indieberlin review – Trixie Whitley in Bi Nuu


Trixie Whitley played in Bi Nuu on Sunday.
There has been so much said about Trixie – and she’s got such an impressive back story – that it’s always going to be difficult for her to live up to the hype. But she does of course. And then some.

Trixie came on the stage with her band after her support act had done a very decent job of warming everyone up; and also impressed me by stopping just before her last song and saying in her lovely Belgian accent to some people down at the front, „I don’t know why you come and stand right in front of the stage and then talk loudly the whole time. Really. I don’t understand it.“

Well done that woman! Don’t take no shit from nobody. And maybe that set the tone for later in the evening, as we will come to see.
Anyway. So Trixie and band strode onto the stage and I swear, they were itching to play. Trixie and the bass player especially were almost shaking with an energy that they needed to do something with.
And that was my main impression of the concert: I had heard much about Trixie’s voice – whiskey-soaked and bluesy in a way that makes it hard to believe that she’s only 26 – and her songs, but though I thought her voice wasn’t bad, and her songs decent, what really blew me away was her sheer intensity on stage. Amazing. Even though she’s played countless concerts and been on stage since she was a wee thing, Trixie was burning, and I mean burning, to play that night. And her enthusiasm must have rubbed off on her band, because the way they let rip from the first note of the first song, and didn’t ease up until the end of everything, was impressive, and instructional. That’s how you do it, I thought. That’s how you do it.

Trixie, playing her low-slung black electric, has a dancing style that really does remind you of a panther stalking the stage, and stalk it she did.
I really have to find out who was playing with her: The drummer was no spring chicken, he had a nice sticky-out beard, was a bit overweight and played the whole gig with his Hawaii shirt open to his waist. He was leaning forward, listening to her intently and watching every move and playing off her. The bass player was also great, a study in absolute concentration, and the lead guitarist left so much space you wouldn’t believe, extremely unnusual for a lead guitarist…and when he did effortlessly drop in a note or two it was right in the right place, there wasn’t a note wasted.
Then at the end, during the encore, Trixie had a right go at the guy who was doing the on-sound stage, which apparently was terrible, the monitors only being turned on halfway through the gig and so on. But that too showed really how much she really, really cared about this whole thing. And here was someone, really, who cares passionately about music, for whom it really does mean so much.

Trixie is on her way to the top, it’s inevitable, with talent and passion like that. Watch this space for an online interview with the lady herself this week!