The Morning After Girls

The Morning After Girls are the ghosts of The Dandy Warhols invoking the spirit of Simon & Garfunkle, in a melancholy musical wraparound that hugs you like a caring relative at the funeral of a forgotten uncle. As the Australian five-piece stand moodily on Koko’s stage before a clubbing crowd, their fuzz-grunge grappling is operating on a level some place else, far away amongst the dust of the outback.

‘Run For Your Lives’ chugs along like a sufficiently oiled truck, with a low hum that broods like a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club b-side. Heads nod and feet tap, but any real connection between the crowd and the band remain unrealised.

Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. It’s a Friday night, people are out to have a good time, and despite best intentions, The Morning After Girls fail to capture the moment. Each songs continues in the same vein as the last and people fill the time by stocking up on alchopops and double shots to lather them up for post-show dancefloor tomfoolery.

‘Hidden Space’ thumbs a ride with a little more grace than its contemporaries, but lacks any new innovation to make it memorable. By the end of it, you can’t help feeling that once The Morning After Girls have left this town, their presence will hardly be remembered, let alone missed.

FUTURE GIGS

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