Turnover – July 9 2017 at The Corner Hotel, Melbourne
Kokomo once went to a funeral of the guy that dealt pot in high school. To play tribute, his family had checked his iTunes for ‘Most Played’ to pay tribute. To truly understand who this poor departed dude really was….
If Kokomo was to die tomorrow, you might suppose he digs Taylor Swift, Teenage Fanclub and Witchy Woman. What his high play counts don’t tell you is that Kokomo’s kids are forceful persuaders. And that he once, Koko passed out to the DMA’s album accidentally on repeat and that he fondly thinks of Elaine Benes whenever he listens to the Eagles. Also in the upper reaches of Kokomo’s Most Played is Turnover’s Peripheral Vision. This album excels at dreamy pop songs that have a hazy reverb coating and drip wet with nostalgic pining. As a guy who knows his best days are behind him, Kokomo can’t resist that shit.
The Turnover Review
Tonight Turnover’s singer Austin Getz is full bearded like Brian Wilson in ’76 and has on whatever happens to be clean that day. Not to mention a striking Jesus Jogger socks n’ sandals combo. Like Kokomo wishes for himself, this guy has no more fucks left to give.
Turnover seemingly got their start in the hardcore scene, because both times they’ve come to Melbourne they’ve supported bands way harder and angrier. After their last show Kokomo even saw a mosh pit. An actual mosh pit you guys, like in the documentaries. Kokomo makes his peace with being amongst all this danger.
It makes him feel in touch and down with the youth of today. He’s more than happy to nestle down the front and safely off to one side. Clutching a Bud and a Melbourne and a Cascade triple parked where he can gawp open-mouthed at the simple majesty. And when Turnover finish Kokomo will, of course, get the hell out of the way before he gets hurt or spills his drinks.
While the tougher half in the crowd waited around for the screaming to start, the other half came here alone. To stand still, and mentally travel back to that movie set at the summer camp that was between a forest and a lake. Where their peers strived to define themselves, friendships were formed and broken overnight and quiet longing reigned. As chiming guitar glistened and exploded, microscopic galaxies of sentimentality slid across unknown radio frequencies. Burrowing deep inside everyone’s chests to simultaneously sync up with hundreds of heartbeats bom-bom-bom-boom while endless flowers and lush grapevines bloomed within the universe’s central nervous system. And then the mushrooms finally kicked in.
XoXo – Kokomo