Livestock – 10 May 2012
It’s Thursday, the 10th of May, and rock ’n’ roll is underway at the John Curtin Hotel. This is only the second Melting Pot gig at the Curtin, but from the way things are going, it looks as though I’ve stumbled upon a pretty reliable night out – something I don’t judge lightly.
The John Curtin’s a superb venue to hear four beats to the bar played out; having dodged the gentrification vulgarians and TAB trolls who’ve murdered most of Melbourne’s publand between them, the Curtin provides a lovely backdrop for some honest gigging and Melting Pot makes good use of the venue.
The McQueens start the evening with a pretty sensational opening – normally they’d have been introduced by a compère but, his being absent, they opt for a bloody great noise instead – and play a pretty fair set that could be likened to the wall-of-sound we all got used to in the 90s. The only real hiccups are their third number, which sounds in places like a needle skipping its groove, and their attire – characterless tee-shirts and blue jeans of all things. Overall they play a good, safe opening that lasts the perfect amount of time.
They’re followed by Amber Lamps, who choose an unfortunate number for their first song, in my view anyway, because it’s the least energetic and coherent of their set – which includes a rather nice cover of Pumped Up Kicks. Things improve with every song played and by the time the set’s ripened to middle age we’re having a fine old time sipping beer, guessing at lyrics and waiting for the guitarist to trip on his lead (he didn’t); which somehow gives proceedings an agreeable dash of tension. It ends with a finale that’s a treat to watch but leaves one wondering where its vibrancy was earlier in the performance.
Finally, the evening sees Robot Child take to the stage and now we have a band who’s made an effort toward looking the part. Robot Child have experience both as a band and as individual musicians and their music and presentation benefit from it. It’s by-and-large the most lively set played and (savvy readers will have guessed by now) is my preferred group of the evening with only two points of concern; their Jazz piece, which comes early in the set, isn’t bad in itself but, after close to an hour of rock, it throws the vibe of the night a bit skew-whiff. Also, for some reason, the singer was necking a bottle of Nutrient Water, about which I will say no more.
All in all an enjoyable evening from the Melting Pot crew, there’s one every Thursday as well.
The views expressed in this article are the views of the author and not necessarily the views of Melting Pot.
Author DetailsDarcy Moran
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Darcy is currently a freelance copywriter and editor working in Melbourne. Last year he graduated from RMIT with a diploma of Professional Writing and Editing.