If there’s ever a time you are adamant that you should have dated the nerdy band boy in high school, it’s when you’re at a Hot Potatoes Band gig. The boys mesh together like a bunch of misfits who have turned noticeably sexy when instrument meets hand (and lips).
We were more than blessed to find ourselves gliding about the floor of the Newtown Social Club this past Sunday to their collection of covers and originals, reminiscing their earlier sets at Festival of the Sun on those long summer days, except in the dank and dark lighting of the Sydney venue, things suddenly turned a lot less “summer days” and a lot more “please be my husband now” as chicks swooned and guys grooved along with their hands firmly on their gals in jealousy of the talent before them.
Photo Above - Cheap Fakes In Support
The need for acoustic, live sets that these hot spuds (famously termed by my best friend’s mum who is actually the coolest lady ever - thanks Mel) are serving up along the east coast is real, my friends. There’s something about going back in time to when your mum forced you to learn the flute but it meant you could sit at a perfect viewing angle from the saxophone players in school band.
The something is this: big bands, woodwind and brass bands - they’re hella awesome and should not be a niche. Come on, you know you’ve still got a residual crush on the trumpet playing boy you “hated” in primary school. Just think about your talented future babies. Thank you boys (men!?) for a swinger of an evening, to the Newtown Social Club for hosting these boys, and Daniel in particular for your killer sousaphone solos. Sousaphone solos should be your instagram handle (if you have one). I’m such a millennial.
Reviewer: Ruth Hodge