Young up-and-comer Kate Kyle would be starting off the night. I had the chance to see her before at Resonate Live 2018, so I knew that she was able, it was just a case of seeing how much she has developed over the course of the last year.
Her greatest asset is her voice, which was really broad and mature despite her age, and she was capable of hitting some pretty extensive notes. She could tackle both melodic, mid-tempo songs and quiet, gentler pieces, mostly falling into the pop/country category.
Her words held attention, her guitar playing was solid and there was never that impression of her slacking at any moment, and while not nervous per se, it did feel like she loosened up as she proceeded.
A couple of shaky spots, but overall, not only a pleasant warm-up prior to the upcoming madness, but a good showcase for an aspiring musician who could potentially grow into something special down the road.
Next were electronic pop Kendama, an act I hadn’t seen as of yet but who I had been following keenly across what has been a bountiful 2019 for them, and in the face of the dreaded tour-end exhaustion, the boys still went up and put on a doozy of a showing.
The enthusiasm was off the freaking charts here, and even though the turnout wasn’t the biggest, they nonetheless managed to get the people involved and engaged with minimal effort; an immediate positive that makes them worth the time of day because let’s be honest here, if they don’t care, why should I and everyone else care?
Not only was Stuart a fervent vocalist and fine keyboard player, but man, was he full of beans, dancing like a coked up lunatic about the wide open stage as if his life depended on it; his stride only slipping whenever the cable slipped out his mic, to which he responded by kicking an innocent nearby water bottle.
John was a mighty drummer, belting out these resounding beats in a fast, furious and focused fashion, giving the music an extra pinch of intensity while he was proudly grinning all the way through.
The perfect cure to the Sunday night blues, it was a dazzling and energetic affair with intoxicating vibes. They put in the work here, and gave me my money’s worth as a result.
I had been waiting months to see Dunfermine’s resident wee belter Amy Lou in action again following a strong showing at King Tuts back in the summer, and my anticipation was higher following the release of her hot new single, so plenty of buzz to go around here.
From the get go, she came running in with her usual no-f*cks-given mentality. She was spirited and even sometimes raunchy in her singing, nicely shredding away on her customised Irn-Bru themed guitar as she went.
Lewis Capaldi look-a-like Scott was slick in churning out funky basslines, and glamorous Boohoo model Joe was a sturdy hard-hitter behind the kit.
We got a decent rocking rendition of Belinda Carlisle’s “gay anthem” Heaven and her standard sweet, stripped back solo cover of Pulp’s Common People, to which the audience chimed along, and as evidence of just how powerful her voice could get, she had absolutely no need for the microphone here.
The familiar Fiat Five Hunner featured a catchy chorus, Tonic Wine was darker and magnetic, and Don’t Worry About The Distance was a loving tribute to the one and only Donald J Makin.
Finishing on the vibrant Chania and the dynamically bouncing Addiction, the latter inducing a Kendama mosh pit and some nutter taking it to the skies, it was a straight up fun and glorious display.
Amy Lou may have a massive ego – her words, not mine, by the by – but it cannot be denied that she is massively fabulous.