The Bodega Social is stupidly busy tonight, and why the hell not? Hot Mancunian double-act The Ting Tings have arrived in Nottingham and the masses have turned out in force to see what all the fuss is about. Quite a buzz has been generated about these guys after a third place finish on the BBCs Sounds for 2008 poll, a chart which annually predicts household names of the future with a great deal of success.
The Ting Tings describe their music as garage pop but to be honest it is very difficult to classify their sound. The stuff tonight varies dramatically with a mix of different genres thrown together, each a contributing factor in making their performance extremely original.
Elements of funk, indie, electronica and waltz are thrown into a musical cooking pot with the end product being extremely satisfying indeed. It is as though the Ting Tings have ripped up the rulebook and started again from scratch in a determined effort not to conform to more recognisable musical styles. And somehow this unorthodox approach to music seems to work beautifully. It really shouldn't, but it does.
You never quite know what to expect and the Ting Tings take us on a journey which is exciting, infectious and utterly absorbing. At some gigs songs can often sound the same and blend into one, but there is absolutely no chance of that here and the crowd seem to love every minute of it.
Popular track That’s Not My Name is a perfect example of this and is a real stand-out moment. Starting off with brash, in your face rap style lyrics from singer Katie White, the song develops and White's vocals become softer and more harmonic. There is almost a sense of surprise as both parts gel together perfectly, producing a damn fine song with the most unlikely of components.
With only two members on stage, electronic wizardry is relied upon to ensure that all parts of the songs are heard. White is enthusiastic on stage, leaping around energetically while colleague Jules De Martino is like a man possessed behind the drum kit. Fears that only two people on stage will leave things feeling a bit light are quickly dispelled and White's contributions on cowbell and bass drum add to the delightful randomness of the performance.
Other highlights include Traffic Light, which sounded like it could be played in a dance hall, and the futuristic sounds of Great DJ which were so catchy that you couldn't help but dance. The only criticism was that the gig lasted a disappointing forty five minutes, but this is a purely selfish gripe as I could have done with hearing a bit more of the quality stuff the Salford duo were producing.
As I drift out, I hear a disgruntled Arsenal fan complaining about his sides' Champions League exit tonight. However, he says that the Ting Tings performance makes everything a little bit better. And if that isn't a ringing endorsement, then I don't know what is.
Review: Dan Palmer
Images: Tara Vickers
