The first thing you'll hear entering any venue inside which Flyying Colours are playing is tambourine. There's also a lot of distortion plus an equal abundance of hair and fun. Guitarist Gemma O'Connor sports a Johnny Fuckin Marr tee (customising it was a mistake, though). Will definitely make an effort to repeat the experience of watching these cats live. It's far out music.
The Johnny Marr banner that is lowered in between sets is as understated and elegant as its namesake. Marr's banner colours are black and powder blue at present. And, nope; Jack White copied him. Are you men'al? There's loads of distinguished grey hair in attendance. Marr enters. "Turn it up! This ain't some American alt-rock shit [or it could've been bullshit]," he goads. That is some sexy guitar work right there, sir. Song two is Panic. An unexpected injection of 'I'm cool as fuck'. Arrogant? Of course. And satisfyingly so. "Cheers, Melbourne! Have any of you got any questions? When does the biography come out? Well, you did ask." Marr is a legend with zero effort.
New hate: the tall person who stands on the corner of the front stalls platform = view impeder of many. From even before Marr's first vertical-hold guitar-god posture, we're hooked.
New Town Velocity
propels us there. It's so cute seeing fans burst to life during the intros to their respective all-time faves, such as [insert name of any song played tonight]. Marr actually reacts to individual crowd members enough for extended dialogue through expression. "Who's got the new record?" Scattered crowd members: "WHOA!" Marr: "Lying fookers!" He then plays an unrecorded track, which comes close to the best song we've heard so far tonight. Then in comes
Generate! Generate!> Marr is the coolest thing we've ever seen. And he most certainly still does his own hair such that not even the hippest hairdresser in town could replicate it. Dare I say it? Bigmouth Strikes Again is even better as sung by Marr, who admits at the song's conclusion, "Yeah, that's a good one!" None of us are prepared for his Getting Away With It (Electronic) cover! Almost too much beauty to endure. Annoying crowd members incident two: a couple who regularly turn toward each other to hug/snog in profile, hence elbowing surrounding punters — just crane your necks, already! There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
closes with the crowd chanting final chorus lyrics out as Marr smiles, satisfied.
How Soon Is Now?
— swoon central
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Just like everybody else doe
s."
I Feel You
(Depeche Mode) continues the bliss and then
I Fought The Law
(The Clash) inspires geriatric pogos. If you weren't there, suck shit. We all danced extra lint between our toes.
