Photography: Mike Sheerin / michaelsheerin.photoshelter.com

Trudy and the Romance

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  • Her's
  • Tiny Trees
Harvest Sun @ EBGBS 23/3/17

Tonight’s event is both a homecoming and a farewell for the currently nomadic TRUDY AND THE ROMANCE. Returning from a non-stop schedule at the music industry’s equivalent to the marathon, SXSW, the trio make one last appearance before heading out on a national tour set to go down a storm. Having intrigued and evolved over the past couple of years, the Leeds-cum-Liverpool trio have become very much a favourite in their adopted hometown, and tonight is the best show of that cult following. The comfortably full basement seems the perfect space for tonight’s affair; with it’s almost Cavern-like feel and the array of vintage clad youngsters, this underground basement feels alive and kicking, a buzz of both new and exciting music.

Despite being fairly new to the live scene, TINY TREES host some familiar faces amongst their line up. Switching from moments of Mac DeMarco, all mellow slackerdelica, before building into something much more euphoric and intense, the group never stop to allow you to get comfortable in one particular soundscape. With eyes flickering between lead singer Sam’s rather intense and concentrated stage presence and the forever changing caricatured facial expressions of the beglittered synth player, it may have only been a brief glimpse into the new world of Tiny Trees but we are excited to see how it will blossom.

 

Next up is Trudy’s SXSW brothers in arms, HER’S who hail from the exotic climbs of both Norway and Barrow In Furness. Hitting the stage filled with youthful energy, they start up the drum machine and dive straight into the their set. The hazy guitars and droll crooning vocals do not reflect their stage presence, which is quite the opposite. A youthful exuberance exudes from the stage with real radiance as they make up for the lack of drummer; dancing with gleeful abandon, weaving up and down with both guitar and bass. Inbetween songs we are treated to deadpan and often absurdist humour which only adds to their likability. With an overall haziness, the only real change of tempo comes in their latest single, Speed Racer, which sees a much poppier side to the group, with them going for something slightly more upbeat and visceral, with a very real sense of fun to it.

With the crowd well and truly warmed up, it is time for the main attraction themselves. The room full to capacity, the basement venue shows its only flaw, in that, if you are more than three rows back you’ll only rarely be treated to a glimmer of a guitar or a few strands of hair. Sneaking round the side in hope of a better view, we catch our first glimpse of the threesome. Despite a very real sense of melancholia that underpins the majority of their catalogue, there is nothing mournful about them onstage with manic jolted movements, cheshire cat grins and throat warbling. What really strikes you about them is that they don’t quite sound like anything about today. The airwaves are filled with a sound that fuses elements of Brian Wilson and Elvis 45s – who gets a nod with a rendition of I Want You, I Need You, I Love You – but that leaves those records to warp in the sun, giving them a much needed edge for modern consumption. It’s blissful and refreshing to the very end, as we are washed in ladles of doo wop, surf and classic pop.

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