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Luke Toms
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Band Name:
Luke Toms
Venue:
Camden Dingwalls
Support Acts:
N/A
Date:
Tuesday 21st November
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Reviewed on Nov 29, 2006
by Gary Lancaster (Gary).
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1930’s core. What on earth is that about then? Well… allow Luke Toms to introduce you… it’s music, and it’s 1930’s to the core.
For many, my self included in this, the prospect of a 1930’s influenced solo artist might just seem a little too peculiar. A little over avant-garde. Indeed, appearing on stage dressed as if one had just left the darkest depths of the Peruvian jungle with top hat and umbrella to boot, might just be too much.
Somehow though, the charismatic Toms’ manages to pull off this strange display of a stunt. Without a hint of satire, the handlebar moustached loon took to the stage in front of an audience that really had no clue as to what to expect. Being the opening act has it’s shortfalls, but without a doubt the fact that Luke Toms presence was so unexpected really made his set a pleasant change from the status quo.
Playing what is likely to be nearly his entire repertoire of songs from his pending release; Toms’ treated the audience to some insight as to the workings of an undoubted musical genius. His abuse of the piano and keyboard is without a doubt the kind of loving abuse only a gifted musician can offer a well tuned instrument. Intricate songs are coupled with surprisingly simplistic lyricism which all adds up to a pleasant listening experience all round.
Even in light of the synthesizer jamming on one continuous note, his set continued and when he attempted a true dance-kick a wry smile crept over not only the audience but the band itself too. Indeed, Toms’ was to be seen laughing at his own bizarre behaviour, and frankly, he’s got every reason to do so.
Without a doubt one of the most interesting acts that I’ve seen this year, Luke Toms is either a genius or totally insane. With the predefined line seemingly being thin between the two, he might just be the missing link connecting them. Either way, his debut record comes out early next year on Island records, and I can’t wait to see what mysteries he will bring from that metaphorical jungle that cleary, is his mind.
1930’s, to the core.
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