Nizlopi gig

Blimey! Three weeks ago this was and I’ve only just got around to logging it. James and I went to see Nizlopi [Niz-lopp-ee] at the La Scala in Kings Cross. Up until then, I’d only heard the JCB Song and thought there were a bit of a novelty one hit wonder. I still think they … Continue reading “Nizlopi gig”

Blimey! Three weeks ago this was and I’ve only just got around to logging it. James and I went to see Nizlopi [Niz-lopp-ee] at the La Scala in Kings Cross. Up until then, I’d only heard the JCB Song and thought there were a bit of a novelty one hit wonder. I still think they could be a one hit wonder, but that would be a shame.

The gig wasn’t quite what I expected – samples, hand claps, rap, double bass, gold discs, beat-boxing, crowd participation, deep inhalation and plenty of video documentation. Gary Dunne, who I’ve not heard of provided the warm-up.
I remember seeing KT Tunstall’s exclusive appearance on Later… and being very impressed with her live sampling and cut and paste solo style. Dunne does much the same but with a rockier feel, vocal effects and some crowd participation. I really enjoyed Gary Dunne and the amount of sound one guy can make with only a guitar and looping thingies. Things were looking up.


There was a bit of a cheer and then bemusement before some fella in the crowd with a scarf on – a bloody scarf on – started yelling out whilst the short guy next to him strummed a guitar. Turns out, these two are in fact, Nizlopi. Shame his voice didn’t carry a bit more really. I was standing only a couple of yards away trying to catch what was going on through the wall of camera phones, and could hardly hear him. I should think the people upstairs were holding in their farts so they didn’t drown him out!

Eventually he realised all that singing and the scarf weren’t such a good idea in such a close environment, and they jumped up on the stage and plugged they’re guitars into those nice big boxes called amplifiers. Which was nice, although I think Luke may have plugged his into a box of fudge, because we didn’t hear much of that. John, the bass player was very impressive. Especially when beat-boxing at the same time. I couldn’t believe how much work this guys did all night. His must collapse when he walks off stage.
Luke was busy gobbing out about 20 words per second. I can’t remember what they all were now, but I think I remember relating to some and a bit about President Bush being a wanker.

About half way through, some suited chap (who I’m told was Luke’s dad and the duos manager) walks onto the stage with some notes and stops the gig. Kinda stemming the flow a bit, I thought he was going to tell the boys off for making a bit too much noise and inviting too many friends round. Instead, it was a drawn out award ceremony for their 400,000 selling single.

Then, after saying about five time who John and Luke’s all time greatest influences were, in true Cilla Black style, surprise surprise "they’re here with us tonight!" Who were they? I don’t know, some oldies called Rory Mcleod and Danny Thompson. Now, this seemed to go on for about 10 minutes, by which time a couple of people had shouted "get on with it" and I was pretty close. But it seemed like everyone around me was loving it might have given me a damn stern look if I had.

After clearing the wrinklies off, but failing to sweep away the amateur cameramen they played some more tunes. Sure enough, that Rory bloke was back armed with a harmonica. He was actually quite good though. All in all I enjoyed it. It was good fun singing along and I thought we all sounded quite good in parts. The couple behind me thought they were really cool shouting out the all the swear words – shhhh, don’t let Luke’s dad hear you. I think I will get the album at some stage, but I’m not in a huge rush.