Decked out in skinny jeans and vintage Adidas trainers, Theatre Fall look like a band taking style seriously – style which leaks into their music in lashings. From start to finish you’d be hard pushed to hear a more perfect collection of raucous, anthemic and furiously paced electro-indie songs. Deploying deceptively dinky keyboards and wiry punk guitars to devastatingly pleasing effect, they oversee an instant audience transformation. They are talented, they know it and it doesn't take long for everyone else in the bar to figure it out too.
And then there's the wild showmanship from Duracell-powered front man, Tristan: it's a feat many young bands struggle with but is acquitted here with cheeky aplomb. The band's one flaw? Incessantly plugging their CD and merchandise. On the basis of tonight's performance, this isn't remotely necessary. The only way is up for Theatre Fall.
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