
"Snake hips, red city kiss and your black eyes roll back", so sang the man. The man with sweat dripping from every pore. The man bursting blood vessels just to make us smile. The man that speaks from the heart. The soul. The bones of his body. In a small, sweaty, hot room Frightened Rabbit thrilled us all for an hour. On their only Australian sideshow the lads from Selkirk, Scotland proved once again that there is no substitute for heart, intelligence and a dedicated willingness to write songs of great melody and power. Let me [...]