Anna NeonOrdinary Angel
October 9th 2007 00:26
Angie Hart
Factory Theatre, Newtown
October 5, 2007
After seeing Angie Hart play live, I think I understand why she called her debut solo album Grounded Bird. Poor Angie just can’t get off the ground. Playing to a sparse crowd at The Factory Theatre, Newtown, perhaps she just wasn’t feeling the vibe, perhaps she was just nervous. Either way, the show was relatively uninteresting.
Being a fan of both Frente and Splendid in the past, I went along to check out what she had to offer in her new solo career and unfortunately I discovered that it wasn’t much. I endured banal song after banal song, all reeking of naïve, romantic longing and the same melancholy energy that was determined to do little more than put me to sleep. Needless to say, I was disappointed.
For someone who has been in the industry for over ten years, I expected a little more pizzazz, not to mention some joie des vivre. But it was sad, lacklustre singing for Miss Angie with a good dose of awkwardness and very poor showmanship throughout her show. Angie performed each droning tune like a twelve-year-old schoolgirl at her first concert.
Perhaps it was designed to be cute, but cute without charisma just spells boring. There was practically no connection with the audience or the songs themselves. They didn’t feel like her words, her stories. It felt like her mother had forced her to be up there on stage. Perhaps her mother dressed her too. Meow.
For those who are big fans of Angie, this may have been an enjoyable experience, but I fail to see how. The stand out track on the album is Asleep, which boasts rawness and self-discovery, but with lyrics like “You are not an angel not the gift from saints I thought you’d be, you are like an ice king and you’re picking holes in me” on single; Cold Heart Killer, even Jewel would have cringed. Take me back to the days of Accidentally Kelly Street and the much loved cover of Bizarre Love Triangle.
Factory Theatre, Newtown
October 5, 2007
After seeing Angie Hart play live, I think I understand why she called her debut solo album Grounded Bird. Poor Angie just can’t get off the ground. Playing to a sparse crowd at The Factory Theatre, Newtown, perhaps she just wasn’t feeling the vibe, perhaps she was just nervous. Either way, the show was relatively uninteresting.
Being a fan of both Frente and Splendid in the past, I went along to check out what she had to offer in her new solo career and unfortunately I discovered that it wasn’t much. I endured banal song after banal song, all reeking of naïve, romantic longing and the same melancholy energy that was determined to do little more than put me to sleep. Needless to say, I was disappointed.
For someone who has been in the industry for over ten years, I expected a little more pizzazz, not to mention some joie des vivre. But it was sad, lacklustre singing for Miss Angie with a good dose of awkwardness and very poor showmanship throughout her show. Angie performed each droning tune like a twelve-year-old schoolgirl at her first concert.
Perhaps it was designed to be cute, but cute without charisma just spells boring. There was practically no connection with the audience or the songs themselves. They didn’t feel like her words, her stories. It felt like her mother had forced her to be up there on stage. Perhaps her mother dressed her too. Meow.
For those who are big fans of Angie, this may have been an enjoyable experience, but I fail to see how. The stand out track on the album is Asleep, which boasts rawness and self-discovery, but with lyrics like “You are not an angel not the gift from saints I thought you’d be, you are like an ice king and you’re picking holes in me” on single; Cold Heart Killer, even Jewel would have cringed. Take me back to the days of Accidentally Kelly Street and the much loved cover of Bizarre Love Triangle.
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