I should be seriously ashamed of this review. It stems a bit too much from the pelvis. But then, after such banter and madness, it was inevitable.
In 1941, US close harmony singer trio The Andrews Sisters released their biggest hit ‘Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’, an innocent ode to musician drafted into the American armed forces. In 2015, Southampton’s The Lounge Kittens seemingly have decided that The Andrews Sisters didn’t threaten to “shit in your tour bag” nearly enough. That’s the miserable and graphic-sounding outburst you get from blue-mohawked Timia Gwendoline for you even daring not to sing live rock favourites, converted to a lounge, cabaret style such as Andrew WK’s ‘Party Hard’ or Limp Bizkit’s ‘Rollin’, in favour of a Christmas song.
It is all in the spirit of being a kitten.
Tonight’s tinsel-covered Engine Rooms show is a homecoming performance for the three, closing 2015 with a reflection upon their spectacular success, such as supporting Steel Panther live on tour, and a spot on the Download Festival bill. The family Christmas party-style atmosphere is plain odd, as tables for ten, with champagne are offered, and the band members could be spotted in the crowd, chatting and hugging friends. Zan Lawther (rumour has it that you can see her neon pink hair from the International Space Station) earlier could be seen going especially ballistic during the fantastic support set from Showhawk Duo, who themselves have twisted club classics to be played incredibly on acoustic guitar.
Fellow Kittens Zan, and brilliant, bespectacled keyboardist Jenny Deacon retaliate Timia’s misery by discussing how Timia’s short, sequin covered dress was very close to showing off her ‘glory hole’, before accusing her of having a “huge cock”. After all, there is something hilariously and beautifully baffling about three awesome females singing about “my cock and balls” during a cover of Steel Panther’s ‘Gloryhole’. It is all horrifyingly fitting about discussing these polar opposites. It is just the structure that the The Lounge Kittens are built on – whether or not they had ever considered heavy metal and cabaret as represented by as a man and a woman’s naughty bits, and their enjoyable fusion. After all, their perfectly intertwined and harmonized voices make Alice Cooper’s ‘Poison’ sound slinkier and sexier than one could ever have imagined.
It wouldn’t be much of a surprise either way, and we love them for that.