It has been a while since we have all been casually invited to a gig at the Purple Turtle. The main reason why we were there on the 27th of April was because the management of Plastic Toys invited us there to meet the band. They were not bad at all. The Plastics looked definitely like a band on the rise within the London based indie electro-rock scene.
Nonetheless what really impressed me that night was the great performance of this North-American pop-rock-pianist-er who has been oligopolising XFM, Radio One and the likes. This is one of those that eventually we will all know and we’ll be doomed to listen to at office hours.
What really rocks in this case, I have to admit, is the visual human live performance of this chap. Costantly on the edge of his seat, on the verge of stumbling on his piano, he can’t stand still, he can’t seat, he looks like he is desperate for jumping on the public, while telling them his own stories. This guy’s live performance looks real, like he can’t resist to himself, to his own music. That vibe drives him away, making him drunk of his own art. On that crowded stage, no matter how much space he had for himself and his piano, he was flying high, very high, not sure where exactly. Still he was in touch with his public, still entertaining, still powerful, never distracted. Great.
Did I go too far? Well this is my opinion, and again, I am not a fan of overexposed Xfemed tunes and acts. It’s really the live performance that I am suggesting to go and see. But if you want to notice everything, don’t stay too far from the stage.
