Through ‘Superstar’’s grimy headbang, ‘The Bounce’’s sarcastic crunch, the neon terrordome refrain of “Drink! Smoke! Fuck! Fight!” on ‘Liquid Lives’ and the epileptic bounce of ‘That Boy That Girl’, we are taught a new language… one we don’t yet fully understand. His neck bandana raised bandit-style, a handicam pointed towards the crowd, the original Hoxton hero proceeds to splice grime, hardcore, rave and whatever else he found in the £1-or-less bin of HMV into a cocksure mash that veritably owns 2007. There simply isn’t enough punctuation in the world to convey how fresh, how assured, how bleeding-bloody-edge this band are becoming.Īdorned in skinny-fit jeans and his trademark yellow cap, James Hadouken! swans onstage to pandemonium. In fact, Hadouken! are the only band in the world who should be legally required to add extra exclamation marks to their name. Haters still claim that their music should only be played on buses, on the MP3-phones of ASBO-bound teen try-hards. Crawling out of the primordial soup of the blogosphere late last year, Hadouken! (views: 649,794, friends: 33,034) celebrate only their 23rd gig tonight. Because it seems that, while everyone was looking the other way, a brand new band have eaten Britain from the inside. Of all the garish fashion statements on show though, there’s one that greets you at every turn: a white T-shirt with a big green H! on it. With glowsticks by the fistful and MySpace T-shirts in vulgar pinks, oranges and limes. Indie Cindies abound, their pink leggings and Tetris coloured hoodies clashing with the lumo fairylight glasses that everyone’s favourite “place for friends” is handing out along A venue normally reserved for students quietly supping cheap lager, it now looks like a fluoro fruit bowl.
CHEAP AS BLEEP FULL
They are developing an original comedic voice that’s blasting away any remnants of dull, straight and blah comedy and declaring the future as glorious, queer and full of wonderfully embarrassing bleep bloops.We might be wrong, but we’re betting that ULU has seen nothing like the MySpace Bleep Bleep Tour before. If Lou Wall stood on stage and read Ikea instructions, it would still be unmissable. And we’re so happy to see them that singing along is easy, even when songs have layers of meaning and revelation that sneak up and remind us that being comfortable and happy isn’t as easy as it sounds in a pop song. With the kind energy and enthusiasm that’s as contagious as that damn thing that is still causing shows to cancel, Lou treats their audience like a best friend who they haven’t seen in ages. There’s a song about anti-depressants – that should be played to anyone who doesn’t understand that mental health conditions can be treated – one about their love for short kings, and an anthem that might become a theme song for many festivals: “Gays are always late”. And despite their own bleep bloops, this is a show about being comfortable even when things are awkward. In a lime green shortie tracksuit with cobalt blue stripes, Lou is ready to rave and be comfortable. While not as personal as their extraordinary 2021 That One Time I Joined the Illuminati, this new show draws on similar themes and re-visits past highlights like a new verbatim singing of a social media conversation. An album about being gay, not being sad and embracing the pleasure of being a minor menace.īleep Bloops are the oops, how-did-that-escalate and so-embarrassing-that-it-belongs-in-a-pop-song moments in life.
So, after setting the standard for online brilliance during lockdown, they are back on stage with a live pop album. Lou Wall’s had enough of making shows about depression and mental health.
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