Review by Steve Bennett

Their outlook, and their gags, are woefully standard: vegetarians are all hairy-armpitted hippy chicks, climate change is great cos we all like warmer weather, and everybody hates the Americans – which they explore in a song cunningly titled We Hate The Americans. And every time they suggest something that’s not politically correct, they feel the need to point out that it’s satire, just to avoid confusion.

Yet they somehow think this is all insightful, thought-provoking stuff, introducing one silly number as ‘something you don’t need your brains for’ - as if a song about using fat kids to plug the hole in the ozone layer is too taxing.

For all their comic naivity, though, the trio can hold a tune – even one that requires three-part harmonies - and their set is jolly enough not to flag, and to accommodate the bizarre heckles of the loudmouths near the back.

The preppy Steve can be a bit stage-school cheesy at times, but he’s balanced by Matt, giving so many ironic sideways glances to the audience that it’s in danger of becoming a fixed stare, and guitarist Phil, who says little, but when he does, it’s dry and smart.

They have a couple of good songs – including a spot-on observation about three hits that share the same chord progression - a handful of decent jokes, and an infectiously jaunty attitude. They just need to write the blandness out of their system and find their own point of view.

Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Melbourne, April 2007

Review date: 1 Jan 2007
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett