Gig Review: Milky Chance | Enmore Theatre | Sydney | 03.05.17

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Armed with an intriguing array of percussion instruments, a few guitars and a handful of German accents, Milky Chance take to the stage amongst a roar of excited anticipation from a sold out Enmore theatre audience. 

Wasting no time with introductions, it immediately becomes apparent how natural performance comes to Clemens and Philipp. By the time the opening song of the set is complete, the sold out theatre of 2000 begins to feel much more like a backyard gig, the band having captivated each individual with a sense of intimacy and affinity. As the set continues the audience in the mosh pit below are visibly changed — charmed by the performance like cobras to a flute they begin to meld into one singular entity. Upbeat crowd favourites ‘Cocoon’ and ‘Ego’ have the whole mosh pit jumping and screaming wildly while more mellow songs see the crowd sombrely swaying in unison like leaves on a tree.   

Musically, the performance is smooth and well-rehearsed without feeling too rigid. Having likely played the songs thousands of times, Clemens and Philipp are able to bring life not only to the theatre itself but to each beat and phrase — a talent every artist fights and struggles to possess. 

Despite being an alternative-Indie group, guitarist Philipp is able to wield a harmonica with a natural skill reminiscent of an iconic generation of folk artists. With the same ease, Clemens is able to passively navigate up and down the neck of his guitar through complex solos and chord changes. 

It is this kind of talent that consumes fans Anna and Sonja; two German girls eager to tell me that they grew up in the same village as the band. When asked what brought them all the way from Kassel, Germany to Sydney, Australia on a cold Wednesday night they happily explain in broken English that they’ve followed the band around the globe for quite some time. A dedication that is no doubt a compliment to the band’s live performance. 

By the time Clemens murmurs a few closing words into the mic, the audience is already screaming for an encore — it doesn’t take the boys long to oblige. 

After the audience disperses into the now crowded Newtown streets amongst a haze of cigarette smoke and sweaty grins, it feels as if some of the energy from the theatre has stayed with us. 

Written by Peter Rowlands