The Vagrants love to hit the road & if you want a full on music trip this is the Band to give it to you. 

 Their music is pedal to the metal, hard, hot & steamy.   Renate’s voice tells you this is a girl not to mess with & the boys back her all the way.   Vocals & instruments are done so that you know they mean business & also know their business.   Music at its best.   The Vagrants can only keep on going, onwards & upwards to the very top.   Best wishes to all of you.

I play them on my show Spirit of the Blues & love them.

  Es tiempo de bailar con un grupo lleno de fantasía, colorido y que sabe cómo comunicar y compartir su alegría y frescura con una música en la que se dan cita el funk, la balada, el rock, el r&b y el pop a partes iguales. The Vagrants transmiten frescura con este ‘…Karma’ que, por el momento,  es la obra cumbre de un grupo que compone sus propias canciones con originalidad y elegancia. Catorce temas en los que se combinan instrumentos como guitarras, teclados, saxo y flauta, además de bajo, batería, percusión y voz. Todo ello crea un ‘climax’ que traspasa las fronteras de lo meramente interesante para convertirse en una música de una gran sutileza y belleza sonora. Un trabajo muy digno, ¡si señor! BUENO. It’s time to dance with a colourful imaginative band who really know to communicate and share their joyful cool music with the audience. You will also find funk, ballads, rock, r&b and pop music details. The Vagrants give us a cool unaffected music in ‘…Karma’ cd that, for the time being, is the best one of a band who write their original tasteful own songs. Fourteen tracks where they combine different instruments like guitars, keyboards, saxo and flute together with bass, drums, percusion and vocals. All that creates a ‘climax’ which spreads beyond the borders of a merely interesting record to become a very subtle beautiful music. An extremely worthy piece of work. Yes, indeed!. GOOD.

It was cold, it was wet, and it was St Kilda. Basically, the perfect setting for getting down and dirty with one of the greatest experiences that happens to haunt ol Melbourne town. Indeed, late afternoon on the day that Eurovision would later be taken out by a bunch of Nordic wankers who'd broken into Gwar's trailed backstage at a gig in Helsinki years back, there were people out to see the jazz tinged blues rock of The Vagrants in the superbly decadent front bar of The Greyhound.

Renate (the singer) prowled, scowled the way into the grizzled punters hears, as formerly hirsute guitarist Steve Iorio tore the Greyhound apart like the re-incarnation of boogie Jesus, but way better at the blues.

 The beers went down, the tunes went down, and the punters got down. They dropped the rockabilly jazz rock explosion of "That's what life is like", the groove ridden highway RAWK of "Accelerated Kharma", and disgustingly funky folk blues rendition of "Wrong side of the Tracks"

They boogied their way into "Let's Party" and subsequently, the party continued. The overlap of white boy funk meets restrained and upbeat rootsy bluesy folk meant that no matter who was there, be they old, you, young, sexy or homely, it was a joyous crowd. You’d actually be hard pushed to find a crowd as happy and as buoyant down in St Kilda on a cold wet Sunday Afternoon.

But then, that's the nature of The Vagrants. Their groove gets under your skin; the riffs make your toes go at angles away from your knees. It's like getting pissed on the mandibles of funk and expounding all that's fun in life. Melbourne should be proud.

Australia has a habit of producing fantastic local bands, and then neglecting them. This was the case of The Vagrants. Thankfully their name is true to their nature or we wouldn’t have the raw, warts and all power of their independent self titled first recording. Perhaps thanks to these nomadic tendencies The Vagrants are a unique sound in today’s aural landscape of local bands. Their choice of instruments gives them a point of difference to most bands, including the occasional saxophone, flute or harp. By far the greatest twist at their disposal has to be Renate Ludwig. In the tradition of Fiona Apple, Alanis, and Susie Di Marchi, the power of the vocal resonating out the littlest person in the room is unfathomable.