Ah Boney, so much has changed since you were Pony. The stale stench of beer, sweat and piss has disappeared, the clientele look like they can afford expensive, luxury drugs and downstairs now moonlights as a restaurant (though there is no way in hell this writer would eat anything that came from the building which once housed Melbourne's arguably seediest weekends).

Thankfully in the reshuffle, upstairs has remained relatively unscathed. The Canadian backpackers and sticky floor have been replaced with a subtly slick bar and vastly improved sound system.

Tonight's cherry popping trip to Boney is to check out The KVB who are performing a rare headline show while supporting psych rockers The Brian Jonestown Massacre, members of whom are DJing tonight also.

The UK two piece comprised of guitarist/vocalist Nicholas Wood and Kat Day on synths make their way onto the small stage with nary a "hello" and immediately it is clear that these guys should be playing at 2am, certainly not the relatively early time of 9:30pm.

Regardless of the time, the tightly packed semi circle of those hip enough to be in the know sway along purposefully. Their sound is hazy, fuzzy and dripping in distortion which is at the same time comfortably numbing and disorienting.

The band swirl their way towards making Joy Division look like a bowl of sunshine, something which is significantly more enjoyable than it sounds, while a dry ice machine installed rather staggeringly at head height does its best to asphyxiate those in its immediate vicinity.
Thus far, with the exception of mumbles toward the sound desk, the band is yet to acknowledge the crowd, something that usually is irritating but somehow adds another dimension to their synth heavy tunes. Unfortunately for those not particularly au fait with The KVB, it makes working out which track is which a little difficult, as none are introduced. Wood and Day almost seem to be deliberately keeping an obviously line between themselves and the audience. Regardless of their detachment, be it perceived or intentional, the band up the intensity as each track gets dirtier and darker.

Just as the crowd (and in their own way - the band) really begin to get into it, there is a muttered "thank you" and the show is all over. Clocking in at just under 40 minutes The KVB have still managed to pack a serious punch in what can be a notoriously difficult room.

With their swirling musical soundscapes and wailing guitars over pounding synths, The KVB sound like a great band to get fucked up to, to take drugs to and to make poor life choices to. The difference between them and the dime a dozen bands angling for the same crowd and throwing a sly wink to the illegal activities of their punters, The KVB stand up just as well bone sober.

Sure their live show isn't anything to really tie oneself in knots over, but does anyone see My Bloody Valentine for the great band/crowd banter? Did anyone make a point of seeing Lou Reed because of his sunny and accommodating nature? Not at all.

Given the show of raw talent, art and potential in an extremely small venue, they will be well and truly worth a look during their support dates with The Brian Jonestown Massacre over the next week.

Sinister, sexy and smart.
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