It's not even time to open the doors to the Slade Rooms in Wolverhampton and Cobra Starship front man Gabe Saporta is already outside greeting those waiting in line. The funny thing is, if you look further down the line, you can see a dozen more 'Gabe's' happily chatting away with groups of fans. No wonder the small hoards of teenage girls look so hopeful when another look-a-like joins the back of the line. Maybe next time girls.
First up tonight are The Plastiscines, a feisty trope of French females who actually deserve more credit than they're given tonight. Unlike any old support band who quickly plough through their set and hope that at someone was listening, The Plastiscines front woman Katty Besnard refuses the let the audience even think about the main acts until they clap their hands and sing along to their infectious song, Bitch. Finally the crowd gives in and actually start having fun, much to the delight of Besnard who skips delicately off the stage, job done.
The excitement and energy quickly builds for the next band on the bill, as people previously standing at the back of the room snake their way into the crowd. They know what's coming – and it comes in the form of Family Force 5. Storming onto the stage in matching outfits, FF5 make the crowd come alive with their latest single, Fever. There aren't any awkward pauses as their set flows brilliantly through their unique mix of what can only be described as 'crunk rock'. But the crowd have no problem lapping up every little bit of it. The buzz and elation that Family Force 5 create through crowd favourites Luv Addict and Earthquake make you wonder why more people aren't here to see them instead of tonight's headliners. Judging from their performance tonight, FF5 deserved to be on top of the bill where they belong.
The kids pressed up against the front barrier are finally relieved as Cobra Starship finally grace the stage. Girls scream, everyone jumps, claps and sings alone to the first song, The City Is At War. The band seem to be on amazing form. But that's when it stops. After starting so well, Cobra Starship (or Cobra Blahship) sabotage their own set by talking far too much. Funny on-stage banter is perfectly acceptable, but what everyone is subjected to is long, awkward and extremely boring pauses of Gabe Saporta spouting absolute rubbish. The band salvage themselves whenever they eventually decide to play a song, which leads you to wonder why they don't do just that. Ironically, those who were gripped at the beginning don't hang onto their every word, instead the noise in the room grows louder as the crowd eventually lose interest.
Cobra started off with so much potential, its a great shame that they just threw it away
by Lauren Turner