GIG REVIEW: The Satin Peaches
- Posted on October 10, 2007 3:31 PM
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The Satin Peaches
NME Freshers Tour 07
The Astoria
London - 9th October 2007
- Katie Spain
I have to peel peaches before I eat them; the ‘cactus’ fluff that coats their skin makes me hack my little lungs up. With all the genetic engineering these days, you’d think someone would come up with a peach covered by a satin-smooth exterior. Maybe Detroit’s ‘The Satin Peaches’ had the same idea. Probably not… but after last night’s NME Freshers gig I don’t really care about the origin of their name – all I know is, the band sounds good.
You’d expect a ‘Freshers’ gig to be full of well, freshers – especially one held at the Astoria. After passing through the military forces safe-guarding the venue last night, we climbed the stairs to the nether regions (and seated area). It was here we found the ‘elderly’ music-going citizens (is early 30s ‘old’ these days?). By the looks of things, a fair few music industry bods did the same. Hey, you can’t have an NME event without a decent industry turn out.
To my great disappointment we once again missed Aussie livewires Operator Please. One day I will see my fellow Australians live. The sadness dispersed as soon as The Satin Peaches raised the bar well above our bobbing heads. From our high vantage point we could see all; there’s nothing like the sight of a packed crowd bathed in red lights and sweat. If God was a Rock fan, this’d be his kinda view.
First thing’s first – The Satin Peaches band blew the headline act out of the water. Fellow music buff Zarina may disagree (read her The Go! Team review to find out). It’s all down to taste but the mix of Rock, Pop and post Punk passion hit my NME-spot head on.
Listen to their tracks via your headphones and you’ll get crisp Detroit spun sounds. Stand amongst the live experience and you get a frontman with a fire in his belly and a band that fits like well worn jeans; tight enough to move freely yet loose enough for fresh sounds to work their way into all the right places.
Singer George Morris cuts a mesmerizing figure; he looks like the (delightfully hot) love child of Ozzy Osborne and Eddie Vedder. Luckily, his vocal sound doesn’t match the look. Vocally, there are hints of Placebo’s Brian Molko in the mix but this lad has the rasping layers of Garage Rock thrown in. On stage he’s a man of few words but when the tunes say it all who needs mindless banter?
George, Aaron Nelson and Ryan Wiese flicked between guitar, bass, piano and vocals, let down by sound levels that didn’t do them justice. Sort it out Astoria – we should expect the best from an evening with NME. Drummer Jeremy Smith lashes out at his kit – head down, sweat pouring off his shirtless back. It’s a ferocious pace and his mates don’t skip a beat. As the band powered through their short set, I stood, Guinness held high and vowed to track this neat package down when they return to London. In an intimate setting, with better sound support, The Satin Peaches could be mind blowing. Don't give them a few more years... I'm talking right now.
Forget the age old ‘cherry on top’, this band are just what the music industry needs on its shiny fruit platter. Freshly picked (and peeled) – of course.
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peachy
Excellent live pic - looks like you've got an incredible camera :)
Posted on October 10, 2007 5:54 PM
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