In Review: Sweet Thing
August 18, 2010 — Walking into the Mod Club mid-week can mean one of two things. One: there is an epic show about to happen, so it being a Wednesday has no bearing on the decision making process. Or two: a release party of an act whose hype is big enough to sell out the space, regardless of the day, is about to ensue.
And sometimes, oh sometimes, the epic act kills the birdies with one massive pop-rock stone… and by that, I mean show.
With countless bands playing to the melodic, soul-searching crowds, it’s nice to see five pleasantly decorated men orchestrate a show that’s about dancing, women and spiders. The packed crowd of dolled up girls and good-looking gents oddly weren’t pounding back the drinks; getting a front-stage spot was totally more important.
Opening the night was another Toronto-bred band: Young Empires. After recently touring in the United States (and killing NXNE), the threesome’s on-stage chemistry, thundering synths, and fine-tuned vocals were choking, in the most amiable sense. Dancers transitioned from electric rock beats to soothing ballads, without any deadweight in between. Their set seemed to coast, with songs like “White Doves” and “Rain of Gold” resonating well with the audience.
After a well-timed changeover, Sweet Thing‘s rockstar-like strut on stage (complete with gracious smiles galore) was fitting.
From a song about a dental hygienist (Lorraine) to their uncontrollably catchy “Dance Mother,” Sweet Thing made it easy to smile and easy to dance, with some even taking the bouncing to the extreme (fingers pointing at grey shirt blue cap boy). Many were especially hyped with the flow of confetti, balloons and bubbles, nice party touch indeed.
Some, including frontman Owen Carrier, opted for the lost-boy chic look while Alex Winter and drummer Tyler Kyte just blasted the tight crayola-rich pants. Special note goes to Nick Rose‘s nerd-rimmed glasses and Carrier’s Quebec pride pin. Dion would be proud. Chrétien wants his high five.
For those who’ve attended the Mod Club before surely you notice the difference in the way the place feels depending on the act. Some bands live it up, with the top balconies packed and onlookers’ rocking like it’s the Clash performing, while others play to the immediate “sing to me please” stage dwellers. Sweet Thing did both. Partiers got a candid look into the band that emits a Mick Jagger golden rock boy persona with a youthful charm that is coolly marketable.
For a debut album, the track list is stacked. Their live theatrics (pretending to sleep, quirky beard banter, pointing of imaginary guns, staggering on side bars, Kyte’s face convulsions) wooed and then fired up the audience for sixty plus minutes, without doubt. Alas, yet another solid act to add to the flavourful roster at EMI.
To sum up, even if you don’t want to dance, you will motha******.
PHOTOGRAPHY BY GENEVIEVE LUI