It’s funny how sometimes you see a genius – a great talent – and it just doesn’t stick, doesn’t connect, doesn’t mean anything. The first time I saw Thundercat I was a fan – but I hated the show. It was busy when it didn’t need to be and felt very splatter-painting/ish and I just didn’t dig it at all. Everyone talking all at once and using too many words.

But when he came back two years later (almost to the day) it was for an Arts Festival gig. And though it was a miserable 1-hour run-time (and we were robbed of an encore or some extra set-length) it was a much better show.

So what had changed? Well, I loved the album that was out at the time, Drunk. That made a big difference. But it was just a different feel and flow and vibe. Far easier to digest. I guess some of the people that loved him the first time thought this gig was maybe a bit soft. I wonder…
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.