Last week,
Whipped Cream Chargers (above) showcased some songs from their upcoming debut album at Sydney's Oxford Art Factory. Theirs is a world of rolling tobacco, very late nights, long-necks, fine literature and op shops and, late on this rainy Thursday night, they bashed out tunes that shimmied and shook with a dirty rock 'n' roll groove. As always, we could probably have done without the disrobing of singer Sebastian, whose stage presence sometimes feels a little heavy on the histrionics, but, semi-naked males aside, it was a winning display from a very likable bunch. Their album is something to really look forward to.
Read my interview with them here.
Before them, another up-and-coming Sydney band,
The Preachers (above), played a fine set of rock 'n' roll country blues, with the duelling vocals of guitarist Gideon Benson and keyboardist Isabella Manfredi contrasting perfectly: the thunderous shudder of Benson and the calming rain of Manfredi. Their sound is like Fleetwood Mac being slapped repeatedly around the face by Tom Waits in some dirty, smoke-filled blues bar. Which is obviously pretty awesome.
Learn more about The Preachers from my interview with them.
Last week, Whipped Cream Chargers (above) showcased some songs from their upcoming debut album at Sydney's Oxford Art Factory. Theirs is a world of rolling tobacco, very late nights, long-necks, fine literature and op shops and, late on this rainy Thursday night, they bashed out tunes that shimmied and shook with a dirty rock 'n' roll groove. As always, we could probably have done without the disrobing of singer Sebastian, whose stage presence sometimes feels a little heavy on the histrionics, but, semi-naked males aside, it was a winning display from a very likable bunch. Their album is something to really look forward to. Read my interview with them here.
Before them, another up-and-coming Sydney band, The Preachers (above), played a fine set of rock 'n' roll country blues, with the duelling vocals of guitarist Gideon Benson and keyboardist Isabella Manfredi contrasting perfectly: the thunderous shudder of Benson and the calming rain of Manfredi. Their sound is like Fleetwood Mac being slapped repeatedly around the face by Tom Waits in some dirty, smoke-filled blues bar. Which is obviously pretty awesome. Learn more about The Preachers from my interview with them.
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