So, off to the Enmore to see Icehouse. I had hopes given a longstanding love of their albums, saw them back in the 80s, and I was warm to the idea of a hits package. It seemed like a good idea, that they would have been well oiled from a series of dates earlier through the year. And yet, it was a huge disappointment.
Iva and Paul are very obviously the old stagers to pass muster for calling it Icehouse, just with the sound of a very competent tribute band / pub covers band behind them. That said, Iva could presumably turn up with anyone and call himself Icehouse. I couldn’t fault them technically as musicians, but it took me about 3 or 4 numbers to realise my main issue – they were playing them too fast, like they had to get through too much material before curfew. The drummer was good technically, even the joke drum solo was tolerably short. But every song was metronomic, right on the beat with none of the swing in the original tracks (at least how I hear them).
Then there were the high notes…that Iva isn’t » Continue Reading.