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Live Review White Trash Ambition / Geisha THE CROFT, BRISTOL (THUR 29 JUL) God, it's been muggy these last few weeks. And being holed up in an oppressively stuffy back room doesn't draw the best rock'n'roll germs out of the aspiring noise merchant. Accordingly, Geisha seemed almost subdued tonight. Often almost too intense to watch, tonight they merely simmered - albeit menacingly. Tony's new grungemeister hair might have looked for every bit like he was being face fucked by Cousin It, but it also obscures the satanic choirboy looks that frighten all but the most certifiable ladies. As noise goes, mind, they were still reassuringly filthy. Sammo Hung's Jemma, normally so perky, seemed to be melting like a wax-faced dolly in the heat, and it was just too dang sweaty for album launchees Ben Mark to even attempt at being so cool. Thank heavens, then, for White Trash Ambition, who used the discomfort to their advantage, oozing out fidgety harsh pop gems and raspy guitar anthems with a reassuringly aloof swagger. The quaint flickery effect added to the vocals only heightened their neat claustrophobic edge, and has us all glad to be sweating our kidneys out. |