Doncaster Live (pt 2)
!_ARCHIVE POST
First published August 2007 in
Doncaster Live Magazine.
By:
Adam Irwin, Ruth Offord and Richard Cook
Ego Parade
We’ve all had enough of acoustic acts now, and want to feel some of the thrill of a full live band. So it’s off to the main stage in the Market Place, where we arrive approximately half way through the set of local boys Ego Parade. The crowd is huge, much better than was expected so early in the evening, and Ego Parade don’t disappoint, with a flawless set of bouncy future-pop hits in waiting. The crowd lap it up, the band look happy enough to burst, and we’ve just discovered that you can buy cans of lager outside The Masons Arms. Result.
From here on in,things are a complete blur. We manage to gawp as the crowd fall into the world of OPM even after they played ‘Heaven is a Halfpipe’ and a group of teenage boys attempt to start a riot. Surprisingly not because their blend of hip hop and reggae is surely a crime, but because they’re still giddy from the lemonade earlier in the day.
We manage to endure a couple of songs by The Paddingtons. They are the blandest, least interesting band we think we’ve ever heard, and by far the poorest act we’ve seen today. They don’t look particularly bothered up there either, going through the motions with no hint of energy or excitement.
We’re told that Sheffield’s Double No No, due to play Vintage Rock Bar later in the evening have arrived, so wander over there for a chat. We find singer Danni, who tells us that they actually aren’t playing tonight now, as guitarist Nic is over at the Benicassim festival in Spain, performing in his ‘other’ job as Human League guitarist. Alright for some!
Tiny Dancers
Tiny Dancers, perceived as the divas of the day, appear onstage approximately 10 minutes late in a cloud of glitter and balloons and definitely received the biggest crowd of the day. Yet as they kick into their third song which sounds as similar as the last, we leave the hype machine behind and head back to Vintage Rockbar where Three Torches are playing.
The sound down there is an absolute mess, but oddly this seems to suit the band. They rattle through a ramshackle set of angular guitar noise. The first song they play reminds me of ‘White Riot’ by The Clash, and according to our notes we also thought they sounded like very early Flaming Lips. The vocals are almost entirely drowned out by the dense wall of sound created by the three piece, but everyone who sees it agrees that they’ve played a blinder.
