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Our eyes locked across a crowded room, and in an instant we were in love. Except she didn’t have any eyes, and the crowded room itself was what I became enraptured with. It was The Old Museum on a windy winter night – somewhere between the high echoing ceilings, the old world charm and the vibrant early sounds of The Landing, tonight would be a lovely but all too fleeting romance. The Landing get things moving with an eclectic range of sounds, some reggae, some goodtime country folk, a dollop of funk and many fun harmonies.
The punters on the balcony blowing smoke rings and sipping brews outnumber those on the aged floor until Bang Bang Boss Kelly bust out some infectious melodies and leap from tall amp stacks. Acoustic folk with a punk rock attitude, the band charge through songs from their shiny new EP and even a fiery version of Folsom Prison Blues. Five young kids with sleeve tattoos probably shouldn’t be able to make a song about a desperate existence in correctional facilities sound so fun – the same could be said for their own odes to pretty girls and break-ups that are complemented by close harmonies and frantic guitars.
They’re a hard act to follow, so before I could line up for another drink, much of the crowd had dissipated, leaving The Re-Mains without much to work with. Some clamber for chairs once again on the balcony, others have already left with further plans for Saturday night, but the band stands their ground with another weird melange of slinky grooves, country-fried instrumentals and some Tim Rogers-esque rock & roll swagger from leader Mick Daley. Parting is such sweet sorrow, particularly when there’s uncertainty about when paths shall meet again, but as I walk down Brunswick Street, my mind already wanders to when The Old Museum and I can be together again.
MITCH ALEXANDER
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