Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Gareth Liddiard

I have to confess that I am a bit of a fan of Gareth Liddiard since I saw him with ‘The Nothing Butts’ backing up Melbourne rock icon Spencer P. Jones last year at the Thornbury Theatre.

As a founding member of the Drones, I remembered his  work as definitely good, quite correct, but –in my opinion- it has been in the times when he had some room to free his quirkiness when his musical style has shined.

At the Worker’s club I saw him relaxed, having a chat to a couple of guys before jumping on to the –very small- dark stage, somehow bucolic with a print of a Little-Red-Riding-Hood-kind-of-forest on the background.

His only weapon that night was an old Martin, ‘’a bit out of tune due to winter’’ that warmed up as he cruised through the soiree switching from his troubadour pose to a few local jokes and anecdotes. It was different to see him on his own. Without his electric guitar his solo-ing slowed down, and the notes, intentionally clumsy and interrupted, filled the Worker’s Club to leave the audience quite satisfied about a gig that they could have missed and never regretted, but saw and will remember for a long time.

In a few days, a few words on the opening artist.


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