Gig Review: Kirkis. @ Boney
Seeing a guy/girl combo having a cheeky twerk-off in the park before the gig was, weirdly enough, the perfect compliment to both the rest of the night, and the cheap wine and bad decisions that followed said wine (don’t drink in the park, ya slobs).
Morning regrets aside, Boney hosted quite the night of future-grooves recently. For those unfamiliar with the notoriously cozy (read: small), hard-hitting Melbourne venue, Boney has something on offer for anyone who wanders through the door (on the right night). Everyone from the 4am on a Sunday with their deeper disco all the way to the bar-spitting 90’s kids at Hip Hop Karaoke should feel pretty at home at Boney. And they put on a shitload of rad Melbourne bands too. Like Kirkis.
Rocking a groove-fueled, head-wobbling line-up Boney was filled with hard bangs haircuts and unwashed denim, all there to see the likes of Jaala, Habits and Kirkis (and probably to make the most of the $2 pots of Tucher, too). The DJ’s playing before, between and after the respective sets perfectly continued the vibe of the place, ensuring no head was going un-bobbed and no white dude was stopping the classic, default Two Step (side step, step together, everybody now!)
Jaala cracked open the night harder than a cold tinnie on a hot day with their completely abrasive, yet oddly smooth, sounds. Showcasing an almost all-girl set up (bar the one male session guitarist) their set was all things bad ass. Their sun-drenched sounds draped in fuzzy guitars and hard drum stabs created an air of uncertainty and warmth within Boney, and their fuck-off attitude tied their whole performance into a rough-ready style. They seemed to be perfectly suited to the venue, and whilst some tracks could have gone off a tad better, and a couple of missed accents were sprinkled in (just to keep you on your toes, of course), they provided the perfect foundation for the rest of the night whilst strutting their uniquely unpolished sounds. These girls aren’t the kind you take home to Mumma.
After the DJs continued to lead the crowd down a groovier and groovier rabbit-hole, Habits rocked the stage. Now, this industrial electronic duo isn’t for the faint hearted. Their use of sheer synths and distorted vocals established a fairly melancholic nature, whilst been fast and aggressive enough to force everyone to dance (white dudes included). This sad-undertone rings true to the schoolyard bully, a rough-around-the-edges character that’s just a little unhappy under the surface. Which, in turn, had the uncanny ability to both bring together AND isolate all crowd members. Habits, and their intricate sounds are definitely one to keep an eye on but, as mentioned, their stuff should come with a heart-warning label like a carnival ride or a complicated relationship. However, we here at Vulture Magazine think they’re definitely worth a check out if you want to dance yourself into a little groove-pocket for a while.
Kirkis., the band of the night, stood out before they even hit the stage with their gnarly stage decorations. Kirkis. himself hand-draws a bunch of nasty-ass sew-ons (the good kinda ‘nasty’, no ratchet shit here) for that beloved denim jacket of yours and sells them throughout the night. And this artistry extended to a mass of sheets and drapes lining the back of the stage (and your own wardrobe if you’ve got a spare tenner). Rocking a 6-person set up including Silent Jay on synth and the back-up singers that rocked out with Hiatus Kaiyote recently, Kirkis. locked their grooves down like someone issued a melodic bomb-threat.
The synth, synth, drum, bass/singer, singer, singer combo should have lead to a few toes stepped on (melodically and literally, the stage is tiny) but considering it was 100% rhythm section they made sure everyone was sporting the classic eyes-closed head-sway we’re all guilty of every now and then (you know what we’re talking about). Kirkis. himself, and his almost signature agape mouth, shifted between bass and synth but locked the whole performance together into an hour of rounded, poly-rhythmic future-funk.
Put it this way, when you see Kirkis., and we recommend it, don’t expect to have 100% function in your neck the next day. Boogie-injuries are a very serious thing.
All in all the atmos in Boney was tight and the night continued into the blue hours of the morning. Kirkis. and Boney is definitely a match made in heaven that’s worth checking out.
(Also, fuck yeah $2 pots, get ‘em in ya.)