What? Speak up!

The Street Urchins made my ears bleed and caused me to question my sexuality. I was only going to the show because I absolutely had to see Holly Golightly (touring with The Woggles,) but all of a sudden these guys in black makeup and studded leather clothing came out and ROCKED MY FACE OFF. As usual, my friends complained about the opening band and left. Whatever, they just couldn’t handle it.

The Woggles were awesome, too, but in that more current retro-indie way. (Current retro? Indie trends are messed up.) But they had everyone dancing and a lot of people were shouting for an encore. They were a polite opening band and declined.

Holly Golightly, the reason I came, did not disappoint. I got the feeling she did research to find out what words Americans are just dying to hear British people use. I heard “This audience is lovely,” “You’re all so civilized,” etc. It nearly made me blush. The show really seemed to kick into high gear when the guitarist went to drums and the drummer moved up to an electric organ about halfway through the show. Organs rule the dance floor.

A note to the Vaudeville Mews: the stage volume seemed appropriate for the first band, but I was still being blasted by the second band and had to strain to make out any of the vocals. I know it’s a “rock” show, but I didn’t pay ten dollars to accelerate my developing tinnitus. Thankfully, I could make out some of Holly’s vocals, or I would have seriously wanted my money back. Cranking the PA until it blows a fuse is no substitute for actually making the music sound good.