Milky Chance

Milky Chance

In the metaphorical Falls Festival campsite, who would be the best neighbours? Black Lips would be sneaking your smuggled beers and falling over your tent. Dan Sultan would be stealing your girl. DZ Deathrays would be blasting Sandstorm with zero fucks given. After tonight’s Falls sideshow gig the answer is Milky Chance. They'd be the guys with the great snacks, some weird foreign booze, and they would play non-stop cruisy tunes. They would talk you out of a bad trip, they'd hold your hair back, and they would always mysteriously smell good.

The German duo, comprising of vocalist Clemens Rehbein and Philipp Dausch on synths and percussion, bid farewell to a stellar 2014 playing the Falls Festival and are celebrating what is almost certainly a bigger 2015 by playing their first Australian solo show at Melbourne’s 170 Russell, selling it out to boot.

The vibes are good from get go (apart from the guy blasting out Dorito burps and dousing people vodka and he waves his arm about moaning “why doesn’t anyone want to have fuuuuuun?”), and the capacity crowd are patient while they await the band’s entrance.

Milky Chance generate further goodwill by taking the stage a full five minutes early- something rarely seen by an international act on the up and up. Rehbein’s unique voice is pristine when recorded, but even more remarkable when heard live. It's a surprise to hear that whiskey and cigarettes voice come out of someone so elfinly adorable, and with such immaculately kept hair.

“Stunner” is just that, stunning, and becomes the first sing-along of the night. When Rehbein greets the crowd after “Fairytale” his accent is just as indecipherable when speaking as it is when singing, though it somehow makes him even more endearing.

By “Flashed Junk Mind” both the band and crowd have fallen into an easy groove and the songs of Sadnecessary staunchly hold their own in a live setting. While “Stolen Dance” may be their biggest tune so far, the venue is packed with people who know every word to every song and at no point does it feel like everyone is just waiting around for that one big song.
As you can imagine “Stolen Dance” gets a massive response, strangers throw their arms over each other’s shoulders and the buoyant, uplifted mood hits an all-time high.

As “Stolen Dance” comes to a conclusion, Rehbein and Dausch exchange a look, one that says “we’ve done it”, and they have, the show is a slam dunk from start to finish. No bullshit, no faux encores, no false airs, just two really talented musicians playing really, really great songs.

If you could bottle that one brief look, you would never know sadness again.
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