Crossfire Hurricane @ The Grace Darling Hotel
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Crossfire Hurricane @ The Grace Darling Hotel

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It’s not often that a sober Thursday night out leaves you in a state of absolute ecstasy, but after watching four Melbourne acts smash up the Grace Darling basement, a state of euphoria was reached.

Melbourne singer/songwriter Heloise started things off with her sweet, chunky blues and finished with the call of kick-arse country, playing the audience just as well as her acoustic guitar. Next, Hollow Hounds took their place beneath the fairy lights to seduce us with sultry psych rock and funky foot tappers. Sliding into some easy listening, Hugh Fuchsen & Sauce Sauce Sauce had people grooving instantly with the opening couplet of City On The Moon and Go Back To The Country. Together, the three acts warmed the crowd, readying us for local heroes, Crossfire Hurricane.

Whether you were wearing dress shoes like vocalist Daniel Unwin, going barefoot like bassist Callum Humphrys or sitting smooth like drummer Joe Gleeson, it was officially time to get your feet moving. Opening with the enticing electric riff of Not Again, Unwin was busting out hip thrusts and twists in no time. Instantly impressive, the young talents produced a mature sound, propelled by sheer energy.

Later they unveiled new single, Help Me. Obviously feeling the heat, the unit’s frontman swiftly stripped off his top – but baby, you know he left his hat on. Putting all their energy into their only cover of the night, the threesome leaped into the track that inspired their name, The Rolling Stones’ Jumpin’ Jack Flash.
With Down, Down, Down, the guys slowed the tempo before bringing it back up with the fresh and super fast Soda Pop. Fan favourite Hopscotch closed the night in typical Crossfire fashion. From gripping guitar solos to Gleeson’s daring drum work, the track is easily one of the band’s most exciting to date.

Placing no boundaries on their audience’s experience, Crossfire Hurricane’s tunes had people dancing, banging their heads and shaking like saltshakers.

Loved: The non-stop dancing man.

Hated: The beer soaked tablecloth.

Drank: Midori and coke – hold the Midori.

BY PHOEBE ROBERTSON