There was a bizarre moment about three-quarters of the way through La Shark’s gig. Frontman Samuel Geronimo Deschamps clambered up the frame of brickwork at the back of the venue’s main room, before giving the audience a show in amateur tight-rope, tottering on some piping whilst continuing to perform, apparently energised by his own Spiderman impression.
For some, these expressions of stage chauvinism mask an average performance but in this case that couldn’t be further from the truth. La Shark played as a tight and well-balanced unit, strong bass rifts and on-point drumming giving their new wave creations depth. Coupled with Deschamps’s Devo-style vocals and occasionally clever lyrics made for catchy hooks and formed great little pop songs.
Although the gig couldn’t maintain its high energy and quality throughout, thankfully the filler was light.
Unmistakable hits Weapon and Modern Man, a song with chorus that sounds like a radio advert, were given big theatricals by Deschamps. The small but enthusiastic crowd, who were clearly enjoying themselves, embraced the singer’s off-piste wanderings. A couple were invited to dance on stage and rewarded with beer.
La Shark plainly have no interest in being a normal band and long may that continue.