drum media
- 22.6.94 live
review
kinselas
22.6.94 grunge may come and acid jazz may go but there'll always be a place
for pure clean[ish] pop. enter leonardo's bride, a five piece with a pop heart
so big that victor chang [may he rest in peace] would have shown more than a
passing interest in.
mind you, i'm standing
in a former funeral palour, it's mid week, it's late, there's a pair of
candelabras blazing at the front of the stage and a mirror balls that threatens
to spin into action at any second. yet the 'bride [if i dare be so informal]
rise above all this, with their predominately acoustic guitar, upright bass and
jaunty keyboards approach to this crazy little thing called pop. out front is a
glimmering female vision in gold, with a sturdy set of tonsils that would be the
envy of many of our more reknown songstresses [no names, no pack drill - but you
know who you are] while her consort in melody on guitar [mandolin etc] would
look just as much at home in some seattle outfit as he does here [the big haired
look i believe it's called]. but unlike most of those sonic charlatans, he
displays enviable multi-instrumentalist skills. it's not all just feel good pop
though, as they stir dashes of gospel, grunge and folkiness into the musical
brew.
these might be early
days and the groundswell is only just, erm, swelling, but with echos of the
plums' melodic melancholia and lashings of pop savvy, leonardo's bride could
turn out to be a marriage made in pop heaven. the freaky dancer and the man in
the trench coat [you had to be there] seemed very pleased.
jeff apter .. |