The Guitar. The Bass. The Drums. So Nice. She struts non-ironically, wielding her bass like, well, there simply is no other way to put it plainly, a giant strap on. Cortina Whiplash has cornered the market in stripped down rock ‘n roll. They corner the crowd too, in an unfettered display of primal energy, moving through a neat little set that is about breaking from, as much as it is sticking to, rock and roll purity.
Cortina Whiplash would have blown Lou Reed away, if he were still young. They have that essential Dirt, and mix it with a cleanness of notes that just makes you wish you had the balls to be in a band.
It’s the simplicity that gets you, that and the energy, and the lame guitar strap. It’s also in the little breaks and tempo changes that Cortina Whiplash display their love for, it seems, gently chaffing Joburg references, the Karoo and of course, being rock ‘n roll, dead cheating lovers.
Bass, Drums are also Lead Singer and Harmonies. Guitar is almost stylistically contrapuntal. Not that I know what
I’m talking about, being a boy, at which point it must also be said that Cortina Whiplash are a three-piece all girl band who own the stage along with all the boys’ and some of the girls’ hearts, if not, at least, pants.
They don’t play like girls; they don’t play like men. Women who rock, rock out, and generally seem like women you shouldn’t mess with but want to.
But for all the rock and roll and lust I can talk, the simple fact is that Cortina Whiplash are not just three hot chicks on stage. They’re awesome performers and natural musicians. They rip through the stage and crowd with abandon, without sacrificing a note, with balls, bad boy energy and sheer style. Just as they slip into a groove, they take you someplace else, some place you really want to go.
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