Gig Review: Beach Baby

Words and photographs by Elli Webb

I'd been working at a hostel in Scotland for a few weeks before I realised I was missing the kind of energy that on-the-go backpacking had me used to. Up until then, it had been weeks of nothing but making beds, trips to Tesco to stock up on vegemite and mandarins, and routine, though very amusing, games of poker with new hostel friends and travellers alike. 

That morning, after I mopped the kitchen floor and explained to a guest that Australia is in fact much bigger than Italy, I stopped at Beach Baby’s UK tour poster as I scrolled down my news feed. Within minutes I had a couple of tickets to the band's Glasgow show, and was blasting their debut LP through the hostel's speakers for the several days that followed. 

Beach Baby is a 4-piece band that combines alternative/indie sounds with a strand of rock most synonymous with the post-punk era (a genre derived in the wake of the 1970s punk movement). They found each other via an ad posted online in 2014 by frontmen Ollie and Lawrence, and the 4 boys of English and Greek decent quickly united to create their Limousine EP. All four original tracks then went on to form the foundation of full-length album No Mind No Money, released in September this year. 

 

I jam to their ‘Can we still be friends? playlist on Spotify religiously, and it’s pretty easy to see how they’ve gone from listening to such great music, to so swiftly making tunes of the same ilk on their own accord. Tracks ‘Smoke won’t get me high’ and ‘Ladybird’ were absolute killers at the gig, and naturally, now feature quite heavily in my Spotify repertoire. Guitarist / vox Ollie oozed all kinds of sex appeal during both tracks on stage and during the rest of the set, which seemed pretty well-received considering many audience members looked as if they were there for the support bands, not the headliners. 

I don’t blame them. We’re all guilty of paying local favourites more attention sometimes (Bill did just that at his last gig), plus both bands who opened showcased serious talent. The Ninth Wave delivered some kind of refined rock vs. post-apocaliptic punk set that was surprisingly very very cool to witness. The band members looked way too young to be as good as they were. They made really unusual music but their charisma had me attentive and dancin' along with them all the way. 

Quiche was the absolute opposite. It was almost like they were a little audacious, daring you not to like them. A miss-match of personalities reminiscent of the Superbad cast with a lead-singer who could have walked straight off the That 70s Show set as Kelso - the band's ‘look’ couldn’t have been any more conflicting. The music, however, was totally spot on, and really set the tone for a night of good times. In the end, all three as an ensemble resulted in a confused mix of music, but, isolated from one another, they were each great fun. Beach Baby were smoothest of all, opting to keep cool throughout whilst giving us a set that ensured all sonic desires would be satisfied.

AUXElli WebbComment