‘Led by two front girls, the multi-instrumentalist band play a tight fusion of syncopated pop with something a little extra. Sarah Nimmo and Reva Gauntlett formed Nimmo & the Gauntletts aged 16 at the time the duo were writing solely acoustic material.’ So runs their biog notes. Now, in their ridiculously talented young twenties, making a striking presence on stage, their sometime dreamy, sometime kick-ass punch Funk and ‘syncopated Fusion’ makes for fascinating sights and sounds. There were nuanced violin shimmers of Celtic/Oriental phrasing in ‘Home’ whilst the kick-drum/snare intro to ‘Desire’ had as much timeless, earthy groove as the ancient Nazca desert geoglyphs. As for ‘Crestfallen’, with its evocative sax solo recalling Jan Gabarek’s improvisations around sacred music with a tickle of Rhodes keyboard atmosphere, the band and Hare became as one. Make a note in your 2013 diaries now.


Samba-Swing, hug-a-Dub magpie musical Fusionistas, Molotov Jukebox, seemed to attract a number of not-so-closet Harry Pot-Heads tonight. Wonder why! And, worrying really, door-admission being 18+ as it was – how did they get in? Perhaps there was a Nymphadora Tonks aka Natalia Tena angle to it? Admittedly, seeing her writhe and squeeze-box strut about the stage – all sort of angles readily come to mind.


Thus tonight, The Hare was lashed by asymmetrical Latino limbo; coshed by spicy bratwursts of Balkan blitz; beguiled by Tex-Mex turbo Gypsy Tangos as the punters writhed in a Tabasco hot, tornado-stirred sauce-pot of Vatican-approved ear-orgasms. And, that was just the sound-check. Eccentrically eclectic as they are, they opened with a Bond theme bombast and then it all went controlled chaos for the next eighty minutes. Ms. Tena is an explosion of sultry charms and delicious abandon making grown men weep as she committed acts of dexterous naughtiness by proxy on her accordion.


And, what a band! They played sleazy-dive muted trumpets, Cab Calloway swing, Parisian Cossack-Punk whilst Tena flies away in to hot-scat improvised incantations to the Cuban Goddess of Love & Sex. And, if that wasn’t just about too much for some poor souls, from ‘Double Dare’ she sang… ‘Come over here/Let me whisper Spanish in your ear.’ to a rock-steady beat. Meanwhiles, ‘Don’t Panic’s’ pulp-fiction, prowling alley-cat cool opening segued in to an avalanche of witty, tongue trippin’ rap/scat. Encores invited the Nimmos back on stage for some end of tour Samba bonanza carnival carnage. Most enjoyable.


Gig Review by John Kennedy
Gig Photos by Ian Dunn

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