Where: Hammersmith Apollo
Why: My mum wanted to go (and I secretly love them)
Oh, the Overtones. Five friendly chaps just bashing out some
delightful ditties. The harmonies! The slick finger-clickin’ dance moves! The
deep-voiced one! Unashamed cheese-mongers and mum-pleasers, you can’t fault
them for playing right up to their audience of what was basically 3000 larky
ladies seeking a good old dance in the aisles at the Hammersmith Apollo.
If you’re not familiar with the Overtones, imagine One
Direction’s older brothers and you’re pretty much there. It’s something to do
with the way that they just make you smile and you can’t help but enjoy them
even though you feel a bit shifty about it. Simon Cowell would probably say
they had star quality, but I think it’s basically about five quite
nice-looking, high energy dudes, usually in a waistcoat, bopping about to some
lovely melodies, which is all a lot of people want from a musical experience
(still talking about both 1D and the Overtones here – focus now, focus). Anyway
they’re a very nice, enjoyable group and their albums are brilliant to listen
to at work, by way of jazzing you up a bit when you’re wrestling with a
spreadsheet. Plus I’m a sucker for either a squeakily high-pitched voice
(Darren Hayes, the BeeGees, the…high-pitched one from the Overtones) and a
rumbly deep voice (Lachie from the Overtones…) so it’s a win-win for me.
Highlights of this particular evening included my mum
somehow getting into a fight with the woman in front, who ended up moving and
telling my mum to “fall down the stairs and die” (what a bitch), and an
incongruous charity intervention which involved Gethin Jones from Daybreak
collecting a trolley full of canned food in the middle of the second half (yes.
There was an interval).
It was lovely. Lovely.
Brixpig x
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