The Go! Team / The Pipettes
100 Club, Oxford Street, London
written by Paul M
Jan 23, 2005.
Brightonís the Pipettes provide a delightfully cheeky aperitif before the main course. A seven piece, four matching cardigan clad boys providing the music, three young female cuties in polka dot micro dresses providing the vocals, they inhabit a marvellous retro world where Fonz props up the bar whilst the Chiffons and the Ronettes share rotation on the Wurlitzer. With their synchronised dance moves and hand jives, coy sideways looks and songs about boys, boys and more boys they may appear as innocent as a kitten in a bow though further probing of their lyrics indicates glimpses of things less traditional. Such as boys who like boys. Erm in school uniforms...
Russ Abbott may have loved a party atmosphere but I canít imagine he got too many invites. The Go! Team however could get the corpses dancing in a morgue. Playing a home date (they are from London and Brighton) that sold out quicker than half price Baileys at a big girlís blouse party and having produced the best album of 2004 (fact!) they have little trouble reducing the audience into grinning carefree buffoons. The credit for this is partly the quality of the set; a killer fusion of indie, rap and dance, spiced with Eastern keyboard samples but equally the joyously infectious enthusiasm of the MC-ing wee frontperson, Ninja. With a smile that could melt a polar bearís heart she demands that the audience clap, sing along, shout, etc and needless to say we all oblige, like a classroom full of infants. She wiggles like a rubber midriffed motormouthed Houdini to the uptempo harmonica driven Saint Etienne meets Salt n Pepa backing (which includes two female drummers). If only all gigs could make you feel this good...