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Slow Club, Sydney

IN the dimly lit back room of old underground taverna, GoodGod Small Club, in Sydney’s Spanish Quarter is a slice of Yorkshire.

Slow Club are thousands of miles from hometown Sheffield, but only a few tickets remain on the door. Clearly they’ve brought more than just Sheffield weather with them.

The band open with a sweetly struck acoustic cover of Pulp’s Disco 2000 before galloping drums and searing guitar brings in Where I’m Waking. As a quartet they sound brasher as the yearning Arcade Fire-esque rumble of Our Most Brilliant Friends confirms.

A few claim to hail from Sheffield when frontwoman Rebecca Taylor’s sheepishly asks and with their winsome demeanour and catchy hooks the tight venue becomes increasingly intimate; especially after technical glitches force Rebecca to tell a joke before the melodies and warming crescendos of Beginners draw us further in.

The crowd encouragingly cheers Steve as his saxophone solo climaxes the delicate Hackney Marsh. It takes some performance to then silence the notoriously chatty locals but the slight, tip-toeing chords of Everything Is New does just that. They close their set with an emphatic Two Cousins before frontman Charles Watson grabs his acoustic guitar and the pair head into a bemused, hushed crowd to perform beautiful duet Gold Mountain.

Omar Soliman