The only light emanating was from the dim glow of Chet’s laptop, as well as the sound of his milky voice cascading over the soulful tones of his keyboard. The band walked off stage, and darkness impregnated the venue.
Nevertheless, whatever it was, it was amazing. It was hard to be certain as the crowd chatter overpowered his humble announcement. Bringing his textured thoughts to life, every track from Thinking In Textures was revived beautifully, with some added surprises, including Jeans & Wallet as well as a stunning cover of what sounded like Archangel by fellow ambient-electro hero, Burial. Despite some technical difficulties (which in my experience is to be expected from GoodGod), Chet kept spirits high by engaging the crowd with his subdued enthusiasm and playful banter. For his opening track, Chet indulged the crowd with my two favourite vices, Cigarettes and Chocolate. Joined by a live band, his minimal tunes were animated with a funky-jazz vibe, adding to the aural experience. For someone with such a chilled-out demeanour, Chet’s charisma radiated throughout the venue, captivating all God’s creatures great and small. For a notoriously small club, GoodGod was well and truly packed for Mr. Within minutes of Flume leaving the stage, hordes of people materialised out of thin air. If this was a preview of what we are to expect from his Splendour set… Hold on to your butts! He ended his set with a sweet display of bromance for his best mate “fuck yeah Miles”, leaving everyone feeling a little bit warm and fuzzy on the inside. The crowd literally went mental! Begging for an encore, Flume obliged with an uplifting disco number. Worth particular mention was his funky post-dub take on Biggie’s Juicy.
Riding on an undercurrent of hip hop inspired beats, the hipster majority were loving it! Along with original wonders, including my personal pick, Sleepless, Flume pleased the masses with classic hits invigorated by a new-school twist. He perfectly set the tone with his boyish charm and deconstructed jams. The night kicked off with electronic wizard, Flume. And for all you beard-enthusiasts out there, his facial hair also lives up to its reputation. Well, I’m here to confirm that Chet is no faker. Poor in change but rich in tunes, I was curious to see how his sound would translate in a live setting. I figured if the Virgin Mary could get preggos from God’s will, it’s highly possible that I may be with child from the heavenly vibes radiating from Mr. I also bought a pregnancy test just to be safe. After listening, I wasted no time in purchasing a ticket to his Sydney show at GoodGod. Whatever the case, I was compelled to buy his debut EP Thinking In Textures immediately if not sooner. I don’t know what I loved more - his deliciously punny name (homage to jazz crooner Chet Baker), his soulful tones perfectly laid over an impeccable ambient-electronic landscape, or his marvellous beard. Like legions of others, I liked the way he worked it. Chet Faker took the blogisphere by storm earlier this year with his eargasmic cover of Blackstreet’s No Diggity.
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