In contrast from the Sisters of Mercy show, this gig was filled with the short-haired brigade - not a single mullet or teased up coiffeur in sight. I wasn’t expecting it to be that popular, and almost didn’t go myself, but the gig turned out to be sold out.
The Whitest Boy Alive came out at 9:15pm and lived up to their name, the drummer with his moustache and pineapple shaker, the lead singer in big school teacher glasses, and the bass player in tight white pants. If nerds wrote catchy rock / pop, this what be it. Like The New Wine before them, they’d done away with the lead guitar, opting for rhythm guitar, leaving the riffs and lead melody to a capable keyboard. Interestingly, they also all switched instruments at one point, in mid song, which was quite impressive.
I’ve always considered The Whitest Boy Alive to be alittle bit Royksopp, and alittle bit early The Cure, while they were still punk-pop (Three Imaginary Boys sorta era), but in performance they seemed more upbeat and electronic than I expected. They slowly wound up the audience into a bouncing frenzy, at one point even doing a parody of a parody - The Prodigy’s ‘Out of Space’.
Overall it was an unassuming, and energized set, with the band interacting with the crowd more and more. In their final encore the lead singer even did a full lap off the room and moshed on the dance floor, after being sung back onto stage by the audience.
heres a sample from the night:
Photo by Graham Racher: