LIVE: Capital Coast, Space Monkey @ Captain Cook Hotel, Sydney, 12th May

After the weirdness of Space Monkey, Capital Coast bring some song from the ‘Gong

Space Monkey

It’s a strange experience watching what is either the worst band ever or the best prank in history, but there you have it – that’s what’s happening tonight at the Captain Cook. Presumably because another band dropped out, a group who I only *think* are called Space Monkey are playing. I use ‘playing’ in the loosest sense of the word, since it’s basically quite a lot of aimless fucking about, the sort of thing that suggests they have all suffered recent and very serious head wounds. One track in particular repeats a niggly little guitar riff, while the three day-release bandmembers repeat the phrase “drop the beat, baby”, in a mixture of falsetto and basso profundo. It also goes on for about three days, and makes me very angry indeed. I will never, ever, forget that song – by which I mean I’ll probably be in therapy for years about it. If it’s a joke, it is both clever and well-executed, but if they’re being serious, then they have a condition and need help. Considering though that the keyboard player arrives dressed like a cross between Bob Dylan, The Dude, and a wizard… it’s a fairly safe bet they’re not.

Capital Coast

Since Space Monkey have basically rewired my mind and left it in rubble, it is on Capital Coast to deliver redemption tonight, not just for my night in particular, but for literally all of music. Like a beaten dog, I find myself pathetically grateful for the songs – praise be, actual songs! – that they drop tonight. Their recent one “Inside Times” recently made it on to the Ted’s Record podcast, but there’s a lot more variety in the set than I’d have expected. Being honest, the dubby, cod-reggae-ish bits leave me cold but halfway through they open up into more raucous terrain and it’s great fun, whacking great slabs of energy and tune to get the heart going. Add that to the fact that they’re having a whale of a time, their massive bass player flailing around like a giant bear at a disco, and it’s just what the psychiatrist ordered after the feverish swamp nightmare of Space Monkey. Well done Capital Coast, and – more sincerely than I can express – thanks.

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Space Monkey

 

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