The Wombats are young and exuberant, the Wombats are English (from Liverpool) and you can hear it at each syllable they pronounce, which was probably another element of seduction for all these girls cheering up, front row of the Red Bull stage at the Culture Collide festival last Sunday.
Visuals were transforming the show into a living acid trip for the crowd’s immense pleasure, and there obviously were big fans front row, who knew all the lyrics and had an absolute great time.
They attacked their set with a calm fury, which, I am well aware of this, sounds like an oxymoron, but it’s the best I can do to describe their impetuousness on stage, doubled by a quietude and detachment in the vocals.
They mixed funky and bouncy rhythms with high-pitch falsetto vocals and put up a real summer party at the end of this sunny fall afternoon, making people in the crowd dance, not too hard, it was rather a gentle and languid dance, but you can’t do too much when it’s hot.
I’m 15 years old, I can kick and stretch, I’m 15 years old!’ she
no joking, i’m always joking
a bold claim for freedom
