The Vivians - Bannermans, September 18
prepare for ""the eargasm of your lives.""
| 13 Oct 2006
I never thought Febreze would make a good metaphor (and really, it probably doesn't), but the welcome arrival of The Vivians all but guarantees a serious freshening up of the Scottish live scene. This five-piece is as facetious as they come, and photogenic to boot (think Vivienne Westwood meets Salvador Dali). Shamelessly donning rock n' roll parody with pride; they've got the hair, now they want the groupies ("can we get all the sluts to the front please?")!
You know mischief's afoot when their own personal Master of Ceremonies (honest), with toe-curling smuttiness, exhorts the audience to prepare for "the eargasm of your lives." And so it begins.
The music is tight - invoking the spirit of punk but distilling it through the ennui of these cynical times. The animated front man is the deliciously unhinged Damon Deville, cavorting (no other word) with the delivery and appearance of what might happen if Robert Smith banged up Karen O. And so, The Vivians administer cliché with a well-timed enema. Dandy? Most definitely. Beano probably, too. [Ruth Rettie]
You know mischief's afoot when their own personal Master of Ceremonies (honest), with toe-curling smuttiness, exhorts the audience to prepare for "the eargasm of your lives." And so it begins.
The music is tight - invoking the spirit of punk but distilling it through the ennui of these cynical times. The animated front man is the deliciously unhinged Damon Deville, cavorting (no other word) with the delivery and appearance of what might happen if Robert Smith banged up Karen O. And so, The Vivians administer cliché with a well-timed enema. Dandy? Most definitely. Beano probably, too. [Ruth Rettie]