Little Hurricane are great for a few reasons. They’re a two-piece (which are all the rage at the moment), they play pretty filthy blues with a touch of mellifluous folk simmering below the surface, and finally, their drummer’s name is CC. Let me put that last one into perspective: I don’t have the foggiest idea what the lead singers name is. You know why? Because CC is like the antithesis of Meg White, and Meg was a babe too. Instruments instantly make people attractive, and when they are already dribble-hot, you got yourself a successful band.
Ding Dong was about 80% full when Little Hurricane started playing. By no means was the room at capacity or heaving, but there was a gentle and welcoming party atmos. I went to the show on the proviso they were like The White Stripes but better at their instruments. Who wouldn’t wanna see that? No one. I didn’t find this to be the case, but there was no denying there was something there. There was a subtlety and patience to the songs, and where many two-pieces would abruptly attack cymbals and punch overdrive pedals, Little Hurricane held back and would instead favour a groove or a harmony that would always pretty much be spot on. This was refreshing and meant that when they would eventually kick into that predictable but no less amazing two-piece routine, it was all the more appreciated. The lead singer, (what was his name? Did I mention the drummers name was CC? Yeah, CC. And me and CC are gonna ride off into the sunset on a Harley so don’t even bother talking to her or anything) anyway, the lead singer could wail and the microphones set up around the stage and amplifier in a little piece of furniture was a nice touch. If ya like blues and stuff you’ll like these guys. Fo sho.
BY JAYJAY PARSO-MAN-DAWG YO
LOVED: CC.
HATED: CC.
DRANK: CC’s sweat that I collected in jam-jars placed under the drumkit.
