Loon Lake are my new Australian music favourite. I don't remember the last time that I loved every song on a release, but it's happened now with the band's new EP Thirty Three.
Luckily for me, I reviewed the final stop of the national Thirty Three tour here. There is a full gallery of photos from the night here.
The photos were taken by Robert Perrone.
Here's an excerpt that will hopefully persuade you to click my links:
Cherry-lipped girls (and the guys who would inevitably try to pick them up) flocked in impressive numbers to the closing show of Loon Lake’s national tour. The substantial numbers were well appreciated by the first of two local supports, Rainy Day Women, whose sweet brand of blissed-out pop kicked off the night perfectly. Live, Dylan Ollivierre’s vocals sound like almost like Julian Casablancas in pop-mode. He led his shoeless bandmates through a set of lazy (in a good way), summery songs with some heavenly keyboard thrown for good measure in by otherwise guitarist Ross Pickersgill. But the saccharine nature of their sun-soaked tunes and cute whistling hooks were well balanced by clever rhythms and unexpected arrangements. Of course, the set closer was the harmonious Triple J favourite Sleigh Bed, which sparked a light bulb moment of recognition in a happily curious crowd.
The Rainy Day boys gave way to the grand entrance of Stillwater Giants, who looked intent on pumping up the energy levels of the nearly full room. As you might expect from four guys of Margaret River, the Giants drenched punters in wicked surf rock from the very first note. But not of the cruisy Sunday roadtrip variety – no, this was a much higher-octane affair. Guitarist Tom Godden was a man possessed with the desire to party, physically throwing himself into every driving riff like a seasoned rock god. In fact, the entire outfit hit the ultimate balance between rocking out like madmen whilst still delivering a completely polished performance.
...Loon Lake's Nolan brothers and their musical mates manipulated the energy of the crowd incredibly well, giving dancing shoes a rest between party tunes. The obvious crowd favourites Bad to Me, In the Summer and the infectious “wooh!” hook of Cherry Lips had Amps boogieing down in an arm flailing frenzy. But the cherry on the cake was a blistering cover of I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness. Not a dry armpit in the house.
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| Loon Lake frontman Sam Nolan / photo: Robert Perrone |
The photos were taken by Robert Perrone.
Here's an excerpt that will hopefully persuade you to click my links:
Cherry-lipped girls (and the guys who would inevitably try to pick them up) flocked in impressive numbers to the closing show of Loon Lake’s national tour. The substantial numbers were well appreciated by the first of two local supports, Rainy Day Women, whose sweet brand of blissed-out pop kicked off the night perfectly. Live, Dylan Ollivierre’s vocals sound like almost like Julian Casablancas in pop-mode. He led his shoeless bandmates through a set of lazy (in a good way), summery songs with some heavenly keyboard thrown for good measure in by otherwise guitarist Ross Pickersgill. But the saccharine nature of their sun-soaked tunes and cute whistling hooks were well balanced by clever rhythms and unexpected arrangements. Of course, the set closer was the harmonious Triple J favourite Sleigh Bed, which sparked a light bulb moment of recognition in a happily curious crowd.
The Rainy Day boys gave way to the grand entrance of Stillwater Giants, who looked intent on pumping up the energy levels of the nearly full room. As you might expect from four guys of Margaret River, the Giants drenched punters in wicked surf rock from the very first note. But not of the cruisy Sunday roadtrip variety – no, this was a much higher-octane affair. Guitarist Tom Godden was a man possessed with the desire to party, physically throwing himself into every driving riff like a seasoned rock god. In fact, the entire outfit hit the ultimate balance between rocking out like madmen whilst still delivering a completely polished performance.
...Loon Lake's Nolan brothers and their musical mates manipulated the energy of the crowd incredibly well, giving dancing shoes a rest between party tunes. The obvious crowd favourites Bad to Me, In the Summer and the infectious “wooh!” hook of Cherry Lips had Amps boogieing down in an arm flailing frenzy. But the cherry on the cake was a blistering cover of I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness. Not a dry armpit in the house.
