Blake Scott is finally getting out and about to tour his most recent album Niscitam. Tonight he hits Sydney at the Factory Floor in Marrickville after a few travel hiccups, supported by local dronesters The Melodrones.

The Melodrones

Sydney four piece, The Melodrones are made up of drums, bass and plenty of effects ridded guitars. Vocals in the band are shared by guitarist Dick, with his low-fi, low key, drawling sound; and Mel on bass with her lush, sixties siren vocals.

Sounds through the set bounced from atmospheric, reverb laden dreamy pop with some subtle sonic nods to the Jesus and Mary Chain, with an almost slo-mo vibe of sixties surf garage.

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Blake Scott

After a few travel hiccups with his bands’ flights being cancelled at short notice, we were treated with a Blake Scott solo show tonight. Well laid plans for a complete rendition of his album Niscitam with a full band were tossed out the door and a new impromptu set list was quickly sorted.

“I hope you like ballads, cause that’s what you’re going to get tonight” was the start of the nights set and what was to be a night of diving deep into the poetic genius that is Blake Scott’s music.

Blake’s unmistakable vocals, guitar and amp filled the room with his very personal stories. While the songs were spacious, they drilled into your very core. We got all the backstories between songs and the rollercoaster of complex emotions that went with each one.

The crowd was deathly quiet through the set, hanging on every word, soaking up the rare atmosphere of a very different rendition of his newest album.

Towards the end of the set he promised a bit more noisy mayhem, ramping up his guitar to screaming mode for a cracking version of Kalashnikov, then attacking the tuning on his guitar for a chaos filled version of Hammer, filling the room with distortion and feedback.

The set wound up with Hillman Hunter, a very personal song about a friend’s suicide, ending in a crescendo of a chorus, delivered with blisteringly raw emotion.

Sample the genius of Blake Scott’s Niscitam, here.