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 going to be doing tonight or any more apparently, so he’ll sing the main lyric with his unmistakable tones, right up to the line he can’t hit any more, and it’s over to the backup guy. That was a shock. And back to Iva for the verse. Later on, there was a whole of “Man Of Colours” that Iva didn’t bother to sing on at all. I’ve seen and heard singers struggle, or accommodate, or Ian Gillan, but this was really jarring.
The whole thing was so painfully off that I walked out during Great Southern Land. And I still want that to be the new national anthem.
Median age in the upper 50s with some kids in tow.
It made me think..
Careful what you wish for. I’ve been in a funk all the next day.