Look At Me, Mum!
Prior to ‘Moon River’, Lachie told the audience it was the first time his mum had seen him at an Overtones concert, and last night his performance of the song seemed even more beautiful and emotional than ever before.
As has been the case for the entire tour, the venue was packed, with everyone on their feet from the drop of the front cloth to the final beat of the drum. There seems no doubt that the OT Mummies, be they seeing their offspring for the first or the umpteenth time in concert, were the proudest women in the room last night. I saw Mummy Chapman, looking the epitome of proud Motherhood, surrounded by friends congratulating her at the end of the show…that huge smile has certainly been inherited by her boy!
This tour has notched up the showmanship a little further, with the ‘Saturday Night At The Movies” theme apparent in the set, the costumes and the brilliant James Bond reference in this year’s version of ‘Gambling Man’. And there were the two film-reel-style drop banners with “The Overtones” etched in silver, rouched red backdrops and directors’ chairs tall enough for Darren to need a bunk up from Mike to make it into the seat safely.
The mix of tune from the first, second and third albums worked wonderfully. I was never the greatest fan of ‘Higher’, it being too modern for my matronly ear, but the inclusion of songs from it worked. ‘Loving The Sound’ is my new jam. However, the sheer joy of hearing ‘Sh-Boom’ and ‘The Longest Time’ from Good Ol’ Fashioned Love again was glorious!
Of course, the songs from the new album were fresh to the ear, no matter how often you’ve played the album at home. It was up and dancing from start to finish, with some cracking choreography throughout. ‘Superstar’, due to be released as a single later this month, went down well with the crowd. ‘Bare Necessities” and ‘Who Put The Bomp? had the whole audience, including West End star and Radio 2 presenter Michael Ball, bopping up and down in unison. And all this exercise left the OTs out of breath and perspiring enough to guarantee a glimpse of Mike’s nipples through the half ironed white shirt in the jacket change…
It’s three years this week since I first saw The Overtones, live at the Jazz Cafe. Then, they were on a low stage, with two hundred in the audience. Last night they were on a proper stage with two thousand in the audience. But the basic attraction of five handsome, humorous, hard-working men performing together, be it to two hundred or two thousand will never wane. And I don’t know how the boys do it, but everyone in that audience came away knowing they got a smile or a wink or a wave from their favourite OT.
The OT Mummies should be very, very proud of themselves.