Like a Scouse [a]Beastie Boys[/a], [B]Hollingsworth[/B] and co-vocalists[B] James Bailas[/B] and [B]Steve Bray[/B] swap verses and instruments, working the stage with total assurance...
Things are not going well. Six songs in and [a]Airborne[/a]’s lead singer Paul Hollingsworth isn’t happy with the reception. There he’s been for the last half-hour pumping this stuff out, this dub/funk/rock/kitchen sink melange and all he sees is an audience of folded arms.
But Paul‘s not too bothered, really. Even when giving us a wake-up call, he smiles like he’s addressing Wembley Stadium. And certainly, this Liverpool band, just one single old, possess an attitude big enough to fill such a venue.
Like a Scouse Beastie Boys, Hollingsworth and co-vocalists James Bailas and Steve Bray swap verses and instruments, working the stage with total assurance. Sadly, though, there’s a black hole at the centre of [a]Airborne[/a]’s self-belief where the tunes, grooves or ideas should be – even if they can do big-beat rampages like ‘Book ‘Em Danno’ or ‘CCTV’ with the brute force of The Chemical Brothers and Primal Scream combined.
But that’s the trouble. They just sound like another dance-rock band. Only ‘State Of Me’ – that rarest of things, a big-beat ballad – stays in the mind. All of which suggests [a]Airborne[/a] are destined to remain resolutely earthbound.