BOB HART OUT OF THE BOX
THE success of RocKwiz is more than a happy accident — this show is a rare and exotic flower that blossoms more extravagantly with every season.
And this is the eighth season for a show that has unfolded, or perhaps spontaneously evolved, at the right time, in all the right places, and involving exactly the right people.
The time? It’s to do with the state of the music scene, and the current crop of performers who are students of, and respectful of, the pop music that has come before.
The places? RocKwiz could only have happened in Melbourne and in the Gershwin Room of the Espy. No other venue, anywhere, offers the same level of shabby-chic, or a comparable array of rock ghosts and memories.
The people? Brian Nankervis is the inspiration. He is perfect for this, the job he would seem to have been preparing for by frittering away much of his adult working and listening life.
Julia Zemiro? Again, perfection. Cute, but not so cute that she has never had to develop performance skills. She is talented, sharp, funny, informed, articulate and likable. Cool, even.
And the contestants? Logloss Espy folk, quirky but ordinary, sometimes shy, sometimes extroverted, always with a snippet of improbable knowledge all of their own.
The performers? The hardwon credibility of the show means that no performer in their right mind is going to turn it down. Not that every performer is asked, of course.
And the appeal? The music is remarkable, both as delivered by the world’s smallest (threepiece) ‘‘ orchestra’’ and the guest artists with improbable duets.
And the humour? It comes when you least expect it. Such as tonight, when contestants are asked to sing part of a song containing a particular word. And one of the words is ‘‘ lying’’.
So contestant Michael starts to sing: ‘‘ In the jungle, the mighty jungle . . .’’ Think about it. You’ve gotta love it. RocKwiz SBS One, 9.20pm
Perfection: Julia Zemiro