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.