Eighties, here we come
There is genuine excitement at thet fact that Hurricane Party are playing with a roar of approval when they come on. My God, they're eighties though, complete with long, blond perms, topless drummer, singer in tight trousers, and clichéd stage moves - but the most striking feature is that the whole band are indecently skinny!
The singer's party piece seems to be swinging his hair but everybody seems to be getting into a party mood as the Hurricane Party proceed to rock everybody. And everybody is getting into it in a big way, so it seems rude not to join in. Besides, it may be '80s metal, but there's a good deal of rock and hip swinging action from the band. One of the strangest moments of the set is the synchronised head-banging from one of the guitarists and the bassist. The band aren't the only people indulging in a bit of hip swinging either, because with songs like 'Stole My Pride', . . .dammit, it makes you want to dance like a crazed lunatic.
But wait, we get a change of style. A new song they play indulges in the sort of Guns 'N' Roses balladry Axl Rose would be proud of, which of course doesn't automatically make it good - it isn't bad, however. The chilled out mood is a nice change, and gives us a rest to catch our breath. It doesn't last long, however, before the party starts again and the dancing begins again.
But even good parties need to come to an end, and Hurricane Party are good in small doses. For all that, it was a highly enjoyable set even if it's not entirely memorable.