LIVE: Hair Die, Sloan Peterson @ The Oxford Circus, Sydney, 6th Oct

Sharp lines, sharp tunes, sharp attitudes all round

Sloan Peterson

For a new project, I’ve got an unusually long history with Sloan Peterson > http://j.mp/2dumWYW. I’m pretty sure I shot them opening for much-missed Brisbabes The Go Violets a thousand years ago in the old GoodGod, and I shot them a ton of times as Black Zeros, singer Joe’s previous project (which I loved). Meanwhile, Black Zeros’ bassist was most often the bassist from These New South Whales, who I ended up seeing a bunch of times. And then there’s current guitarist Jesse Redwing, who’s fucking amazing in his own right, who I saw first as Black Zeros’ last bassist and then in his own setup, and was blown away. Yeah, I was basically always coming to this show.

While Black Zeros were always more raw than cooked, this new version is chock full of lovely moments – clever, well-read references abound. It’s *incredibly* reserved, it holds back, which is a rare talent these days. Jesse gets to shred properly just once in the whole set, a sign of both knowing when to unleash shit, and when to be restrained. Moments of punkiness seep through, but the abiding memory is still of groove and polish and swing and French film-making. Anyway, I love it, it’s cool as all hell.

Hair Die

Hair Die are new to me, but at the end of their residency here in the barkingly ornate shabbiness of The Oxford Circus, I get the sense I’ll be seeing more of them. Singer Alys has clearly been putting in work in front of mirrors and/or cameras (I suspect the latter), pulling off some note-perfect rock-pose snarls, the sort that make it blissfully easy to be a gig photographer. This is star material that you’d have to be a moron not to recognise.

While Alys glowers and prowls the stage, the band of boys supply some solid tunes to go with it, and its meaty stuff. Never quite approaching unpleasant, but never letting you get comfortable, it’s muscular guitar pop with a shadow in its soul, a loveable bear with a sore tooth and a rumbly stomach. Coupled with the glittering star fronting it all, it’s a bit of a show already, and that’s on a stage the size of my hat. I think we’ll all start being bloody impressed when they get a shot at spreading their wings a bit. I already am.

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Hair Die


Sloan Peterson