A motley, mostly hungover crowd (it’s a Sunday), sip ciders and drag on shirts from the merch stand awaiting the British rock outfit we’ve come to know so well over the past decade. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Opening act Eves Karydas gives a solid electro-pop performance, belting out the indie smash Further Than The Planes Fly as we begin to forget about our sore heads. We are standing in the middle of the mosh and the energy is intensifying with every beat.
When The Wombats take the stage, one thing is glaringly obvious: Matthew Murphy is a bonafide rockstar. He oozes charisma and quirky tales, and holy shit, the bloke can sing. Word on the street is the gang had no idea what a “wombat” was when they named the band but they have evidently worked it out since as throughout the performance we are treated to several groovy animations featuring the Aussie marsupial in all its glory.
The group are seasoned performers and it certainly shows. They belt out an impressive collection pulled from several past albums and include enough standout hits to keep the crowd more than energised. As expected, they close the gig with old school smashes such as Tokyo - Vampires & Wolves and Let’s Dance to Joy Division. A particular highlight is Murphy’s stripped back rendition of Lethal Combination. By this point, the audience is hooked on every word and as per the show instructions, keen to “forget it’s Sunday night.”
The final few songs are accompanied by a glitzy, highly effective light show and the always popular release of several colourful, excessively large balloons. One particular audience member makes an effort to pop one of these lovely balloons which does not go down well with the band or the crowd.
All in all, The Wombats give a lively, jam packed performance. They’re true showmen and come across as genuine blokes to boot. Catch them if you can, you won’t be disappointed. After all, everyone needs to boogie in the midst of a mosh to Greek Tragedy at least once in their lifetime.