Slim Twig

Looking like an old-west preacher in thin-cut black garb, local wunderkind and Tropics front-man, Slim Twig bounded through a charged Gladstone show. Buoyed and centred by his solid band — in a new-ish incarnation — he yelped through a brisk showcase. Highlight, "White Fantaseee" saw him don a demonic Elvis pose as a restrained version of his rockabilly lilt ran headlong into a shredded violin. Throughout, a consummately steady rhythm section held tracks in check, giving the singer's myriad vocal excursions room to expand. Like an amphetamine-high church service (but without the didacticism), the set had an evil magnetism.