tales from an ordinary world

2001-09-14

It's hard to feel like going over to Brunswick St these days, but a last-minute friend's gigwatch says the Underground Lovers are on at the Evelyn, and there's just enough energy to satisfy this particular whim. For every gig I make it to, there's about 5 (or more) for which I can't be stuffed. Then there's the ones I hear about too late. Or forget about. But in any case, here I am, at what turned out to be one of their 10th birthday gigs. There's no mistaking Glenn Bennie's human guitar loops, there's no mistaking Vincent Giarrusso's...er...dancing style, behind his little synth boxes. It all bounces along at a pretty fast pace, faster than on the albums, one or two happy people throwing fists in the air screaming "yairr !", and at one stage it seems as if the drummer's frantically trying to kill something up the back of the stage. Later, girl-with-hunted-look appears on stage. Merida, I think. I wasn't quite expecting that. But I did know that the gig wasn't over until they played one particular song...