I did something a little bit adventurous for me last week: I went to a concert of a band I’ve never heard of before. I had thought I might as well take it a step further and hadn’t even so much as listened to their music before Mamas Gun‘s gig on August 28th at the Molotow.
Journalistic endeavors taking overhand, I was there way too early (as per usual, to be honest) but that gave me the chance to overhear the band’s soundcheck. Fortunately, this only enforced me in my decision to stay.
But maybe I should start at the beginning.
So, admittedly, the concert wasn’t my only motivation for attending the concert.
Arriving early had one huge advantage though: I actually got to meet the two incredibly lovely girls and was able to have a little chat about uni (as per usual I was pitied for studying biology). And because I was one of the first ones to meet them, I didn’t miss out on the opening act.
Here’s photographic evidence, since that is today’s only valid documentation of one’s life:
I also got to talk to a few other fellow supporters of the girls and in the end I spent most of the evening with three new friends talking about everything in life.
Okay, but I’m drifting off here, so back to the point: the opening act was absolutely amazing and would be a perfect fit for Simone’s article on acts that are better than the main act with the exception that ‘Granada‘ were not better but definitely just as good. They are a group consisting of three men and one woman from Hamburg, and only recently released their record ‘Love Me Aron’. I’d describe their style as Sufjan Stevens meets Kodaline, hence it hit the bull’s eye for me.
Next then were Mamas Gun and, wow, I was literally blown away by everything happening on stage. First, frontman Andy Platts probably needs to have a trillion calories on gig days to make up for the workout he’s doing on stage. Second, aside from all the jumping his singing is also pretty cosmic, rising from the bottom through the roof right to the Milky Way. Third, all of the other bandmates were absolutely killing it and together they were animating the entire crowd to take a (literal) jump out of their comfort zones; to just go wild and enjoy the night.
So, I ended up dancing one and a half hours and I guess none of us need another workout for at least a week (okay, maybe I’m exaggerating here, but my feet were on fire).
Mamas Gun started out in 2010 in London as a five person band and their music sounds like what could be the end result if top artists Bruno Mars (though, to be honest, Andy is seriously better than Bruno, and I’m a Marsian(?), so no offence), Justin Timberlake, Mark Ronson, and Pharrell Williams came together to put together their best jams. All their tunes are incredibly sing-and-dance-along worthy and just put you in this mood where you don’t care that anyone is watching you having a good time.
One of my favourites must have been ‘Red Cassette’, about these little plastic recording devices we all used to have before the CD and then Apple and Spotify took over. And sometimes I just wish for you to “take me back to where it all began”. So if you ever want to win over someone’s heart, try a personalized mixed tape, it’s the coolest and sweetest thing ever. In the chorus the band shows their mad songwriting skills and once again shows off their amazing vocal talent.
Although I loved all the songs, the band’s own Cheap Hotel paired with Ghostbusters and Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough mashup was one of the highlights of the night for me, simply because it was the encore and we all just had a blast singing along.
I learned two things that night: first, that pink hats with fairy lights attached are a thing and, second, that sometimes the best music happens when you don’t expect it.
So, get Mamas Gun’s amazing record ‘Cheap Hotel’ asap! It will quite probably blow you away just like me…because their ‘music is my thing’.
Maria was listening to ‘Pots of Gold’ by Mamas Gun while writing this article.