Tippi, head Hedron has for some time been seen as a bit of a joke around the Glasgow scene. As far as I can make out her one crime has been to want to be famous. None of this ‘`I just want to make my music, but if I could make a living at it: Cool’` indie-schmindie ‘`integrity’. No, she wants it all the limousines, the diamond encrusted crack, and the tabloid splattered sex life. Is that such a crime? We certainly know that an attempt at chart rigging as part of the aborted solo career isn’t. Hilarious, though.
Not only is she trying her little heart out, but has very obviously been practicing (probably in front of the bedroom mirror) throwing the right shapes. They play Tut’s like they’re doing Wembley Stadium. And, to be honest, their enthusiasm is completely infectious.
Musically, it’s a mixed bag. There are a couple of real stonking near-psychobilly thrashers. And, an ample sprinkling of pop-punk tunes. Energetic and fun, like the rest of the show, if ultimately none too memorable. But, the rest is all very rock solid rock. Like most folk I only really know the one song by them, but for some reason the name Blackhearts keeps going through my head. Maybe it’s the sweatbands.
Yes, it’s all a bit superficial. But, with enough of that surface that a few Cathouse all-age bookings could fulfill Tippi’s wildest dreams. This is about the showmanship, not art