The Crookes are another band grouped under the seemingly endless, British indie-pop genre. Contributing to a mass of similar-sounding music, bands that fall into this extensive string of names face the test of distinguishing themselves onstage.
Three support acts seemed a bit much for a main act like the Crookes. While none of them actively disappointed, the third went unnoticed as the audience’s attention span began to waver. Trying to regain the limelight, the lead singer mentioned that he’d ‘heard’ York’s crowds had the loudest handclaps in Britain. If it does, it certainly did not show tonight.
Once the Crookes took to the stage, the audience were at last drawn in again. The band gave enough energy and enthusiasm to persuade those reluctant and farther at the back to clap along. Remarkable during this energetic performance was frontman George Waite’s amazing voice that especially stood out during moments of acapella.
There was nothing too difficult or surprising about the performance; the guys do what they’re supposed to do and are good at it. As Waite put it: ‘York, I just want to make you happy.’ With his big smile and enthusiasm, it was hard not be swept away by his charm.
With the small crowd and the intimate setting, the show almost felt like a private party. Waite certainly contributed to this feeling by making casual conversation with some of the audience members in between songs.
The band bounced through and didn’t seem to tire for the entire set. Given that they played for just under an hour, only having time for a one-song encore when they clearly had much more to give, I wondered if it was really necessary to spend a two-hour slot on supporting acts.
Ultimately, the band didn’t introduce anything ground-breaking, but at least they didn’t pretend to. Tonight, the sympathetic Crookes showed what they are all about: plain, simple fun. No gimmicks, no pretensions. All they want is to give you a good time.By Judith Borghouts