To assist them in capturing this new sound-scope, Holly and David have taken the unprecedented step of encouraging a quality producer into the warm glowing fray. Block chords shimmer in the undertone, like waking up to an Ibiza sunrise after a night of rampant hedonism. This is Eggland powers in like an approaching combine harvester with the thunderous psychedelic howl of ‘Hello, I Am Your Sun’, which seems to blend The Seeds with Electric Wizard, or similarly unmatched underground offshoots. Blessed with a steadily improving musicality, The Lovely Eggs have increasingly hinted at a future heaviness that at one stage would have seemed unthinkable. One of the most memorable events in recent YouTube history was the arresting sight of John Shuttleworth thrusting forth his “sausage roll thumb” in The Eggs’ gorgeously off-kilter ‘Don’t Look at Me (I Don’t Like It)’.īut things have been changing. Despite this enveloping darkness, the duo have continued to present a wonderful day-glo sense of surrealism, powerfully laced by vicious homespun humour. As the band comment, “This is where Pendle Witches were hung.” No one is ever surprised on discovering this fact. In Lancaster, weirdness hovers menacingly in every darkened corner. A fittingly surreal birth, one might conclude, for a Lancaster married couple whose sole aim was to warp the stark realities that lay in abundance in their hometown. Looking forward to it.Twelve years and four albums have flashed by since Holly Ross and David Blackwell fell together as The Lovely Eggs, after watching two pigeon eggs hatch in Paris. There’s no new material in the set tonight and no mention of it either, but they’ve had a couple of years kicking their heels so I don’t think it’ll be long before they’re back. Closing the show this evening by hammering through a couple of This Is Eggland tunes ‘I’m With You’ and a particularly fierce ‘Return of Witchcraft’ and they’re gone. “I wanna masticate with you, I wanna watch while you chew” still a hilarious opening line but it harks back to an earlier version of the band who are steadily moving away from their quirkier moments into something a little darker and angrier. In the old-classic-near-the-end spot tonight we get a joyously scrappy romp through ‘Food’. The majority of the set comes from the last couple of albums and the toughening of their sound experienced there gets pushed a little further live Holly’s guitar at times is a surprisingly thick, deep roar.
It’s a credit to their charm and the character of their audience that this works although it’s unlikely to become a feature of the tour as afterwards they realise, “it’s like a funeral and we’re the corpse”.įar from being a funeral it’s now a proper party, and they bash through a great ‘You Can Go Now’ and into the final stretch. They play ‘Fuck It’ and we get on board, shuffling around across the front of the stage and back to roughly where we started, joining in for a jolly sing-a-long to the chorus. Holly takes a moment to reflect that “we’re getting more and more lasses down the front these days… I love it” and then suggests we all move around like a sushi bar so everyone gets to come down the front for a bit. By now band and crowd are all enjoying each other’s company. ‘Long Stem Carnations’ loses it’s long outro running straight into a killer ‘Wiggy Giggy’. For ‘You’ve Got The Ball’ Holly kicks a football out to bounce around the crowd which goes off with good humour despite the low ceiling. They say their hellos and play ‘Magic Onion’, the room relaxes a bit more and everyone starts to get into it. It later emerges this is the result of teething problems with a new pedal David has made for her that looks on when it’s off and vice-versa. As part of integrating their widening sound-world Holly’s voice has a weird slightly too heavy effect on it. Back then we thought covid would just be a few months, tops, I thought everyone would get to know the songs and when the tour happened it’d be great, but gigs have been back a while now and the initial response from the crowd is slightly stunned and inert. Two long years that this show has been kicked down the road and rescheduled. It’s been two years since the album came out. The Lovely Eggs hit the stage with little fanfare, blasting straight through four tunes from their last album I Am Moron before stopping for breath.
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