Words by Ben Robinson
If The Gooch Palms hadn’t told the faithful mosh-pit-punters at Jive that Thursdays show was their first ever headline gig in Adelaide, the crowd would've been none the wiser. Strutting on the stage in matching bomber jackets and sporting matching hairstyles (seriously), boyfriend/girlfriend rock-and-roll-powerhouses Leroy Macqueen and Kat Friend make the stage their own.
Sure, as soon as The Goochies hit the stage it became a rousing success of crowd-surfing and Aussie-punk anthems, but the night did not begin so successfully. Supporting The Gooch Palms were two Adelaide bands, Tough Boys and The Beverly Chills.
Where to begin…
If you are yet to experience the Tough Boys, do yourselves a favour and acquire a ticket to their next show. Don’t forget to take a friend – you’ll need someone to share the experience with. Dressed in fluro green, playing weirdly shaped guitars and busting out synchronised dance moves, these were quite possibly the most perfect support act for The Gooch Palms imaginable. Nevertheless, it took the audience a while to connect with them.
Unfortunately, second support group The Beverly Chills weren’t as perfect. In context, I’m sure they’d put on a killer show, but considering this crowd was in the mood for some happy-go-lucky Newcastle punk, The Beverly Chills’ self-proclaimed brand of “Lo-Fi Goth Hardcore Surf Punk” wasn't received that well. The Beverly Chills are a prime example of local Adelaide talent, but the crowd wasn’t really feeling it.
Nevertheless, at 9:30pm, the main attraction pounced onto stage. The duo started with their amps turned up to 11 and didn’t slow down once. Getting straight to business with ‘Living Room Bop’, the audience welcomed the band as one of their own in true Adelaide fashion; The Gooch Palms performed as if it was a homecoming show.
Their signature take on fast-paced blood-pumping garage-rock never failed to thrill or excite the dedicated crowd; not slowing down for one second, Leroy and Kat don’t go as far as three songs without thanking the audience for making their first ever Adelaide headline gig so special.
Their constant and unwavering appreciation of their fans is testament to their honesty and humility, traits that are often lost in this current musical climate. Nevertheless, the besotted crowd is just as appreciative of The Goochies for making the stop in Adelaide. Not short of surprises, they even blasted through a Goochie-fied cover of another Newcastle band, smashing out a rough-and-ready take on Silverchair’s ‘Tomorrow.' This, along with the regular song introduction of “This is a song about Newcastle” proves that The Gooch Palms, despite living in star-studded L.A, refuse to forget where they hail from.
A band sticking so true to their roots is both refreshing and admirable. Unfortunately, the night had to come to an end eventually, but before Kat had even finished playing the final crescendo of their final song, Leroy was already running around the audience, shaking hands, hugging people and expressing his gratitude for their support.
This reviewer is not a religious person, but there are two things I believe in: rock-and-roll, and The Gooch Palms.
Tl;dr - They came, they saw, and they conquered.