Live Review – Her’s @ The Sunflower Lounge
The Sunflower Lounge
Review by SdM
Photos by Paul Moreau
“I’m Robbie and that’s Bobbie”, said the carrot haired bassist nodding toward his guitar playing bandmate. It was the kind of simple casual introduction you’d expect from blokes down the pub. Essentially just enough formality so we can all get on with the serious business of having a good night out. “It’s Saturday night!” Robbie bellowed with a grin as if to remind us all that Saturday night of all nights is party night, and Her’s have every intention of making the night one to remember.
Her’s are part band and part comedy act – good humour, in-jokes and audience inclusive banter punctuate each and every song. A 1970’s laidback Californian sound of summer is mixed with a smattering of cool jazz; and an upbeat funk groove is melded to an occasional Maurice Gibb falsetto over an accessible self-styled jangle-pop. Even their self proclaimed “Rock ‘n’ Roll banger”, ‘Low Beam’ has a cuddly easy-beat chorus and danceable rhythm. Robbie pogo’s around the stage eyes closed swinging his bass guitar with abandon. With either great skill or good fortune not once is singer Bobbie belted by the bass headstock. Lead singer Bobbie is by far the more relaxed member of the duo attending to his vocal and guitar playing duties with a breezy demeanour and carefree smile. Her’s are definitely not the Pet Shop Boys – no po faced disenfranchised art school snootiness here, it’s just crack open a beer and have a good laugh, play some tunes…
The most in demand on-stage instrument was arguably the bottle opener “what’s this?” asked Bobbie looking quizzically at his recently opened bottle of beer, “Becks in the building. I got Becks. Big Becky” He then made some loose connection to football, “….Beckham?” – obviously our beloved national sport is not of great interest to him – “I’ll name some footballers …..er……Seaman?” Cue much sniggering from the audience. Then as if desperately trying to distance himself from the double entendre “er….Giggs?”
Every good party has its wanton gatecrasher. The Her’s party had none other than international ass-kicking cocktail-drinking spy, James Bond. Not in person, you understand, but as a life size cardboard cut. The gun-toting Tuxedo wearing Pierce Brosnan posed all night at the back of the stage, keeping guard and looking out of place and two dimensional. For younger readers, Brosnan was bond just before Mr Potato Head got the role and took it all far too seriously.
There’s just something likeable about Her’s – they come off as two unpretentious guys who get everyone involved and have a good time. They’re your new best mates for the evening who between playing some catchy songs bounce off each other like a seasoned double act. Great fun for everyone.