 1921) and the cavernous sound, pepper conversations during the set of support act BATTS. Batts notices this and throughout her set she politely requests attention from the audience, but with many of her songs having similar strumming patterns, her limited vocal range and the acoustics stealing many of her lyrics, it’s difficult to be compelled. “This song is called Reassess the Marks,” she says. “It’s a song about discovering what you can and can’t achieve.” Even with a backing band, it’s difficult to imagine these songs as arresting attention. When Sharon van Etten guests on Blue, a song they wrote together, there is a sudden sense of personality, melodies feel less obvious and the repetitive strumming of the same guitar through the same reverb pedal that we’ve been hearing all night takes on a different mood. Even her “uplifting” singalong closing song, Keeping On, feels like acquiescing to convenience and can’t drag people’s attention away from each other.

By the time Sharon van Etten arrives the room is packed, the dialogue from a scene from Yellowjackets plays as the room darkens, the band assembles and the bright lights from the small stage reveal her silhouette. Diving into the driving bass-heavy riffs that anchor Headspace, van Etten seems to be channelling Chrissy Amphlett or Iggy Pop with her pout, her posturing and the way she moves, as if surging with power. She stalks the stage, drops to her knees, jabs her guitarist, Charley Damski, in the chest to mark the hook of a chorus before kissing his forehead, making sure all eyes are on her. As the insistent synth and drum opening of Comeback Kid fills the room, it becomes obvious that the venue’s sound troubles are, at least for tonight, over. Van Etten’s band, Jorge Balbi on drums, Devon Hoff on bass, Teeny Lieberson on vocals and synths and Damski on synthesizers and guitars, work astonishingly well together, each leaving space for the other, for van Etten, and for the room, giving her songs a sense of maximalism and confidence. The room quietens and van Etten dons a Gibson Hummingbird for Anything, one of the highlights from her latest record, We’ve Been Going About This All Wrong.  “It’s hard to believe it’s been three years,” she says with a nervous smile, to the sound of raucous cheers. “We have so much to catch up on,” she laughs. “Honestly, I have so much more to say,” she waits for the cries of “we love you Sharon!” to die down before continuing. “This is another song from my new record,” she says, stepping back from the microphone as the opening bars of Come Back, its anthemic chorus and her and Liberson’s harmonies melding together with an unusual vibrancy, driving home how much more these songs take on in a live setting. 

“It’s been a long time since some of us have been around other people,” she says as the applause fades. “I’ve been told that I dance like Elaine,” she tells us. “But it’s all about connecting with people and being in a safe space and if you want to dance badly with me you have permission to do that,” she says as the band launch into Mistakes, one of the clear highlights from the show and, if the audience at Meredith is awarding Boots this year, this feels like a prime candidate, or may have already won. As soon as its chorus hits, “Even when I make a mistake, mistake / Turns out it's great” the room is filled with swaying bodies, in and out of rhythm, inhabiting exactly the sort of feeling you want from a gig like this. Every Time the Sun Comes Up follows and the band are cheered back out for an encore of Darkness Fades and Seventeen, the perfect closer to a stunning set. People literally seem to be glowing with joy as they surge to the exits and out into the street.