Alex Cameron

Alex Cameron / Gorilla, Manchester | 6th of December

There’s no words to capture the magnality of high-concept act Alex Cameron who brought some of the finest Synth-pop to the streets of Manchester.

Alongside his band, Cameron appeared on stage as if he were 10-foot-tall empyreal God whose command left the crowd powerless. There’s no doubt in my mind that Alex Cameron borrowed a few stage presence tips from fellow Aussie cult idol Nick Cave, to develop his intimate prowess. His moves were enough to make one girl fling her bra at him as the set drew to a close, and to create a screaming cacophony of admiration. Even during renditions of his love songs such as Candy May the crowd were gripped by the poignant resonance that playfully reverberated throughout the room. The bass pounded with an almost Lynchian effect, being somewhat reminiscent of the Twin Peaks soundtrack.

I won’t lie I needed a cold shower before writing this review.

I joined in with the crowd as we bade for Cameron’s all too inviting allure, young and old flooded to the front, transfixed in a state of euphoria throughout the relatively short hour-long set. The band created a synergy with their upbeat synthesised sound, but nothing could drown out the dominating sound of Cameron’s “Business Partner” Roy Molloy and his delectable command of his saxophone as the definition of sensuality lingered in every note. No review of Alex Cameron’s performance would be complete without a notable mention to the hilarity that ensued when Molloy took over the stage to tell us all about his stool fetish. The band certainly don’t need any tips on how to entertain a crowd.

As the band played popular tracks such as Marlon Brando, Strangers Kiss & Runnin’ Out of Luck off his new album Forced Witness, the crowd truly came alive, screaming the lyrics from the top of their lungs, two stepping like their lives depended on it. They wolf whistling at the tender performer as he bared his soul to the now very sweaty crowd. Sadly, there were numerous occasions on which the fans in attendance really let themselves down. Briana Marela opened the gig only to be met with the rudest talking heads I’ve ever had the displeasure of attending a gig with. Her haunting vocals were barely audible over the mundane drivel that the fans felt the need to express rather than appreciate the audiophiles delight that was put before them. There were also a few questionable comments that were thrown at the female vocalist & keyboard player Holiday Sidewinder, compelling Cameron to jump to her defence and warn “She’ll be the one to teach you about respect.” There’s no wonder Alex Cameron caused my ovaries an injury.

As the band walked away, not even entertaining the possibility of an encore I revelled in the delight of having witnessed all his popular songs in a way that I could never have anticipated. Yet that comes with a touch of melancholy, knowing that listening to the tracks at home will only have a bite of Cameron’s appeal.