Kitted out with some new guitars and a few more international shows under their belts, The Parlotones managed to rock the small town of Boksburg at the Firkin last night. As hard-core fans, we dusted off our passports, filled up with over priced petrol and headed east.
The Firkin has hosted a few brilliant bands over the last few weeks (I’m becoming a local *cringe*), and the lads and ladies from Boksburg are starting to catch on.
The Black Hotels opened the evening and got most people’s attention off the cricket and onto the stage. I’ve never been a big fan of this band, but they are really starting to grow on me.
Due to previous lack of opportunities in the more popular venues, I stood pretty much near the front and could actually see the entire band at any given time. I could even see the colour of Kahn’s eyes – a rare find.
Their energy, antics and Kahn’s dance(?) moves that never get stale, make them one of the best stage shows to date. He knows how to hold any crowd, despite having to blow his nose and losing his guitar – sort of – during the gig.
I love their new songs the more I hear them and they are just as brilliant and addictive as those on Radiocontrolledrobot – the new album is going to be a killer.
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