"Lie on the grass", I was thinking. Relax. Stretch out to idly watch Eddy Current play to a lucky 50 or 60 people who shelled out $38 bucks at the end of a long work day, for the privilege of seeing the band alongside lions, giraffes, snakes. Maybe a few dozen mates. Some people sipping Chardonnay over by the BBQ. Some dudes down the front with a six pack. Curious passers by.
Eddy Current Suppression Ring - Live at Melbourne Zoo
Eddy Current are pretty weird. There’s so much absence in what they do. Of ego. Of layers to their music. Of anything remotely cool, hip or adhering to the current climate at all. That’s not to say they’re retro. If anything their garage-boogie rock is so unfettered by anything like timeliness that it manages a purity beyond probably even the intention of the four men making it. It’s when what seemed like a good idea at the time, actually is.
People dance with their hips. A swivel and a swagger on even the po-faced moustachioed whippets who look like they thought this was the week Van She were on. Kids are on the shoulders of parents. Parents with smiles on their faces. Brendan Suppression winds his body around his microphone lead while bassist Rob Solid bounces with giddy excitement, laughing every now and then at his toddlers side of stage doing the same. The release of tension a conduit for everyong to follow.
Yep. It’s a joyous, exciting, and weird, weird thing.