Live Review: Northeast Party House, Flamingo, Cabin Cults - Jive

It was a slow start to the night with a few punters making their way in from opening to watch pop-electro rockers Cabin Cults. The three-piece from Adelaide jumped straight into it with a heavy dose of synth work and an almost uneasy amount of snare symbol which continued throughout the set. Despite the boys trying their best to break the ice with the crowd and shake off a “stand-off” vibe, unfortunately they didn't. But with only a few shows under the band's collective belt, a deserved round of applause was due.
Collared shirts were buttoned all the way up and it was time for round two local man trio Flamingo. For electronic beatmakers, they pull out an incredibly energetic live show, mixing synths with live instruments. Topped with Kacee Heidt's uber smooth vocals, you imagine these hometown heroes could well be the new and improved Kite String Tangle.
Although the crowd was completely oblivious to the fact, Flamingo did have a minor stuff up. However, they picked it up, and let the crowd know of the mishap that they were all completely oblivious to – “Live remixing motherfucker” – before Heidt was pulling smooth moves again as he made his way to the floor tom while still singing, only to turn and drum so hard that a drum stick broke. Not that the crowd stopped dancing for that either.
The floor had now filled right back to the bar for raucous Melbourne kids Northeast Party House. All members looked stoked to be kicking off the Any Given Weekend album tour, and the fun they had playing was infectious. NPH's set had quite a repetitive, Bloc Party-influenced sound to it, but everyone danced no less. The first official single release from the debut, The Haunte,d finally saw the lamps on stage put to use, inducing the crowd into a synth-infused epileptic fit. Last but not least was the anthem for students nationwide, Youth Allowance, which made for an epic finale. It was the one track everyone knew enough to scream along to, and the front of the crowd was almost invading the stage – it was like a room full of red cordial-bellied five-year-olds. Or disco biscuit belly-filled twenty-somethings.
Party was made, panties were dropped. “No shit, thanks Adelaide.”