 | | Behind Green Lights (pic: Ged Camera) |
There's a sense of urgency and vibrancy running though the set, although Trample has more of a softer type opening before ending in the familiar harder, guitar blast. They will probably start to hate the "Franz Ferdinand" connections that people will inevitably make. Though not meant in a derogatory manner, as in blatantly copying the song structure, they do have an element of truth in them. Perhaps it might be better to say they have a batch of songs that could be on the NEXT FF album. When a group of blokes are trying to move their limbs in a manner sometimes known as dancing, it’s probably because:
a) they're in a mosh pit/pogoing
b) they're trying to/have copped off Tonight, there's an equal mix of the male/female of the species moving various limb parts to the salsa sounds being distributed by the Whiskycats, only the blokes are concentrating on keeping time to the music
 | | The Whiskycats (pic: Ged Camera) |
So what's going on? Well, there has always been an element believing that the smooth, Latino beats are more to their taste than the aural floss more currently available on the high street. Occasionally it's on display in some venue tucked away at the bottom of a dead street, but the bands are emerging and tonight, another exponent, Gideon Conn, is in the crowd providing the mutual support. Replete with brass section, the cool cats are laying beats that the large crowd want to hear. So much so that they are on the floor from the opening number, without requiring any exhortations from front man Mathew Whitaker. Instead, he overlays his laid back delivery on to the summer sounds. It will never be the type of music that grabs you by the throat and drags you into its world; there is surely enough of that around. It's an altogether more subtle affair, one that gnaws away at your ears and feet and hips. | 
