
For Ladyhawke singer Pippa Brown at least, what has become the runaway success album of the last 12 months, was simply her exercise in making songs for lovers of nostalgia. The blueprint is 80s pop-soul, but done with freakishly authentic attention to detail which easily transcended Ladyhawke’s many contemporaries who were all borrowing and bottling typical 80s-centric sounds and creating a movement in the process. Whatever it was she tapped into on her debut album, it brought with it a wave of accolades and international recognition for the shy New Zealander. Unfortunately it’s this shyness that permeates through the Ladyhawke live show, or at least the one witnessed at the Forum tonight. Pippa has clearly walked out of her bedroom - where the songs were apparently composed - and onto a stage without any sign of a transition into live performer. Brown tonight is playing a rather un-dynamic conduit of the songs which have made her a household name.
It isn’t all bad news though for us, her eager audience who have waited a considerable amount of time for this – her first major headlining Australian tour, no less than a year after the album first hit the shelves. A great deal of work has gone into the stage presentation, including a huge water colour portrait of a howling wolf by artist Sarah Larnach (who also did the My Delirium video), a first class light show, and a particularly overzealous smoke machine. The usual pre-show wait involving looking at roadies fiddling around with knobs for as long as it takes to slowly drain the bar is replaced tonight by ridiculous amounts purple lit smoke gradually engulfing the stage. I suddenly feel like I’m in Purple Rain and Prince is about to burst through the fog in his high heeled boots, and shove Let’s Go Crazy in our faces. No sooner had that thought made me forget who I was here to see, than the four silhouetted members of Ladyhawke’s band emerge from the cloud and move into position.

The problematic ‘mumbling’ mentioned before has caused a fan down the front to start shouting at Pip to ‘turn her mic up’ to which the singers responds “It doesn’t have a volume control – I can’t just turn a knob and make it louder”. I feel bad for Pip during this exchange because for the first time you can see her frustration with the obvious sound problems that have affected the show so far. It’s time to pull out the hits and calm the savages, and so is the case with Back Of The Van. How that song with it’s ‘you set me on, you set me on fire’ refrain could not have been lifted from some teen drama/comedy circa 1987, is incredible. Back Of The Van has won back a few disgruntled I’m-not-dancing-anymore-‘til-she-sings-better fans near the front, and so with the momentum up again at last, we get Crazy World, Better Than Sunday and Paris Is Burning back-to-back. During the latter song, Pip steps away from the mic for the first time tonight, giving herself room to drop in a pretty fat guitar solo and extending Paris Is Burning by a couple of minutes.

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