The Wombats and I Am Kloot in one Week

So two gigs in a fucked up week, thankfully. Hooray for escapism, eh. ;)Anyway, the week started with a gig by The Wombats,supported by the Dutch band NeWax. Kudos to NeWax for getting the crowd all warmed up, and for their progression as well. Last time I saw them it was a bit too gimicky, now they really sounded good musically.But The Wombats. Lets get the cat out of the bag right away, The Wombats will never be a life altering band. However, they are a nice party band, and that they do very well. With jump and dancy hits like "Let's Dance To Joy Division", "Moving to New York", and "Backfire at the Disco" they've got the young crowd jumping and singing a long.Where they miss is during the slower songs. Too be quite blunt, they are not that good actually, but thanks to the fun oozing out of their every pore and because of the delightful tongue-in-cheek lyrics and straight forward catchiness they get everyone going. But they have to keep everyone going, and slowing it down just shows their weaknesses. But if it's not too expensive and you're in for a bit of fun and dancing, this band is well worth the visit.So after crappy day, crappy day, crappy day, and the most glorious d- nah, another crappy day, we arrive at the I Am Kloot gig.Again, kudos to the Dutch supporting act, Pien Feith. Despite boring everyone's socks off with the first and last song, everything in the middle was very good. She has a good voice, and the songs all are in a different pace and show the variety she can put on the table.Then I Am Kloot. The best thing about the band is frontman John Bramwell. Ugly as fuck, the man has a sort of charisma that made me look at him all the time. Plus his wit, another thing that helped the gig. When the guitarist was out of fags, a whole bunch of cigarettes were thrown on stage. One guy then leaned half over the stage to probably pick a cig and put it closer to the guitarist, but it prompted Bramwell to say: "Yeah, take one back for fuck's sake, he's got ten".The songs are a bit up and down. The fucked up ones are the best. He opens with the new "One Man Brawl", sneering "Sweetness" with such vigor and such poise even in his eyes that I was instantly captivated. Unfortunately, in some songs you hear the word "love" so many times and some are just pretty blant that the only thing worthwhile is the scrappy voice of Bramwell. A proof that you don't have to be a pretty boy to be a good frontman. The gig however was a bit uneven, though the banter of Bramwell was a nice addition.Okay, one crappy week and two gigs down. Lets hope the first one was a last and the latter were two of many to come!I Am Kloot- One Man Brawl