Put down your boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. Great Mistakes, hailing from just south of your childhood fantasies and north of modern-day musical standards have arrived to make you dance—and to make you feel. David Whateley, with an internalized, uncontrollable rage that is soothed only by the sweet and succulent sound of his own voice leads on vocals, guitar and pelvic thrusts. Simon Jones, a full-time doctor just doing this between films tantalizes and titillates on the guitar, grooving so smooth you almost don’t notice you're double-parked in a handicapped zone. Then there’s Alex Annetts, taking time from his busy schedule building a legacy suckling tubes of toothpaste to play bass and never forget about the little people. Last but certainly not least due to lawsuits, we give you Chris Pepper, a human/metronome hybrid keeping time for the band and seen perhaps sipping tea between sets or during sets or instead of the sets, but the drums keep making noise and that’s the amazing part. That’s not just skill, it’s Satanic. Put all of them together in one room on one stage and you have a lot of explaining to do, now get out of here before your mothers see you.
