Into the
breach once more, or in a less literal sense, here I am in the O2
Academy waiting for Rizzle Kicks to come on.
This is
another of my daughters favourites, and to be honest one that I don't
find overly offensive to the ears, so I wasn't expecting this gig to
be the nightmare that others I have attended in her company have been.
I was
wrong.
The first
act is Little Nikki.
The UK's
answer to Rhianna.
Comparisons
between the singers need to put into some context though.
If
Rihanna is Harrods then Little Nikki is Poundland.
She has a
guy on the decks accompanying here and a dancer.
One
solitary dancer.
He mainly
gyrates randomly about the stage, but on occasions there's some
choreographed stuff where he and Little Nikki come very close to
being in step with each other.
The guy
on the decks fills the gaps with the age old 'let me see your hands
in the air' and the obligatory 'make some noise.'
It feels
like I've been sucked into some alternative reality where life is made up of MTV soundbites.
Technically
Little Nikki is a very good singer who possesses a soulful voice, but
this musical direction she is pursuing is being played out all day
every day, and I doubt that she will float to the top unless she can
give it more of a twist.
The
highlight of her set was when a very small sample of mirror in the
bathroom by The Beat was sused, and and that's not saying much.
Beside me
during Little Nikki's set I had a young man and his lady friend
either arguing, or maybe they were rehearsing for s future Jeremy Kyle show appearance.
Apparently
he thinks that she's a mug for staying with Dave who beats the shit
out of her.
According to her he has a cheek to slag Dave as he's out with her while his girlfriend is at home with his kid.
According to her he has a cheek to slag Dave as he's out with her while his girlfriend is at home with his kid.
Oh, but
it gets better.
He's not
sure if it is his kid so that makes his night out with her at Rizzle
Kicks okay.
As this
conversation was slurred on a decibel level that beat the sound
system that Little Nikki was using into submission I think that
everyone in a ten foot radius was aware of the dispute.
I think
everyone within that area also heard me sigh in relief when she
stormed off shouting 'I need a piss. Are you coming?'
Nina
Nesbitt was the second of the supports and she's angling to be the
female Ed Sheeran, but falling far short of that.
She
finished her slot with a cover of the Proclaimers 500 Miles that had
the crowd emphatically roaring their approval, but this is Glasgow
and a drunk wandering home singing anything by the Proclaimers can
get a round of applause so the response isn't saying much.
Fans of
Nina Nesbitt are apparently called Nesbians.
There's a
fact for you that I gleaned from the flyer.
Here's
another fact for you. Little Nikki smells of coconut.
I know
this as she stood next to me for a couple of seconds after Nina
Nesbitt went off and for 30 minutes after it I was still breathing in
Bounty fumes.
Rizzle
Kicks are as slick as a greased pole at farmers fair.
So slick
that mid second song I felt the nudge of deja vu.
I've only
seen a few videos and television appearances by them, but that's
enough to get a handle on the whole performance.
The band
they have are super tight and really beyond criticizing, and to be
fair so are the two lads of Rizzle Kicks.
They
never miss a beat, or an intro, and their high energy act is
relentlessly exhausting.
It's
definitely a value for money show as they don't give anything less
than 100% from start to finish, but there's nothing in it that lifts
my spirits or forms a connection.
The
relatively young audience love it and that's great to see as this is
a real band playing and not some pop diva lip syncing to a backing
track, but it's not enough for me.
All my
years of gig going have allowed me to see this so many times that
when I indulge in live music I want to see something less slick, or
so slick that I can't tell if the performance is choreographed or
not.
Out of
ten I'd give the Rizzle Kicks boys a five.
Once they
have shed the teenybopper fanbase they are talented enough to
possible surprise us all with something that has more depth to it,
but time will tell.
Meanwhile
the kids love them and for now that will do.
Warning : A pint was an eye watering £3.90
Warning : A pint was an eye watering £3.90
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