Freedman Entertains the ex-Pats

Sunday Telegraph
by Vince Lovegrove

Tim Freedman strode on to the tiny stage in the steamy Soho club, plonked himself on the piano stool and launched into what would be a riveting performance.

With his latest London solo tour, the Whitlams frontman has stepped outside the well-worn Aussie ghetto of gigs by appearing at the legendary Ronnie Scott’s, one of London’s most prestigious venues.

Accompanied only by his piano, a bottle of red and the occasional swig of water, he began a slow, intimate, mournful set with a few downbeat songs from the forthcoming Whitlams album, due for release later this year.

Then, before launching into an optimistic, mesmerising set sprinkled with songs – and bantering with his mostly Australian audience about the delights of travelling on London’s Tube system – the singer deadpanned: “Thanks for letting me be a miserable prick.”

This was Freedman’s second sold-out show at Ronnie Scott’s, and he had a genuine rapport with his audience, most of whom hummed, sang and chortled, joining him on his trip through personal tales of lusty urban Australia.