Frankmusik is everywhere right now, like a social network plague of biblical semblance. He is curating MySpace, flooding Twitter and swarming Kyte. Aside from this, he has been spotted DJing with Annie Mac, singing from an open top car outside Edinburgh Castle, sprinting through the streets of Inverness and crashing a gig in Dundee. All in three days work for this wandering pop minstrel.
All this impromptu hobnobbing is the essence of Frankmusik’s unique new Live & Lost tour. On March 21, Vincent Frank was dropped off in Inverness and told to find his way to London, securing free travel and accommodation from fans in exchange for spending some quality time with the musician, or simply shouting “dance monkey, dance!” whilst waving pound notes (Pound notes? Is Scotland that far behind? – Ed).
Clash managed to bolt down to his first full live performance of the tour, in Dundee…
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The usual buzz of excitement surrounding Frankmusik’s gigs is replaced by apprehension deep in Dundee, as the tour began to drag him to corners of Britain not necessarily familiar with his acquired brand of electro pop.
With Vincent still in Glasgow, attempting to blag a lift from friendly locals, the doors open and first support group Electrolites grace the stage, unaffected by an absent main attraction. The young duo drive through a bouncing 30-minute set, with wild hollering over bass-laden electronic beats. The pure energy of their final two songs seduces the seated onlookers onto the dancefloor and into slight swaying movements, resembling the early evolutionary stages of dance.
The small crowd starts to embrace the intimacy of the petite venue. Edinburgh trio Young Fathers take the baton and run with it. Stage lights on. The three young hip-hop aficionados begin a humorous synchronised dance routine. We’ve all seen bands bring the mic to the crowd, but this is the first time I’ve witnessed inter-crowd breakdancing. Their playful mischief continues, and if hiding in the DJ booth for 10 minutes of their set felt too predictable, then taking their wireless mics to the back of the venue and continuing their performance from there seemed to quench their thirst for disorder.
Whispers begin to work their way down from the door that Frankmusik was now in Dundee. But still lost. Then, three hours and fifteen minutes after his band had soundchecked without him, the miniature starlet arrives. The tiny stage becomes a labyrinth of electronic drum kits and synths. Frank takes his LED mic stand and begins a 30-second glimpse into his past as a beat-boxer (Mr Mouth), before immediately driving into the pristine and polished tracks of his forthcoming album.
It’s easy to think that ‘Better Off As Two’ and ‘3
Little Words’ are the epitome of cheesy pop, but live, it is quite hard to resist a smile and a boogie. Even when the lyrics are intended to be rather tragic.
A cheeky electro version of ‘Golden Brown’ finally forces any skeptics into a sing-along. Mr Frank even manages to hit the decks before departure, most memorably dropping a dubstep version of Rick Ross hit ‘Hustling’. It is believed he was paid £20 and the use of a bedroom floor for this gig. More interactive tours please!
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