Strutting on to their customary barbershop acappella set opener ‘Girls,Boys and Marsupials’, The Wombats may be halfway through a tour that would make most Gypsies nauseous, but they’re not going to let that stop the party. Tonight they run through what is shaping up to be one of the albums of the Summer, and come its release you get the sense this three piece will be playing venues five times this size.
‘School Uniforms’ wades in like a pubescent Ash gone new-wave , “I’m glad I’m not back in school” yelps Vocalist Dan (”…the Rat” , in Wombatland) and he’s not the only one judging by the response resonating around the room. For a band that have released only a handful of songs (and that includes b-sides) , tonight proves that they’re building a fan club ravenous enough to know the words to almost every song. The Rom-Com happy slapping ‘Kill The Director’s new-wave explosion causes an insurgence of flailing limbs.
Suddenly the barriers are hurled aside as a stage invasion sees the Mersey marsupials’ legroom being drenched in flat beer and surfing pop fanatics. Perfectly timed for the strike up of recent single ‘Backfire At The Disco’, which tonight sounds bigger than ever. “Poor man’s Cribs” mutter the fashionistas, polishing their winklepickers at the sidelines, for the rest of us who just wanna have fun though, a riotous ‘Moving To New York’ proves there’s few better bands.
