Issue 51 / Dec 2014/Jan 2015
December 2014/January 2015 issue of Bido Lito! Featuring ED BLACK, CAVALRY, COUSIN JAC, LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK 2014 REVIEW and much more.
December 2014/January 2015 issue of Bido Lito! Featuring ED BLACK, CAVALRY, COUSIN JAC, LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK 2014 REVIEW and much more.
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
FREE<br />
<strong>Issue</strong> <strong>51</strong><br />
<strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Ed Black by Mike Brits<br />
Ed Black<br />
Cavalry<br />
Cousin Jac<br />
Liverpool Music<br />
Week Review<br />
Bold Street<br />
Coffee Pullout
MON 24 NOV<br />
7pm £15 adv<br />
KATIE<br />
ARMIGER<br />
TUES 25 NOV<br />
7pm £8 adv<br />
THE CROOKES<br />
WEDS 26 NOV<br />
7pm £8 adv<br />
COASTS<br />
THURS 27 NOV<br />
8.30pm<br />
OPEN MIC<br />
HOSTED BY IAN MCNABB<br />
FRI 28 NOV<br />
7pm £12 adv<br />
3 DAFT<br />
MONKEYS<br />
FRI 28 NOV<br />
11pm 18+<br />
RAWKUS<br />
LIVERPOOL’S BIGGEST<br />
ALTERNATIVE, POP-PUNK<br />
& HARDCORE PARTY<br />
SAT 29 NOV<br />
10pm 18+<br />
CIRCUS<br />
FT. TEN WALLS (LIVE), YOUSEF,<br />
MATTHIAS TANZMANN,<br />
PATRICK TOPPING, ACID MONDAYS<br />
THURS 4 DEC<br />
7.30pm £10 adv<br />
JANET DEVLIN<br />
THURS 4 DEC<br />
8.30pm<br />
OPEN MIC<br />
HOSTED BY IAN MCNABB<br />
FRI 5 DEC<br />
11pm 18+<br />
RAWKUS<br />
LIVERPOOL’S BIGGEST<br />
ALTERNATIVE, POP-PUNK<br />
& HARDCORE PARTY<br />
SAT 6 DEC<br />
7pm £7 adv<br />
ANDREW<br />
METCALFE &<br />
THE WESTERN<br />
HILLS<br />
SAT 6 DEC<br />
7pm £12 adv<br />
IAN PROWSE<br />
& AMSTERDAM<br />
SAT 6 DEC<br />
11pm 18+<br />
CHIBUKU<br />
FT. SIGMA (+ JUSTYCE),<br />
SHADOW CHILD, KRY WOLD,<br />
DIMENSION<br />
THURS 11 DEC<br />
7pm £7 adv<br />
BY THE RIVERS<br />
THURS 11 DEC<br />
8.30pm<br />
OPEN MIC<br />
HOSTED BY IAN MCNABB<br />
FRI 12 DEC<br />
6.30pm £7 adv<br />
CHRISTMAS AT<br />
THE ARTS CLUB<br />
FRI 12 DEC<br />
11pm 18+<br />
RAWKUS<br />
LIVERPOOL’S BIGGEST<br />
ALTERNATIVE, POP-PUNK<br />
& HARDCORE PARTY<br />
SAT 13 DEC<br />
7pm £15 adv<br />
SPACE<br />
“CHRISTMAS ROCKS”<br />
SAT 13 DEC<br />
7pm £5 adv<br />
THE JACKOBINS<br />
THURS 18 DEC<br />
8.30pm<br />
OPEN MIC<br />
HOSTED BY IAN MCNABB<br />
FRI 19 DEC<br />
11pm 18+<br />
RAWKUS<br />
LIVERPOOL’S BIGGEST<br />
ALTERNATIVE, POP-PUNK<br />
& HARDCORE PARTY<br />
FRI 26 DEC<br />
10pm 18+<br />
CIRCUS -<br />
BOXING NIGHT<br />
FT. YOUSEF B2B NIC FANCIULLI,<br />
GEORGE FITZGERALD,<br />
SCUBA, DARIUS SYROSSIAN,<br />
PREMIESKU<br />
(LIVIO, ROBY & GEORGE G),<br />
LEWIS BOARDMAN,<br />
DAVID GLASS & SCOTT LEWIS<br />
WEDS 31 DEC<br />
10pm 18+<br />
CHIBUKU NYE<br />
FT. JULIO BASHMORE,<br />
ROUTE 94, B.TRAITS,<br />
JESSE ROSE, MORE TBA<br />
THURS 01 JAN <strong>2015</strong> 10pm 18+<br />
CIRCUS<br />
NYD PARTY<br />
FT. KERRI CHANDLER,<br />
YOUSEF, RICHY AHMED,<br />
COYU, DETROIT SWINDLE,<br />
LEWIS BOARDMAN,<br />
SCOTT LEWIS,<br />
EGG LONDON PRESENTS<br />
WILLERS BROS / KYLE EVENS<br />
EVERY TUESDAY FROM<br />
TUES 06 JAN <strong>2015</strong> 8pm<br />
PAINTNITE<br />
DRINK CREATIVELY, GRAB<br />
A DRINK, GRAB A BRUSH,<br />
AND LET THE FUN BEGIN!<br />
EVERY THURSDAY FROM<br />
THURS 08 JAN <strong>2015</strong> 8.30pm<br />
OPEN MIC<br />
HOSTED BY IAN MCNABB<br />
EVERY FRIDAY FROM<br />
FRI 09 JAN <strong>2015</strong> 11pm 18+<br />
RAWKUS<br />
LIVERPOOL’S BIGGEST<br />
ALTERNATIVE, POP-PUNK<br />
& HARDCORE PARTY<br />
FRI 16 JAN <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £18 adv<br />
AARON CARTER<br />
FRI 6 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 6.30pm £20 adv<br />
MAGNUM<br />
TUES 10 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £12.50 adv<br />
THE STAVES<br />
WEDS 11 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £7 adv<br />
ALEXANDER<br />
MON 16 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £12 adv<br />
KING CHARLES<br />
MON 16 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £12.50 adv<br />
SLOW CLUB<br />
WEDS 18 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £7 adv<br />
ORLA GARTLAND<br />
SAT 21 FEB <strong>2015</strong> 12pm £15 adv<br />
LASHOUT FEST<br />
FRI 13 MAR <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £14 adv<br />
DUKE SPECIAL<br />
FRI 13 MAR <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £6 adv<br />
SAT 14 MAR <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £6 adv<br />
LIVERPOOL<br />
ROCKS!<br />
- SEMI FINALS<br />
THURS 19 MAR <strong>2015</strong><br />
7pm £16.50 adv<br />
THE SELECTER<br />
SAT 25APR <strong>2015</strong> 7pm £6 adv<br />
LIVERPOOL<br />
ROCKS!<br />
- THE FINAL<br />
90<br />
SEEL STREET, LIVERPOOL, L1 4BH
Featuring over 200<br />
outstanding examples<br />
of writing combined<br />
with moving image<br />
13 November <strong>2014</strong> —<br />
08 February <strong>2015</strong><br />
FREE Entry<br />
fact.co.uk<br />
#typemotion<br />
In collaboration with<br />
Supported by
4<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Bido Lito!<br />
<strong>Issue</strong> Fifty One / <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2014</strong><br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
Static Gallery<br />
23 Roscoe Lane<br />
Liverpool<br />
L1 9JD<br />
Editor<br />
Christopher Torpey -<br />
chris@bidolito.co.uk<br />
Editor-In-Chief / Publisher<br />
Craig G Pennington -<br />
info@bidolito.co.uk<br />
Reviews Editor<br />
Sam Turner - live@bidolito.co.uk<br />
Designer<br />
Luke Avery - info@luke-avery.com<br />
Proofreading<br />
Debra Williams -<br />
debra@wordsanddeeds.co.uk<br />
Intern<br />
Emma Brady<br />
Words<br />
Christopher Torpey, Craig G<br />
Pennington, Joshua Potts, A.W. Wilde,<br />
Jack Graysmark, Maurice Stewart,<br />
Dave Tate, Richard Lewis, Alastair<br />
Dunn, Paddy Clarke, Spike Beecham,<br />
Emma Brady, Sam Turner, Paddy<br />
Hughes, Christopher Carr, Rob Syme,<br />
Naters P, Glyn Akroyd, Chris Hughes.<br />
Photography, Illustration and<br />
Layout<br />
Luke Avery, Mike Brits, Robin<br />
Clewley, Gaz Jones, Keith Ainsworth,<br />
Michelle Roberts, Nata Moraru,<br />
Stuart Moulding, Glyn Akroyd, Dan<br />
Medhurst.<br />
Adverts<br />
To advertise please contact<br />
ads@bidolito.co.uk<br />
Distributed By Middle Distance<br />
Print, distribution and events support<br />
across Merseyside and the North<br />
West.<br />
middledistance.org<br />
The T<br />
views expressed in Bido Lito! are those<br />
of the respective contributors and do not<br />
necessarily reflect the opinions of the<br />
magazine, its staff or the publishers. All<br />
rights reserved.<br />
THE CURIOUS CASE OF INDEPENDENC<br />
Craig G Pennington<br />
If nothing else, the recent furore around the proposed<br />
enthuse about The Kazimier and the community around<br />
development that would, if passed, have resigned The<br />
it, a creative, collaborative sphere which has been central<br />
Kazimier and Nation to dust should serve as a stone cold,<br />
to Liverpool’s recent cultural renaissance. We can point<br />
sobering wake-up call to us all: as a creative community, we<br />
out the quite frankly laughable timing of a proposal that<br />
need to collectively represent our interests.<br />
would lead to the closure of Cream’s home, Nation, falling<br />
We all know that the idea of culling The Kazimier and Nation<br />
shortly after the superclub’s founder, James Barton, was<br />
to make way for another mono-development of ‘luxury’<br />
recognised by Billboard Magazine in the US as “the most<br />
magnolia boxes is profoundly ludicrous, and we can bemoan<br />
influential person in the world for electronic dance music”.<br />
the lack of understanding and foresight from some within<br />
Plainly, the idea of English Heritage placing a plaque<br />
the corridors of power for even considering such proposals.<br />
outside Nation and the building being listed seems more<br />
We can point to Liverpool’s questionable track record when<br />
fitting than forcing its closure. We can make all these<br />
it comes to understanding, valuing and protecting its<br />
assertions and arguments passionately, enthusiastically<br />
cultural assets, and the inherent irony of tourism based on<br />
those blundered cultural assets seemingly rising from the<br />
ashes to take its place as our city’s golden goose. We can<br />
and eloquently until we are blue in the face but, until we<br />
find a way to have these sentiments understood on a city<br />
level, and until we are a part of the ongoing process of<br />
bidolito.co.uk
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 5<br />
Wolstenholme Square by Robin Clewley / @robinscamera<br />
E<br />
consulting, strategising and decision-making, we will merely<br />
be preaching to the converted, resigned to the margins.<br />
Kaz-Nation-gate is the latest in a run of conflicts over recent<br />
years between the powers that be and our grassroots creative<br />
community: the noise abatement notices affecting hubs<br />
such as Static, the whole ham-fisted drama around busking<br />
licences, the removal of business rate relief. Imagine if the<br />
grassroots creative community had been involved in policy<br />
discussion before these episodes erupted. Would we have<br />
ended up with the same flash points, the same decisions, the<br />
same outcry?<br />
Councils are – by their very nature – large, bureaucratic,<br />
sluggish organisations. They have fixed and formulaic<br />
processes and procedures by which decisions are taken. But<br />
they are there to represent a cross-section of opinion and<br />
interest from across the city. They need a way of consulting<br />
and engaging with our grassroots creative sector in a way<br />
that tessellates with their system. We need to be organised<br />
and structured so that we’re not only involved in the<br />
debate, but that we can lead<br />
the debate. We can then have<br />
the interests and concerns of our community represented,<br />
forming and moulding policy along with the city’s other core<br />
stakeholders.<br />
Bemoaning ‘the man’ is, to be honest, tiresome and boring.<br />
What is more interesting, to me anyway, is coming up with<br />
a solution, taking it to him. And taking it to him in a form he<br />
understands – us as a community serving it white-hot on a<br />
plate that’s just impossible to ignore. It’s vital to be part of<br />
that city process as an active participant, protecting what<br />
needs to be protected and what makes this city the place<br />
we love, but, more importantly, instigating positive, forwardthinking<br />
change.<br />
I suppose there is an inherent challenge to this within the<br />
very notion of us all being independent; we all value the notion<br />
of individualism, striding out, taking chances across our own<br />
shoulders. To be blunt, fragmented grassroots communities such<br />
as ours are made up of people who face enough challenges in<br />
maintaining the day-to-day existence of their own endeavours,<br />
without necessarily having the time or headspace to worry<br />
about the cohesive whole. But it comes back to the point I made<br />
in last month’s magazine: where do we sit as a community on<br />
this competitive-collaborative matrix? If we are to have any<br />
meaningful voice, if we are to play a part driving progressive<br />
dialogue about our city, if we are to be understood and valued<br />
as a sector, then we need collective representation.<br />
bidolito.co.uk
6<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
EdBlack<br />
Words: Joshua Potts / @joshpjpotts<br />
Photography: Mike Brits / mikebrits.com<br />
Loneliness is a funny thing. It can sit in the grandest or<br />
smallest of rooms, ignore your friends, stride up to the furthest<br />
corner of your heart and nestle there without giving you so<br />
much as a compliment. Even when we’re on top form, quaffing<br />
beer and anecdotes, the threat of silence lingers like hands<br />
on a black clock. What awaits the loner? An empty bed, a walk<br />
through that street only you have familiarised? Apologies for<br />
this preamble: I’m managing to make songwriter and all-round<br />
nimble musician ED BLACK sound like Morrissey with a migraine.<br />
He’s not like this at all. He just knows that isolation is torture,<br />
and he’s managed to find an ointment for it.<br />
I’m speaking to him via Skype on an unremarkable November<br />
afternoon. It’s our fourth interview; our first was eight months<br />
ago, when he was eagerly explaining the pitfalls of being a<br />
solo singer. There are the Jake Buggs and Ben Howards of the<br />
world, who happen to play acoustic guitars and thus act as the<br />
vanguard of ‘authenticity’ in pop music. People expect other<br />
young men with quixotic haircuts to give them more of the same:<br />
stability, recognisable packages, whatever you want to call it.<br />
In our first conversation, Black was adamant that his ambitions<br />
were greater than this, and I could tell he meant it. He’d just<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
left Ninetails, a band constantly humming across Liverpool’s<br />
fascination with the avant-garde. “They weren’t too keen on<br />
gigging,” was one of the reasons Ed gave for doing so. The group<br />
signed a management contract, but Ed has made his decision<br />
to go it alone – it was the right thing to do, from a musical<br />
perspective. He wanted to keep playing live, keep learning from<br />
a raft of mentors, to visualise the off-kilter leanings of his own,<br />
very personal, emotional exhibit.<br />
Won’t Go Back<br />
and<br />
Mistakes are the glorious fruits of his<br />
labours over the period since our first chat, which he is revealing<br />
in the form of a double A-side single in <strong>Dec</strong>ember. And ‘labour’<br />
is as apt a word as any to describe the brief spurts of writing<br />
and recording that went into them. When these demos landed<br />
in my Dropbox in mid-July, they hinted at panoramas through<br />
infant eyes: gorgeously melodic, subtle and somewhat jarring<br />
due to their fluid wavering between old-school instrumentation<br />
and electronics. Synthesis and silence struck me then, and<br />
now, as the tracks pull delicately at the edges of their structure,<br />
lapping backwards and forwards to catch beats in the riptide. “I<br />
see an ornament,” he says during our Skype call in the midst of<br />
summer, when I ask him to come up with an image summarising<br />
the mood of the EP. He links me to the cover of an old Coldplay<br />
record: a stone or a shell in someone’s hand, swamped in velvet<br />
light. “Definitely an ornament in blue,” he affirms. “Please don’t<br />
think I’m into Coldplay by any means, but these colours would<br />
work.” Listening to the final version of the tracks, where Ed’s<br />
tender vocals seem to be balancing above a descent into the<br />
internal, accepting the bliss of one’s own solitary headspace, my<br />
mind’s eye can’t help but agree with him about the blue part.<br />
Though occasionally an exercise in frustration, spending the<br />
better part of a year on such scant material has enabled Ed<br />
to realise, to the fullest extent, how good these songs could<br />
be. Post-Ninetails, Black got an offer from Ady Suleiman (close<br />
friend and prospective alt-RnB artist) to be his right-hand man<br />
in London. He de-camped and got swiftly embroiled in new<br />
commitments and the pleasures of the capital. For our final<br />
Skype call in November, Ed is speaking from Suleiman’s shed.<br />
Time away from the north has only cemented his opinion of the<br />
music industry but “You have to move down here [London],”<br />
Ed tells me. “I know it’s typical to say that. For the stage Ady’s<br />
at, you have to have a connection to this city.” Living with that<br />
reality didn’t stop him from spending long nights in with Logic,
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 7<br />
the digital software beloved by people with too little leisure<br />
time. When he was “starving or need[ing] a piss”, he’d forgo the<br />
demands of nature to spend hours at his digital workstation,<br />
fiddling over modulations and EQ levels.<br />
However, behind Black’s easy, tech-savvy veneer lurks an<br />
artistic obsession – some would say insecurity – with being<br />
alone. A breakup almost ruined him: he was nervous the ex in<br />
question would turn up for his Sound City gig, and he actually<br />
resurrected a song called Being Alone that night, drip-feeding<br />
his audience glimpses of the New Ed, the one willing to bear<br />
the scrutiny of an entire room and thrive in it. There’s been an<br />
acoustic release on the cards for quite a while, reflecting the<br />
shitload of Bon Iver he was listening to while trying to climb<br />
out of his emotional quicksand. “I wouldn’t necessarily classify<br />
[the acoustic tracks] as ‘of that mould’, but Justin Vernon was<br />
undeniably a huge influence on their conception. I still haven’t<br />
got round to doing them yet because I don’t want my tunes<br />
muddled up, and I don’t want to spread myself too thin.” He<br />
and the girl are back together after six months apart. “It’s a bit<br />
weird working on something I wrote in a completely different<br />
headspace. They’re a big thing for me, relationships. Since I was<br />
16 I’ve always been in one, in some form or another. Whenever<br />
I’m single I don’t enjoy it at all.”<br />
If the delayed catharsis of a voice and whispered chords<br />
could turn out to be Black’s For Emma, Forever Ago, then his<br />
completed material imitates Bon Iver’s second album, along<br />
with the spliced, sensual dub of FKA twigs and Baths’ child-like<br />
melodic intuition. I ask whether the lushness and warmth of the<br />
EP is an attempt to find solace in other people, or if it endorses<br />
retreating inside one’s self completely. “Hmmm,” he says. “I<br />
haven’t especially thought about that, but if I’d go one way, I’d<br />
say it reaches out. Y’know, like the experience of realising the<br />
layers and the textures of the thing with Jake.”<br />
This is Jake King, Ninetails’ drummer and Black’s alchemic<br />
totem. I visited Jake’s flat on Roscoe Street back in August to<br />
see how they were getting on. Alongside a Mac or two, and<br />
bunch of magnificent synth equipment, a board hung on the<br />
wall, scrawled with ideas like ‘Longer opening section?’ or, more<br />
simply, ‘BASS’. The lads sit me down and we listen to the halfcompleted<br />
demos without speaking, bobbing our heads. “There<br />
are elements of field recording in the percussion. I’ve just deleted<br />
a few actually...” Jake explains. “There’s a rain sound I really<br />
love: it was falling on a coal bunker outside my mum’s house.<br />
I’ll chop that up and make it into a sensible beat.” I attempt to<br />
make a link to Swedish philosopher Alain de Botton’s theory<br />
on the symbolic effects of thunderstorms. They look perplexed.<br />
Dammit, Josh, rein it in.<br />
Another difficult question is thrown to Ed in our last<br />
conversation: have you matured in the past year? He squints.<br />
“Subconsciously... My hair’s matured.” What about plans for an<br />
album in the near future? Would it be along the same lines (albeit<br />
faster lines, one might wish) as these effervescent offerings?<br />
“Again, I don’t think about it too much. There’s not a lot of<br />
thinking behind what I manage to do here and there. It’s cool –<br />
it’s why they’ve come out the way they have. But I’d say I’d lean<br />
more towards conventional structures, despite the fact I love the<br />
atmosphere I’ve already managed to capture.”<br />
Here’s hoping an atmosphere of daring originality continues<br />
to hang over Black’s career – it suits him down to the ground.<br />
Won’t Go Back<br />
b/w<br />
Mistakes is streaming exclusively on<br />
bidolito.co.uk now, and will be released in <strong>Dec</strong>ember.<br />
edblack.bandcamp.com<br />
bidolito.co.uk
8<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Cavalry<br />
Words: Jack Graysmark / @ZeppelinG1993<br />
Photography: Gaz Jones / @GJMPhoto<br />
As much as I adore Liverpool, I am still occasionally hit by the<br />
temptation to retreat to the countryside; lock yourself away in<br />
a reclusive log cabin in North Wales and the lush surroundings<br />
will delight you in abundance. But influence you? Well, it certainly<br />
worked for Bon Iver, but how about closer to home? CAVALRY’s<br />
guitarist Austin Logan was inspired enough to give it a try himself,<br />
and came away reaping the rewards. With a track called Leaves<br />
in their repertoire and an autumnal hue to their sound, you’d be<br />
forgiven for thinking that Austin’s excursion brought a fairly literal<br />
inspiration to the Cavalry aesthetic, but that’s where the parallel<br />
falls short. In fact, he refers to the result of his casual excursion<br />
– coming up with the band’s name – as a “happy accident”, one<br />
of many that have permeated the band’s career since they came<br />
together in late 2013.<br />
Ambushing the quintet in the midst of a busy schedule of<br />
meetings and rehearsals, I am keen to peer beneath the veneer<br />
of this rugged indie band blooming with potential. Two demos<br />
posted online back in <strong>Jan</strong>uary – Lament, and the aforementioned<br />
Leaves – have garnered acclaim across the board, from BBC<br />
Introducing in Merseyside to Radio 1’s new music heavyweight,<br />
Huw Stephens, and Radio 2 darling, <strong>Jan</strong>ice Long. But instead of<br />
rushing to respond to such praise, Cavalry have been carefully<br />
planning their next move while perfecting their craft with regular<br />
stints on the support-act circuit. There’s a charge coming, but<br />
never underestimate the importance of tactics.<br />
Their name even seems to personify the charge that’s also<br />
present in their songs, with slow-burning, folk-tinged introductions<br />
that increase in intensity as they march into grittier territory.<br />
Frontman Alan Croft highlights this idea as one that captures<br />
the essential tenet of the band, while bassist Paul James Jones<br />
points to the meaning of the word cavalry in the military sense:<br />
“It suggests the notion of being a last-minute rescue, a chance to<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
escape – which I think reflects on how this project has taken us<br />
all by surprise. The way we came together, it was a saviour-style<br />
moment where we just decided to go with it.” Their criss-crossed<br />
roots (childhood friends and university acquaintances) make for<br />
a cosily fraternal relationship. Three of the band (Croft, Logan<br />
and guitarist Steve Taylor) operate from a house they share on<br />
Lark Lane, feeding off the area’s zealous bohemian spirit. It’s a<br />
setting where you would naturally expect creativity to flourish,<br />
but Logan admits that the lack of divide between a professional<br />
and personal relationship can occasionally put a strain on certain<br />
circumstances. “The positives outweigh the negatives though,”<br />
butts in Croft. “We initially moved in to focus on getting the songs<br />
to a certain standard. When you rent out a rehearsal space you<br />
can often feel like you’re working to a strict deadline, but it’s not<br />
so rigid when you’re living together.”<br />
It might come off as a slightly romanticised idea, five selfsacrificing<br />
figures putting in the overtime to iron out the fine details<br />
all for the love of their craft. But put those glamorised notions aside<br />
and think about it in terms of communication and collaboration –<br />
suddenly it actually seems like an obvious choice. If the perfect<br />
melody comes to you in a sudden moment of inspiration, then it’s<br />
much easier to share it with your bandmate if he’s in the room<br />
next door, and the best time to react to an idea and work on it is<br />
while it is still fresh. This also encourages a democratic approach to<br />
songwriting, allowing all five band members to amalgamate their<br />
vast range of influences from their own individual experiences.<br />
Jones has an invested interest in post-production through his<br />
past experiments with electronic music, which bleeds into Cavalry<br />
through the orchestration of different layers of sound. Croft spent<br />
time in Canada prior to the band’s inception, but he finds hindsight<br />
and reflection more fitting for inspiring his lyrics. “It’s been quite<br />
turbulent in the past few years, but now I’m far more comfortable<br />
writing knowing the situation that we’re in.”<br />
With their penchant for balancing intricacy with intimacy,<br />
likening Cavalry to elements of The National and Local Natives<br />
would be deemed fair suggestions. But heads nod fervently<br />
around the group when Croft mentions Paul Simon, citing<br />
Graceland as an album upon which they all agree as a defining<br />
influence. “He’s definitely someone I connect with lyrically,” Croft<br />
argues, “but what also stands out for me is that a lot of the songs<br />
are based around one man and his guitar; it’s then about how you<br />
coordinate the other parts.”<br />
There we have the tactic behind the charge; it is not just simply<br />
“what” but “how.” The first few bars on their demos are pleasant<br />
enough, but it’s the potency of the guitar on Leaves that stays<br />
with you long after its swoons have ebbed from the speakers. And<br />
then there are the harmonies from Logan and Taylor, which allow<br />
the tension of Gareth Dawson’s elevated percussion to release.<br />
There’s no denying its power, but it comes as a warm embrace<br />
rather than a crushing blow. “When I write a song, it always starts<br />
with an acoustic guitar,” Logan explains, “which can leave you<br />
quite limited. The harmonies add another texture, a different layer<br />
you can use to transform the melody.”<br />
“I think if we’d known how much joy we would have had from<br />
Lament and Leaves, we would have had more material lined up<br />
to drip-feed the response,” admits Croft. “There’s more material<br />
ready to go, enough to fill several albums, but it’s just picking the<br />
right time.” Bassist Jones agrees, going on to offer: “I think it’s<br />
been for the best though, because we’ve carved our identity into<br />
our sound a lot more since then. When the new release comes<br />
out, it’ll be the best representation of us as a band, because of<br />
what we’ve learned in the live arena.”<br />
Maybe it’s the harsh cold of the winter’s night that makes<br />
Cavalry’s music so soothing at this time of year, but it’s the band’s<br />
determination to evolve that pulls you back in. Change is natural<br />
after all, but when you have this solid unit, each element equally<br />
invested in the other, you know that any change will be balanced<br />
by consistency. Brace yourself for the charge.<br />
soundcloud.com/cavalryliverpool
facebook.com/o2academyliverpool<br />
twitter.com/o2academylpool<br />
instagram.com/o2academyliverpool<br />
youtube.com/o2academytv<br />
Fri 28th Nov • £14 adv<br />
11pm - 3am • over 18s only<br />
Hip Hop History tour -<br />
Afrika Bambaataa<br />
+ Grandmaster Flash<br />
Fri 28th Nov • £11.50 adv<br />
The Doors Alive<br />
Sat 29th Nov • £12 adv<br />
Legend<br />
(Bob Marley Tribute)<br />
Sat 29th Nov • £10 adv<br />
The Hummingbirds<br />
Mon 1st <strong>Dec</strong> • £18.50 adv<br />
Professor Green<br />
Wed 3rd <strong>Dec</strong> • £15 adv<br />
Graham Bonnet<br />
(Catch The Rainbow Tour)<br />
Thurs 4th <strong>Dec</strong> • £12 adv<br />
Electric Six<br />
+ Andy D + The Usual Crowd<br />
Fri 5th <strong>Dec</strong> • £12 adv<br />
The Lancashire Hotpots<br />
+ The Bar-Steward Sons<br />
Of Val Doonican<br />
Fri 5th <strong>Dec</strong> • £12 adv<br />
The Anfield Wrap - Live<br />
and In Conversation<br />
ft. The Tea Street Band<br />
+ Sugarmen + 35 Summers<br />
Sat 6th <strong>Dec</strong> • £20 adv<br />
The Enemy & The Twang<br />
Sat 6th <strong>Dec</strong> • £15 adv<br />
Dreadzone<br />
+ DJ Buddha<br />
Sun 7th <strong>Dec</strong> • £8 adv<br />
Raging Speedhorn<br />
Tues 9th <strong>Dec</strong> • £19.50 adv<br />
Gogol Bordello<br />
+ Mariachi El Bronx<br />
Sat 13th <strong>Dec</strong> •<br />
Catfish & The Bottlemen<br />
Sun 14th <strong>Dec</strong> • £26.50<br />
Method Man<br />
and Redman<br />
+ No Fakin’ DJs & DJ 2Kind<br />
+ The L100 Liverpool Cypher<br />
Mon 15th <strong>Dec</strong> • £25 adv<br />
The Game<br />
Thu 18th <strong>Dec</strong> • £10 adv<br />
The Jagermeister<br />
Music Tour<br />
ft. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes<br />
+ The Skints<br />
Fri 19th <strong>Dec</strong> • £22.50 adv<br />
Fish A Moveable Feast Tour<br />
Sat 20th <strong>Dec</strong> • £18 adv<br />
Cast<br />
+ John McCullagh & The Escorts<br />
+ The Cheap Thrills<br />
Wed 28th <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> • £15 adv<br />
Hayseed Dixie<br />
Fri 6th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £10 adv<br />
Cash<br />
A Tribute To The Man In Black<br />
with full live band<br />
Thurs 12th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £9 adv<br />
Fearless Vampire Killers<br />
Mon 16th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £16.50 adv<br />
The War On Drugs<br />
Wed 18th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £16.50 adv<br />
Kerrang! Tour <strong>2015</strong><br />
ft. Don Broco + We Are The In Crowd<br />
+ Bury Tomorrow + Beartooth<br />
Fri 20th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £11 adv<br />
Hudson Taylor<br />
Singing For Strangers Tour<br />
+ Southern<br />
Sat 21st Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £11 adv<br />
The Smyths<br />
30th Anniversary of Hatful Of<br />
Hollow - The seminal album<br />
played in its entirety<br />
Sun 22nd Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £16 adv<br />
Jungle<br />
+ Clarence Clarity<br />
Sat 28th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £18 adv<br />
T’Pau<br />
Sat 7th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £15 adv<br />
Dizzy Lizzy<br />
& AC/DC UK<br />
Mon 9th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £23 adv<br />
The Stranglers<br />
Mon 9th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £10 / £25 VIP adv<br />
Room 94<br />
Sat 14th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £18.50 adv<br />
Damien Dempsey<br />
+ Ian Prowse<br />
Sat 14th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £14 adv<br />
Whole Lotta Led<br />
Fri 20th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £18.50 adv<br />
Reef<br />
Fri 27th Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £12 adv<br />
Sex Pistols Experience<br />
& Ed Tenpole Tudor<br />
Tues 31st Mar <strong>2015</strong> • £13.50 adv<br />
Fuse ODG<br />
Sat 11th Apr <strong>2015</strong> • £10 adv<br />
The Sex Pissed Dolls<br />
Sat 18th Apr <strong>2015</strong> • £17 adv<br />
The Wombats<br />
Wed 22nd Apr <strong>2015</strong> • £15 adv<br />
Prong<br />
Fri 1st May <strong>2015</strong> • £15 adv / £40 VIP<br />
Damage<br />
+ Rough Copy<br />
Sat 2nd May <strong>2015</strong> • £12.50 adv<br />
Bless This Beatology<br />
DJ FOOD Live AV Set<br />
+ DJ Kiddology<br />
Mon 25th May <strong>2015</strong> • £20 adv<br />
Chas & Dave<br />
Fri 29th May <strong>2015</strong> • £12 adv<br />
Cloudbusting<br />
(Kate Bush Tribute)<br />
The Jesus<br />
And Mary Chain<br />
Mon 16th Feb 15 - Mountford Hall<br />
Tickets £25 adv<br />
Ryan Adams<br />
Sun 1st Mar 15 - Mountford Hall<br />
Tickets £28.50 adv<br />
Placebo<br />
Tues 10th Mar 15 - Mountford Hall<br />
Tickets £29.50 adv<br />
Catfish &<br />
The Bottlemen<br />
Sun 5th Apr 15 - Mountford Hall<br />
Tickets £12.50 adv<br />
Ticketweb.co.uk • 0844 477 2000<br />
liverpoolguild.org<br />
Sun 14th <strong>Dec</strong> • £26.50<br />
Method Man & Redman<br />
Sat 20th <strong>Dec</strong> • £18 adv<br />
Cast<br />
+ John McCullagh & The Escorts<br />
+ The Cheap Thrills<br />
Mon 16th Feb <strong>2015</strong> • £16.50 adv<br />
The War On Drugs<br />
o2academyliverpool.co.uk<br />
11-13 Hotham Street, Liverpool L3 5UF • Doors 7pm unless stated<br />
Venue box office opening hours: Mon - Sat 11.30am - 5.30pm • No booking fee on cash transactions<br />
ticketweb.co.uk • seetickets.com • gigantic.com • ticketmaster.co.uk
10<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Run from<br />
Fear<br />
Words: A. W. Wilde / awwilde.co.uk<br />
Don’t grow up: it’s a trap. As soon as you can read they’ve got<br />
you by the balls and there’s not much you can do about it. From<br />
that first day at little school in long socks you’ve been unwittingly<br />
cursed, coerced into understanding rules, dissuaded from dive<br />
bombing into swimming pools, exposed to the elucidating<br />
wants that hide behind brand strap-lines, and then crushed by<br />
the realisation that you didn’t-read-the-fucking-smallprint. Words<br />
are weapons. Words aren’t actions. Words can be twisted.<br />
When introduced to the first alphabet on a clear blue summer’s<br />
day in the 5th Century BC, Plato was instantly distrustful. With<br />
one white bushy eyebrow arched, he looked towards his pupil,<br />
Aristotle, and exclaimed for all of Athens to hear: “This shit smells<br />
real fishy to me. I oughta tear those Phoenicians a new asshole<br />
for inventing it”. Unfazed, Aristotle returned his gaze and replied,<br />
“Word is born”.<br />
Or so the story goes. And words are, of course, at least partly<br />
responsible for every great novel you’ve ever read and every<br />
song lyric you can’t get out of your head. Words animate what<br />
language depicts and can themselves be animated — all in the<br />
good name of art. Now showing at FACT is an exhibition entitled<br />
TYPE MOTION, a celebration of the creative possibilities of text<br />
in a digital galaxy far, far beyond print. The basis for this artistic<br />
vocabulary is nothing new: since the caves of Lascaux over 17,300<br />
years ago we’ve been using text and image as a mode of artistic<br />
expression. The printing press furthered this in 1439 and the<br />
conceptual art of the 1960s subverted it by dragging language<br />
into the field of painting.<br />
Type Motion is a multimedia affair; films, title sequences,<br />
pop videos and interactive screens all offer ample validation<br />
for text as an individual art form. Suspended from the ceiling<br />
in the downstairs gallery space are six screens on which films<br />
run continuously, each with their own soundtrack. The room is<br />
otherwise unlit and its walls are mirrored, the floor polished<br />
to an obsidian kinda blackness. In this most optimal setting<br />
the images reflect where they please, surrounding the viewer<br />
with a ton of moving text from the likes of Saul Bass, Marcel<br />
Duchamp and John Baldessari. It feels like walking into (and<br />
not onto) the set of Blade Runner: an engulfing disorientation<br />
of the most futuristic persuasion. Yet this feeling of being<br />
adrift didn’t last — and that’s because I’ve spent most of my<br />
life in cities, all of it as part of Generation X. In the modern<br />
metropolis we become desensitised to text for the sole reason<br />
that we’re bombarded by it: on buses, by fly-posters and from<br />
the many backlit pulpits of Viacom and Clear Channel. Yet<br />
for someone of my parents’ generation, I can imagine this<br />
sensory assault is similar to being pushed out of a moving car<br />
in 1950s Bootle only to land on the pavement in Tokyo 2020.<br />
Times don’t stop changing: in the late nineteenth century, folk<br />
from the outskirts of Paris would travel into the centre, arriving<br />
at Place Saint-Medard just to look at the new phenomenon<br />
of billboards. The same is true of Piccadilly Circus to post-<br />
Blitzkrieg greater Londoners.<br />
But what’s on show in this exhibition is art; it’s just very closely<br />
related to its commercial cousin. The delineation between the<br />
two has been expertly handled by the curators in this exhibition,<br />
even if its line was already blurred by those that dug its popular<br />
roots: text art royalty Ed Rushca worked as graphic designer at<br />
an advertising agency and Andy Warhol was first a commercial<br />
illustrator. In this most seriffed of worlds, profession and creative<br />
inclination are two sides of the same canvas.<br />
Upstairs, Type Motion invites you to get interactive on works<br />
specially commissioned for the exhibition. Hovering above a<br />
virtual cityscape, you navigate your flight via movement sensors<br />
and land on buildings that launch videos of iconic moments of<br />
text in motion. There is also the largest touch-screen device I’ve<br />
seen that doesn’t come with Jamie Carragher attached. It houses<br />
a diamond mine of information for the typographically minded:<br />
an archive of such breadth and depth it’d exhaust you before you<br />
exhaust it. My highlight of the exhibition is shown on the cinema<br />
screen up here: a structuralist film from 1970 by Hollis Frampton<br />
entitled Zorns Lemma. The film uses all the components of film:<br />
image, sound, narrative, but applies to them a mathematically<br />
devised structure (its title relates to the work of Max Zorn, a<br />
German algebraist) so the film appears to be entirely abstract. It’s<br />
not. It’s a beguiling, unravelling Ezra Pound poem of street signs,<br />
alphabets, couples and meat being minced.<br />
Fun from<br />
Rear<br />
bidolito.co.uk
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 11<br />
Savour<br />
Kindness<br />
Because<br />
And Type Motion is a wonderfully curious thing; with its<br />
multitude of screens within screens it turns FACT into a set of<br />
Russian Matryoshka dolls. It’s an exhibition of an art form too<br />
new to have a retrospective, yet proving simultaneously that<br />
the simulation of newness is often the artist’s BBF. Does the<br />
exhibition prove that digital is the all-pervasive future? No.<br />
And neither should it. To say that digital is the death knell is to<br />
un-friend our future and to negate the influence of the many<br />
artists that paved the way to it. The commonality with the artist<br />
featured in Type Motion and their analogue forbearers is the<br />
creation of visual languages. A visual language is much more<br />
than just a style, although it is not itself unstylish. This next lot<br />
have meaning and style by the truckload:<br />
JENNY HOLTZER “borrows freely from mass culture to explore<br />
some of the more pressing issues of our time”. Her medium is<br />
text. Perhaps best known for her LED signs, her work takes many<br />
forms but, be they T-shirts or sandstone benches, the weight of<br />
what she’s saying is unquestionable.<br />
ED RUSHCA and Los Angeles are umbilically linked and many<br />
working in this field of art owe him a debt. An interrogation of<br />
language from an exceptional painter. Oof.<br />
BOB & ROBERTA SMITH is the work of one man who<br />
favours a swift and direct communication with the viewer and<br />
paints onto discarded wood and cardboard, the flotsam and<br />
jetsam of Deptford’s streets. His work is a warm cuddle from<br />
democracy itself.<br />
THE GUILFORD 4 ARE INNOCENT was the first bit of political<br />
graffiti I can remember seeing. As a 1970s child, it was everywhere<br />
in the aftermath of the hooky conviction of four supposed IRA<br />
terrorists. When each of their sentences were overturned sixteen<br />
years later the graffiti returned, this time shouting: GUILFORD 4 –<br />
POLICE 0. This is the simplistic epitome of text at its most potent<br />
and reflexive: once you see it, you can’t help but read it and want<br />
to understand the meaning behind it. And it is in protest that<br />
text becomes nakedly polemic and unashamedly powerful. The<br />
artwork of the Guerrilla Girls tackling sexism does for feminism<br />
what the posters of Emory Douglas and the Black Panthers did<br />
for racism. That is: force recognition of prejudice by spelling out<br />
exactly how much state-sanctioned, power-crazed bullshit exists<br />
in the world.<br />
The Paris riots of Mai ‘68 are a prime example of the role<br />
image, text and sloganeering can play in arming democracy and<br />
effecting change. The posters of the Atelier Populaire plastered<br />
Paris and were described as “weapons in the service of the<br />
struggle and are an inseparable part of it”. The riots and resulting<br />
ideology are credited by some as imbuing the French political<br />
class with a new brace of ethics. And such was its resonance<br />
in the popular culture that followed, describing its fetishistic<br />
attributes as a soundclash between acid house and the Miners’<br />
Strike doesn’t sound remotely odd.<br />
The ’83-4 Miners’ Strike mobilised a mixture of text and<br />
image that nodded to the rich artistic history of trade union and<br />
working-class banners that pre-dates the Jarrow Crusade. The art<br />
of the marching banner is celebrated in John Gorman’s definitive<br />
book Banner Bright – in which the work of sign-writers and<br />
coach-painters is given its rightful elevation. Needless to say, this<br />
type of work wasn’t quick to produce and so posters, postcards<br />
and badges became an excellent medium for making solidarity<br />
visible in the day-to-day struggle against Thatcher’s clan.<br />
So, how do we conclude where the role of text resides in the<br />
arts this very second? Does digital artistry prove that the writing’s<br />
on the wall for writing on the wall? Does it fuck. It does, however,<br />
highlight the fact that the combination of images and text is now<br />
the most frequent kind of reading we do in a www-world. It’s a<br />
nightmare for novelists because it shortens the attention span.<br />
Because we can't concentrate, we read the same line in a book<br />
countless times. The same line in a book countless times. Same<br />
line. Countless times. And because we can't concentrate, we read<br />
the same line in a book countless times. Ahh, Buzzfeed.<br />
The Type Motion exhibition at FACT runs until 8th February <strong>2015</strong>.<br />
fact.co.uk<br />
A.W. Wilde’s latest publication is a collection of short stories<br />
titled A Large Can Of Whoopass, which can be purchased from<br />
awwilde.co.uk<br />
Cruelty<br />
Is Always<br />
Possible Later<br />
A QUICK ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR TEXT<br />
IN ART, IN PROTEST AND ON WALLS<br />
bidolito.co.uk
12<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Words: Joshua Potts / @joshpjpotts<br />
Photography: Keith Ainsworth / arkimages.co.uk<br />
“It’s not a fable,” he says, leaning forward with wide eyes. “It’s<br />
an old truth.”<br />
A letter is placed on the table. It could be a copy, although its<br />
laminate covering suggests something precious and coveted. The<br />
date reads 21st November, 1911. In elegant type, a Mr Fred Luke is<br />
testifying about an organist. “Should you appoint him, I feel sure<br />
you will never regret the choice,” it reads. “Believe me to remain.”<br />
The letter ends at that, eschewing the traditional follow-up<br />
(“your loyal companion”) and leaving the line as a bare bone of<br />
poetic thought. It’s confident, romantic, and a little obtuse, and<br />
chimes perfectly with how Jez Wing, the man on the other side<br />
of the table to me, thinks. His great-grandfather, whose talents<br />
have inadvertently inspired Wing to work on a new trilogy of<br />
records as COUSIN JAC, happens to be the subject of Mr Luke’s<br />
glowing recommendation. For Wing, there is sadness in never<br />
knowing what has truly remained for our families and the history<br />
they inhabit, generation after generation. One thing’s for sure: for<br />
as much joy as that line gives him, you can bet there’s more in<br />
tackling a “great big Victorian synthesiser” in St. George’s Hall.<br />
He’s talking, of course, about the building’s grand concert organ,<br />
built in 1855 by Henry Willis, and which featured on at least one<br />
of the tracks on Cousin Jac’s first record, Believe Me To Remain.<br />
Maybe some propensities are hard to ignore.<br />
Cousin Jac has been a concept for a while, and not just in the<br />
mind of Jez Wing. The name was given by Cornish miners to their<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
brethren looking for work across the Atlantic; now, it is Wing’s<br />
three-year project shuffling to the end of a beginning, an alias on<br />
which to launch his own voyage of personal conquest. Believe<br />
Me To Remain is an album born out of escape, reconciliation and<br />
jaunts to and from American airports with the smell of the ocean<br />
still in your nose. The singer and keyboardist, who has been a<br />
member of Echo & The Bunnymen’s live band since 2009, has<br />
eulogised a corner of the past that is often idealised but rarely<br />
articulated this well: the time of the New World, when making<br />
a life could mean leaving a family, and the call of the horizon<br />
was both noble and dangerous. Ships, ports and sacrifices drift<br />
on the record’s lean course towards spiritual promise, casting a<br />
long goodbye to an imagined shore where a lover stands waiting<br />
for the pain of separation to be justified. “I started writing from<br />
that point of view,” says Jez from the embrace of a suitably plush<br />
armchair. “What I would call ‘auto-fiction’. Primarily, the sea ties<br />
us all together. It also provides a life for people, which is why<br />
it makes me think of my family. My granddad was a navy man.<br />
It represents a life-blood, a lifeline.” One, then, that has crucially<br />
never left him as unchartered experiences tried to lay claim to<br />
his attention.<br />
“Recently, I heard that the impact of these huge ice meteors<br />
helped form the oceans we know today. I don’t necessarily believe<br />
that’s true but it fascinates me! Essentially, the sea is an asteroid!”<br />
he laughs, aware it sounds like bollocks.<br />
His commitments to the Bunnymen occasionally come<br />
between him and progress of his own work, although touring<br />
with one of the most quietly admired bands of the last 30 years<br />
sure has plenty of perks. A few weeks ago he performed in<br />
front of an audience of millions on David Letterman’s late-night<br />
show, and many of the musicians who contributed to Believe Me<br />
To Remain were picked up on tours in the US. In fact, the last<br />
couple of years have been vital for allowing Wing the security and<br />
brashness to bring his baby to life. The story in his head never<br />
got stale – on the contrary, the research he did in-between shows<br />
added a wealth of depth to his barnacle odyssey. Waterwitch, a<br />
favourite track of his, was written after he saw a framed painting<br />
of a vessel in a Dutch hotel. Like his great-grandfather’s letter<br />
from over a century ago, the combination of words sent ideas<br />
careering through Wing’s head, even though he admits to not<br />
knowing what the song is about exactly. Which is an unusual turn<br />
for Believe Me To Remain: the majority of the record’s lyrics, from<br />
the musings of Passing Place to Atlanta’s nostalgic longing for<br />
home, are rooted in specificity. The same care translates to the<br />
album’s cover, which was painted by one of Jez’s close friends.<br />
It depicts a sooty hill crashing down towards a steeple and thin,<br />
imposing houses, while a white-sailed ship grazes by, heading<br />
out to the unknown.<br />
Storytelling is so attached to this music that it’s sometimes hard<br />
to talk to Wing about much else. To be frank, it’s a miracle that his<br />
original inspiration carried him this far, that it didn’t sit and rot on<br />
the shelf after so long. I wonder if the imagery he seems obsessed<br />
by – the torrent of cannons, feathers, masts and setting suns – is<br />
his tool for coping with reality, as all stories tend to be. “Yes, it is<br />
our way of coping. But that doesn’t make it any less wonderful or<br />
completely immersive. Who’s to say I’m not playing with reality<br />
by spinning a yarn?” In particular, there is a recurring feminine<br />
presence keeping the narrator from abandoning himself. It’s very<br />
cyclical, I tell him. “In a loose sense, it draws from relationships,” he<br />
says. “Collective male/female struggles are part of what I’m talking<br />
about. [second track] Lightning And Thunder might come across like<br />
I’m a moody git. However, it’s come from a place that’s made up of<br />
intense laughter and a shitload of tension. It’s come from family.<br />
“There’s a Steely Dan lyric,” he continues, “that goes: ‘a woman’s<br />
voice reminds me to serve and not to speak’. In order to honour<br />
your wife, partner, community… we look to the harmonious<br />
female spirit.” All of this takes some getting used to. Seafaring is a<br />
myth that’s still broadly masculine. Yet if you think about it, cracks<br />
emerge beneath the deck of the Ahab figure, who, harpoon in<br />
hand, may be trembling in our collective conscious. After all, boats<br />
are feminised by default and many carry the names of women, as<br />
if there needs to be a maternal force to organise passage across<br />
chaos. For the ocean can also be pure, frightening space.<br />
Jez is safe with his own identity back home. He’s glad the<br />
Cornish have been recognised as a minority by the EU, and speaks<br />
fondly of the “tribal nature of British-ness”. By the end of his first<br />
outing as Cousin Jac, that divided land has melted away. Parts<br />
two and three of the narrative will be released when he gets<br />
around to recording them; writing has already begun, and he’s<br />
nervous about his ability to play it all live (the full backing band<br />
can reach a dozen in number, with the optional string section).<br />
Eventually, he’d like to go for the grandiose ploy of performing<br />
his triptych in full over successive evenings, though we’ll have to<br />
wait for them to mature, the narratives apparently setting course<br />
to traverse afro-beat and jazz next time: morsels from foreign<br />
shores, ready to gaze at the dwindling light on the horizon and<br />
add to the chase.<br />
Believe Me To Remain is out now.<br />
cousinjac.com
Book now for<br />
Christmas!<br />
Your NEW Liverpool<br />
Philharmonic Hall<br />
this Christmas<br />
David Gray<br />
Monday 1 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 7.30pm<br />
Imelda May<br />
Friday 5 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 7.30pm<br />
DadaFest International <strong>2014</strong><br />
Staff Benda Bilili<br />
Saturday 6 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 7.30pm<br />
Seth Lakeman<br />
Wednesday 4 February 7.30pm<br />
Christmas with the<br />
Royal Liverpool<br />
Philharmonic<br />
Orchestra<br />
White Christmas:<br />
The Greatest<br />
Holiday Hits<br />
Saturday 13 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 7.30pm<br />
The Spirit<br />
of Christmas<br />
Thursday 18 / Saturday 20 -<br />
Tuesday 23 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 7.30pm<br />
Family Concert<br />
Rudolph on<br />
Hope Street<br />
Saturday 20 & Sunday 21<br />
<strong>Dec</strong>ember 11.30am & 2.30pm<br />
Monday 22 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 2.30pm<br />
Swinging in the<br />
New Year with<br />
Jacqui Dankworth<br />
Wednesday 31 <strong>Dec</strong>ember 7.30pm<br />
Disney Fantasia<br />
Live in Concert<br />
Saturday 3 <strong>Jan</strong>uary<br />
2.30pm & 7.30pm<br />
Box Office<br />
liverpoolphil.com<br />
01<strong>51</strong> 709 3789
14<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK<br />
<strong>2014</strong> REVIEW Words:<br />
Sam Turner, Dave Tate, Joshua Potts, Richard<br />
Lewis, Paddy Clarke, Alastair Dunn.<br />
Photography: Michelle Roberts / sheshoots.co.uk<br />
Liverpool has enjoyed an embarrassment of riches on the festival<br />
front this year. <strong>2014</strong> has seen the biggest names, the best cuttingedge<br />
artists and Shaggy all grace Merseyside. As we reached the<br />
year’s curtain call, LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK strode up to the plate<br />
for its tenth edition, primed to unleash more fantastic music on our<br />
venues with some mouth-watering prospects on an aggressively<br />
great bill. Dave Tate started at the top with the stunning opening<br />
event at Camp and Furnace, waiting with baited breath to see<br />
the current critic’s darling, while Josh Potts encountered post-rock<br />
royalty in the same venue the following night. Dave Tate then took<br />
a trip to the other side of town for a set by established indie-dance<br />
favourites at the O2 Academy.<br />
SHOWCASE EVENTS<br />
There are many round these parts (by which<br />
I of course mean the music press) who'd<br />
have you believe Daniel Snaith is some<br />
kind of musical second coming,<br />
and they certainly have a strong<br />
case. His last three albums,<br />
under the aliases of<br />
CARIBOU and Daphni,<br />
have all received<br />
justified critical<br />
acclaim<br />
and<br />
he has proved<br />
himself equally adept<br />
behind the decks, taking<br />
headline sets at festivals<br />
across the summer.<br />
While he's certainly blessed with<br />
a polymathic ability (not only in music,<br />
Snaith holds a doctorate in Mathematics),<br />
it would also be fair to say I've been slightly<br />
trepidatious about the trajectory his latest album<br />
has set him on. While his previous work has never<br />
shied away from the mainstream, he was usually found<br />
to be skirting its periphery. Familiar, while challenging its<br />
conventions enough to be interesting. With latest offering, Our<br />
Love, however, it seems he has set his sights firmly on the charts.<br />
My first thoughts on hearing the album were how similar a<br />
lot of it was to much contemporary pop/dance. Not that there's<br />
anything inherently wrong with that, of course, but the album<br />
failed to excite me in the same way as, say, Swim or (Daphni<br />
debut) Jiaolong. Perhaps this is a sign of Snaith’s increasing<br />
ambition to crack the mainstream. Judging from tonight's show<br />
ambition is something Snaith possesses in spades. Every track is<br />
squeezed and pushed to its most anthemic, showcasing his move<br />
towards a bigger and more club/festival-friendly sound.<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
Perhaps Snaith’s overriding characteristic, and greatest<br />
strength, lies in his ability to connect seemingly disparate scenes<br />
and eras. The songs he plays from his last two Caribou albums –<br />
such as the ever-excellent<br />
reconcile a love of<br />
play as a band. In<br />
Odessa – exhibit his attempts to<br />
dance music with his desire to<br />
the context of this band,<br />
the music incorporates much of<br />
the flowery psychedelia of<br />
his earlier albums.<br />
not<br />
New<br />
single<br />
Can't<br />
Do<br />
Without<br />
You<br />
would<br />
sound out of<br />
place atop the Radio 1<br />
playlist, but even tracks dating as<br />
far back as 2007’s<br />
Andorra hold their own in<br />
this decidedly dance- friendly context. Caribou’s<br />
broad appeal is evident,<br />
Caribou<br />
with everyone from 'the youth of<br />
today' to the discerning, beard-stroking musos in attendance. It<br />
may be difficult to maintain your uniqueness as an artist whilst the<br />
audiences<br />
continue<br />
to<br />
grow but it's a<br />
safe bet to say if<br />
anyone can do it,<br />
it's probably Dan.<br />
The<br />
buzz<br />
surrounding<br />
Saturday<br />
night’s<br />
bill seems to<br />
shake the highest<br />
rafters of the<br />
Furnace, where a<br />
dense crowd has<br />
filled almost every<br />
nook in the room to watch<br />
MUGSTAR unleash hell. No,<br />
they don’t kick anything over,<br />
and their guitars are not beaten on<br />
the stage floor like Fisher Price mallets,<br />
though you wonder if the noises arising<br />
from such activity would be out of place in the<br />
quartet’s familiar (but never easy) krautrock tempest.<br />
Having gained an extremely passionate local following<br />
over the years, the band brutalise any who find the idea of<br />
ripples in their pints ungodly. Canvas and Black Fountain are<br />
as unstoppable as a truck spotlighting a baby deer; Mugstar are<br />
always best when their sheer energy batters the niggling feeling<br />
that maybe one gear is all they can hit but, Christ, what velocity,<br />
what furious confidence in their material.<br />
FOREST SWORDS is another local lad done good – one of<br />
Merseyside’s true breakout stars. It’s great to see him back home<br />
in Camp and Furnace on this celebratory Friday evening, at the<br />
summit of an All Tomorrow’s Parties event that he’s curated. An<br />
ancient idol revolves slowly on the screen behind him, possibly<br />
a nod towards Matthew Barnes’ fast and loose appropriation<br />
of world music to his tightly wound, electronic fantasia. Like<br />
his ambient forefathers, he’s able to let melodies squirrel away<br />
beneath percussive bedrock, yet stabs through here and there
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 15<br />
Mogwai<br />
with vocal lines that take you off guard, shuttling towards a<br />
cataclysm we’re eternally hoping for. When Barnes’ stars<br />
align, there’s no will to refuse them. The Weight Of<br />
Gold is a perfect example of his mythos, performed<br />
with see-sawing back motions and a bass pitch<br />
that’s too ridiculous to be healthy.<br />
If Forest Swords represents<br />
the transitory level of success as an<br />
instrumental artist, MOGWAI have<br />
to be the lords of the long<br />
game. The Glaswegians<br />
have<br />
experimented<br />
with their quietloud<br />
nuclear<br />
dynamic<br />
before<br />
–<br />
however,<br />
<strong>2014</strong>’s Rave<br />
Tapes might be<br />
their most mature<br />
effort yet and,<br />
truthfully, it adds<br />
a lot of meat to<br />
Mogwai’s<br />
musical<br />
bones.<br />
Opener<br />
Heard About You<br />
Last Night slithers<br />
beautifully to life,<br />
three<br />
luminous<br />
hexagons<br />
above<br />
blinking out over our<br />
dark bodies. Remurdered’s<br />
menace could be lifted straight<br />
out of Pink Floyd’s Welcome To<br />
The Machine, another dizzying and<br />
dystopian murmur bubbling at the edges<br />
of ascendency. Count all of the finger-flights up<br />
the neck of John Cummings’ guitar and you deserve<br />
a medal. The group swap instruments occasionally,<br />
tuning into a kinesis that binds each take-off with the<br />
titanic force of a leviathan emerging from clouds of fog. Each<br />
song requires patience but they are very rewarding: Death Rays, in<br />
particular, layers its sonic patchwork together without revealing<br />
any seams. Mogwai can say more with a held chord than most<br />
bands can cram into a lyric sheet, and for this, and the fact that<br />
they are simply one of the most cohesive units gracing modern<br />
music, we can reattach to reality tomorrow with a glimpse of<br />
transcendence.<br />
On the face of it, MONEY don't look like a band you would<br />
particularly want opening for you. Recent headline slots have<br />
shown them to be a band capable of wearing out an audience<br />
with the conviction they put into their performance and, if they hit<br />
their stride, they could easily threaten to blow any headliners out<br />
of the water. Their reverb-washed post-punk sound brings to mind<br />
The Bunnymen and the songs push towards anthemic. Synth pads<br />
wash and rise and vocals soar, touching on themes of love and<br />
loss, all with a decidedly Byronic bent. And my, what vocals they<br />
are. Midway between a choirboy and a drunk, Jamie Lee manages<br />
to evoke an entire spectrum of emotions and then some, all<br />
with a coy smile across his face. His swagger and charisma are<br />
arresting. Again, not exactly a band you'd relish following.<br />
Pity, then, poor WILD BEASTS, for that is precisely the hand<br />
they've been dealt. Things start promisingly enough and they've<br />
brought along all the bells and whistles, not to mention a<br />
particularly impressive light show. In spite of all this, however, I<br />
find myself zoning out from the second song in. The sound from<br />
the venue could partially be to blame, but only to the extent that<br />
it exposes a weakness inherent in the band’s latest synth-based<br />
offerings. Stood up alongside their better – and better-renowned –<br />
earlier work such as All The King’s Men and Hooting And Howling,<br />
it makes you wonder why they ever chose to move away from<br />
their guitar-based roots at all.<br />
Indeed, the band seem a long<br />
way from those quirkyyet-compelling<br />
Cumbrians with<br />
the camp falsettos<br />
and jagged guitar pop that found<br />
them fame. Instead, they have<br />
repositioned<br />
themselves as a<br />
group of Thin<br />
White Dukeera<br />
Bowies,<br />
wrapped<br />
in swagger and<br />
turtlenecks.<br />
While<br />
they prove themselves<br />
experienced-enough musicians to<br />
put on a good show, at times it<br />
going through the motions. Towards<br />
Hookworms<br />
Hookworms<br />
feels like they're<br />
the end of the set they<br />
do try to engage the crowd with their louder songs and more<br />
dance-inspired beats but it's too little, too late. It's a shame really<br />
because underneath all the synth glitz, 80s fashion and faux<br />
posturing, I'm sure there's still a band capable of putting on a<br />
great show. Just not tonight.<br />
FREE SHOWS @<br />
THE KAZIMIER<br />
With the echoing din of such fine purveyors of modern rock<br />
still rattling the walls of Camp and Furnace, we pitched up at<br />
The Kazimier for a fine weeklong series of free shows. Dave Tate,<br />
Richard Lewis and Paddy Clarke saw some of the highlights.<br />
There's nothing like a bit of Saturday Night Fever, particularly<br />
when it's soundtracked by the infectious, hypnotic grooves of one<br />
of San Francisco’s finest groups of recent years. PEAKING LIGHTS<br />
certainly bring a party atmosphere, even if it's mostly limited to<br />
the stage. Not since the Shangaan of Nozinja has Liverpool played<br />
host to music simultaneously ebullient and danceable. While their<br />
sound is clearly indebted to Jamaican dub production and ideas,<br />
there is a gratifying lack of affected patois, quasi-spirituality or<br />
misappropriated ideology that afflicts so much of dub-inspired<br />
music. Peaking Lights’ music equally references shades of 4AD as<br />
it does Studio One and is all the stronger and more interesting for<br />
it. Danceable and fun. Now if only they could drag a few more<br />
bodies on to the floor.<br />
HOOKWORMS’ support slot to fellow cosmic voyagers<br />
Moon Duo two years ago saw the same venue at<br />
roughly half-full, whereas tonight The Kaz is at<br />
sardines capacity before the five-piece descend<br />
from the dressing room.<br />
Assuredly opening with slow-burner<br />
Away/Towards – the curtain-raiser to<br />
last year’s magnificent debut LP,<br />
Pearl Mystic – the set powers<br />
forwards in units of<br />
three or four tracks<br />
at a time, the<br />
first<br />
tranche<br />
comprising<br />
twenty minutes<br />
of exhilarating prog/<br />
psych cross-pollination<br />
before a brief respite is<br />
finally permitted.<br />
Stood front and centre onstage,<br />
vocalist MJ is the fulcrum of the band’s<br />
sound and somehow manages to combine<br />
intense emotional vocal catharsis with lab<br />
technician-like accuracy across keyboards and the<br />
sound desk of white noise effects and samples in front<br />
of him. To the left of the stage, a guitarist grapples with<br />
his low-slung axe whilst opposite a fellow six-stringer lets<br />
loose a blizzard of FX, their efforts backed up by the formidable<br />
drive of the rhythm section.<br />
Showcasing new material – XL-proportioned lead single The<br />
Impasse and new 45 On Leaving, pulsing along on an insistent<br />
jabbing bassline – amply demonstrate why imminent second LP<br />
The Hum is pulling in plaudits from across the board. The upbeat<br />
stomp of Radio Tokyo signposts the group’s excursions into<br />
poppier climes, while the swooning Off Screen proves the quintet<br />
can change gears from intense to expansive, ‘quieter’ moments<br />
where, conversely, the volume doesn’t actually drop. The title<br />
of the straight-ahead motorik psych-pop of Retreat played last,<br />
bidolito.co.uk
16<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
meanwhile, proves paradoxical, given that the present band are<br />
advancing in the opposite direction at gathering speed. A quick<br />
“Cheers Liverpool” and they depart to long, highly deserved<br />
applause.<br />
Across this year’s Liverpool Music Week bill you<br />
can dip in to sets that are both brilliant and<br />
bizarre, but few are as unyieldingly bizarre<br />
as AMERICANS, the disordered duo who<br />
open the evening tucked in a corner<br />
amid a tangle of wires and props<br />
on the crowded floor. Though<br />
they open with sparse,<br />
easy chimes, the<br />
pleasantries<br />
are<br />
soon<br />
smothered<br />
by a harsh,<br />
cacophonous swarm of<br />
frantic drums and whirring,<br />
abrasive synths which attack<br />
and attack with no surrender in<br />
sight.<br />
It’s a shambolic set, yet somehow<br />
completely engrossing – it might well be one<br />
of the best comedy routines Liverpool’s seen in<br />
years. Though one particularly obnoxious gaggle of<br />
pissed-up, middle-aged punters who’ve stumbled into<br />
the wrong hen-do feel the need to heckle, for the majority<br />
the duo are remarkably endearing.<br />
SEAWITCHES follow and bring things back down to earth –<br />
unfortunately a little too much. Their set is a relatively engaging<br />
one, thanks in no small part to the lashings of ethereal charisma<br />
lent by frontwoman Jo Herring’s command of the stage, and they’ve<br />
no shortage of fetching riffs and creeping atmospherics. The band’s<br />
problem is simply a minor identity crisis – the shadows of Savages,<br />
Siouxsie and The Cure still darken their idiosyncrasies. That said,<br />
they reveal much in embryonic talent that’s there to be tightened,<br />
and those vocals soar nonetheless.<br />
WE CAME OUT LIKE TIGERS are, as ever, a welcome cat amongst<br />
the pigeons. Led by the melodrama of the choral Tribulation,<br />
as they take their opening strides they duly career into<br />
a thunder of drums and razor-sharp screams. Noisy<br />
is an understatement, the group completely<br />
uncompromising in a set of magnetic intensity.<br />
They take to quieter moments, too, with<br />
immense reserves of confidence, solo<br />
vocal segments still captivating<br />
for what appears to be a far<br />
from stereotypical screamo<br />
crowd. As frontman<br />
Simon Barr turns<br />
political orator for<br />
a defiant soap-box<br />
speech towards the<br />
set’s close, it’s more than<br />
clear that he’s a man with The<br />
Kazimier in his palm.<br />
EAGULLS have more than the<br />
swagger to follow, rocketing into their<br />
luscious post-punk wails with the fine-tuned<br />
intensity of Killing Joke at their most thrilling. It’s<br />
not long before the moshers stumble frontwards for<br />
Nerve Endings after ten minutes or so of quivering build<br />
up and, given the band’s early, inexorable pace it’s not hard<br />
to work out why. They are a potent live force, yet also a band<br />
without a huge amount of material – exuberantly acclaimed their<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
Eagulls<br />
The The Antlers Antlers<br />
self-titled debut might be, but they’ve little more than that record’s<br />
ten tracks to work with, all of which follow a set formula, and the<br />
set feels wanting of a simple step up. That said, they’re as good<br />
in their delivery as any of the slick performers out there, and,<br />
should their baying crowd stick around, it’s only time in<br />
the way of some sure-to-be stratospheric highs.<br />
Tuesday brings a reminder that THE ANTLERS<br />
are a band of nothing but gargantuan quality.<br />
Before those venerable Brooklynites can<br />
see starry-eyed expectations fulfilled,<br />
however, JAMES CANTY is up<br />
showing off his own prowess:<br />
solo acoustic segments<br />
propped up by his<br />
modestly<br />
moving,<br />
electronic-leaning<br />
backers. In the former it’s<br />
off-kilter at the perfect angle,<br />
the passion more than apparent<br />
yet never bordering on the saccharine,<br />
while in the meatier sequences it’s synth<br />
pop done properly.<br />
With the bar set rather high then, ETCHES leap<br />
to push it once more with a plush, commanding set of<br />
individualist, dark electro pop that breathes charisma into<br />
a formula dominated by down-tempo mumblers. Above all,<br />
the set simply shows character, the group’s musical narratives<br />
shaped by organic twists and turns, kaleidoscopic collisions of<br />
texture and the hypnotic float of delectable riffs, their latest Ice<br />
Cream Dream Machine the closer and the highlight. It’s a set so<br />
good it almost leaves seeds of a scandalous upstaging in the back<br />
of some still-reeling minds.<br />
On record, The Antlers have a long time been the refuge of the<br />
disillusioned hipster, with records like Hospice earning the type of<br />
reverence reserved for their elders and so-called betters. Their live<br />
set is everything their adoring cult could hope for: a captivating<br />
sequence of knife-edge tenderness to reel in their doting mob.<br />
They open with the delicacies of Palace, distilling, refining and<br />
unleashing a yearning cocktail of opulent texture into the very<br />
purest of assaults on the senses. Throughout the set they<br />
essentially keep repeating the feat, their hour or so a<br />
protracted sequence of singular euphoria, peppered<br />
with stratospheric crescendos of sparse-yetunbridled<br />
emotion. As on record they never<br />
quite deviate from their marvellous<br />
mid-tempos, perhaps leaving those<br />
yet to be converted a little out<br />
of the communal loop. That<br />
minority are a meagre one,<br />
though, for at large<br />
the set leaves the<br />
masses in tatters as<br />
the spell finally breaks,<br />
and a departing Epilogue feels<br />
enough to stake a claim for the<br />
festival’s finest hour.<br />
For the uncostumed Halloween crowd<br />
that’s seemingly oblivious to the festivities<br />
beyond the beer garden, an imperious evening<br />
with LIARS awaits. As Liars take the stage to a beaten,<br />
bemused but ever-enraptured crowd there’s still plenty<br />
of room for manoeuvre; that, however, is the perfect state of<br />
affairs, with Liars seizing on the breathing room from the off, the<br />
gleeful bounces of an adoring front row quick to fill the space.<br />
The set rests on the trio’s more recent electronic leanings, and
18<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
it’s their second outing, Mask Maker, that truly sets the night alight.<br />
Relentless grooves and finely-tuned explosions of electro-insanity<br />
are the order of the day, the New Yorkers hurtling through their<br />
show with an off-kilter swagger that soon filters into the mob,<br />
some of whom simply stare in befuddled hypnosis, others diving<br />
headfirst into the lunacy. The set concludes only slightly too soon<br />
with Mess On A Mission, and the crowd need no cajoling into a<br />
manic reception as frontman Angus Andrew’s frenzied refrain is<br />
matched at every word.<br />
CLOSING PARTY<br />
For those who’ve been here before – and there should be plenty<br />
of us, this being the tenth edition and all – the legendary status of<br />
the LMW Closing Party will need no explanation. For those new to<br />
it, it invariably offers a fittingly thrilling and bustling finale. Alastair<br />
Dunn and Jack Graysmark threw themselves in to the tumult of<br />
this year’s Music Week climax, which saw a full-on takeover<br />
of the city’s Baltic Triangle sprawling across numerous<br />
venues.<br />
The escapades of main act on the District Stage,<br />
BLACK LIPS, have become the stuff of legend, so it is<br />
no wonder that the venue is packed to capacity.<br />
Those who arrive late to the toilet-roll-andsweat<br />
party miss STRANGE COLLECTIVE<br />
charging the air in the room with<br />
a riotous crackle, but it’s the<br />
headliners who people will<br />
remember after this<br />
limb-flailing<br />
show.<br />
Though Black Lips<br />
appear to have<br />
matured<br />
and<br />
Song linger before swiftly being bought into<br />
focus with ear-shattering percussion. With<br />
whispers of the band shutting-up<br />
shop and confirmation that this<br />
is their final Liverpool show,<br />
it’s reassuring that they<br />
remain resolute in their<br />
performance<br />
as<br />
they fly home to<br />
roost.<br />
There are few signs to indicate the hive<br />
of activity into which the Baltic Triangle<br />
has been turned by Liverpool Music<br />
Week’s Closing Party, as it’s<br />
hidden away within these old<br />
warehouse walls. At a time<br />
when<br />
development<br />
plans threaten the<br />
very fabric of<br />
this<br />
area,<br />
this<br />
culmination of<br />
a week of musical<br />
extravagance<br />
feels<br />
even more selective and<br />
for those in the know.<br />
VEYU have managed to turn<br />
the bare white space of The Blade<br />
Factory in to their own mini-EPI, with<br />
neon-flecked artwork and rippling visuals<br />
splashed across the walls. It seems a little at<br />
odds with their own pastel-hued melodica but, as<br />
Running and In The Forest unravel, it’s hard to imagine<br />
a setting that won’t fit this band’s gorgeous tones.<br />
Black Black Lips Lips<br />
mellowed<br />
since<br />
their<br />
infamous<br />
early<br />
performances,<br />
they<br />
still put on a riotous show.<br />
The frenetic pace of their<br />
songs does little to disguise how<br />
well crafted they truly are, and the<br />
gospel and blues influences are clear<br />
throughout. Fan favourites Bad Kids and<br />
Oh Katrina! prove the highlights of the set, but<br />
everything in-between is just as good.<br />
Over at Camp and Furnace, such is the anticipation<br />
that a mass of punters are waiting patiently to get into the<br />
main hub when half-eight rolls around. Suddenly, the room is<br />
swelling and a foreboding static is heralding the arrival of BIRD,<br />
a four-piece that always capture the twisted, otherworldly beauty<br />
that lies within darkness. The subdued guitar notes on The Rain<br />
Chvrches<br />
Headliners<br />
CHVRCHES<br />
really<br />
reap the rewards of the<br />
vast, cavernous space of<br />
the same venue. Their melodies<br />
come ready-made for translating<br />
the crowd’s energy into a blissful, popheavy<br />
elation and, as they launch into the<br />
frenetic roll of We Sink, the industrial setting<br />
complements the swarm of synths and intense<br />
neon graphics that douse the stage.<br />
Maybe it’s just the PA, but despite frontwoman Lauren<br />
Mayberry’s determination her vocals occasionally drown<br />
under the full force of the band’s sound, such as the blistering<br />
chorus of Night Sky. Yet on other tracks, like Gun, she is clear and<br />
assertive, bolstered by a vigorous aura of self-belief. Iain Cook<br />
and Martin Doherty flank her, often shoehorned to their stations<br />
of synths and samples, so it’s refreshing when Cook pulls out a<br />
bass to flaunt at the front of the stage, while Doherty takes on<br />
vocal duties for new single Under The Tide, twisting his mic cord<br />
in aggressive writhing while Mayberry retreats to the safety of<br />
the synth pads.<br />
After what seems like an obvious finish on the woozy delirium<br />
of The Mother We Share, the band return for a triple encore of<br />
non-singles. As a calm wave attempting to defuse a boisterous<br />
storm, it feels out of place; in the live arena, this is a band that<br />
excel in their bombastic, full-on moments. It is astonishing that<br />
this is the Glasgow trio’s first visit to Merseyside, but what a<br />
debut to make; delivered in seismic quantities, Chvrches’ brand of<br />
synth pop demands not only your reaction but your participation.<br />
When the pace is pushed as far as it can go, it works wonders as<br />
a final charge.<br />
Head to bidolito.co.uk to see a full photo gallery from this year’s<br />
Liverpool Music Week shows.<br />
liverpoolmusicweek.com<br />
bidolito.co.uk
STEPHEN LANGSTAFF<br />
LANGSTTTTTAFF<br />
TTTAFF<br />
FRI 6TH DEC<br />
STEPHEN WILLIAMS<br />
FRI 30TH JAN<br />
THE SECURITY PROJECT<br />
SAT SSSSA SAAAAAT AAAT T 31ST JAN<br />
RED AND BLUE LEGENDS<br />
FRI 6TH FEB<br />
SIMON AMSTELL<br />
12TH-13TH FEB<br />
MARTINI LOUNGE<br />
SAT SSSSA SAAAAAT AAAT T 14TH FEB<br />
GRETCHEN PETERS<br />
SUN 29TH MAR<br />
DREAMING OF KATE<br />
THU 17TH APR<br />
KATHERINE<br />
RYYYYAN<br />
RYYY RYAN<br />
YYYAN<br />
THU 8TH MAY<br />
MAAAAAY<br />
AAAY AYYYY<br />
SHANKLEYS SHANKLY’S DREAM CAME TRUE<br />
FRI 15TH MAY<br />
MAAAAAY<br />
AAAY AYYYY<br />
LAU<br />
SAT SSSSA SAAAAAT AAAT T 16TH MAY<br />
AAAY AYYYY AAAAY<br />
CARA DILLON<br />
THU 21ST MAY<br />
MAAAAAY<br />
AAAY AYYYY<br />
08448884411<br />
85 5 Hanover Street L1 3DZ<br />
WWW.EPSTEINLIVERPOOL.CO.UK<br />
@EpsteinTheatre<br />
facebook.com/EpsteinTheatre<br />
facebook.cooooom/EpsteinTheatre<br />
om/EpsteinTheatre
22<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
“No way are you getting me to do that!”<br />
“No” isn't a word that I've heard very often from the mouth of<br />
Dave McTague, a man who has been heavily involved in music<br />
in this city for some time. From the early days of Another Late<br />
Night Magazine, through publicity and marketing for the likes<br />
of Africa Oyé and Threshold Festival, and artist management for<br />
Nordic chanteuse Ragz, McTague has been there and done pretty<br />
much everything there is to do in this old town. The constant<br />
throughout this myriad of projects has been MELLOWTONE,<br />
McTague’s own acoustic showcase, which celebrates ten years<br />
of soothing sounds this month, and is the basis for this jovial<br />
outburst. McTague is adamant he couldn't calculate how many<br />
Mellowtone shows there have been in total, despite spending<br />
days sifting through boxes of old flyers while compiling this<br />
retrospective. “All I know for sure is it's in the hundreds!” he tells<br />
me, laughing at the prospect. By way of celebration of a decade<br />
of promoting shows, McTague has compiled a commemorative<br />
release: Mellowtone: 10 Years is a CD of 18 songs by former<br />
Mellowtone alumni that soundtrack not only their timeline, but a<br />
explains. “Mellowtone only became a reality once Richie and I<br />
stumbled across the View Two. Instantly we knew: 'this is the<br />
place – this is happening now!'.” The View Two may be their<br />
spiritual home, but it's far from their only home. Over the years,<br />
Mellowtone have hosted events at over 40 different Liverpool<br />
venues, as well as curating stages at many of our major festivals<br />
– Sound City, Liverpool Music Week and Liverpool International<br />
Music Festival. McTague explains: “I've made a point of trying to<br />
keep it nomadic – different venues, different nights of the week. I<br />
wanted it to be regular, but in a way that people would still have<br />
to pay attention, and seek us out”. A bold strategy, but one that<br />
certainly worked on this enthusiastic music fan new to the city<br />
ten years ago.<br />
My early memories of Mellowtone centre on the friendly face<br />
of one of the most well-known and admired people working in<br />
Liverpool music. Dave always had time to chat even when he<br />
didn't, ready with a flyer to thrust into your hand as he left, each<br />
one a promise of interesting acts in exciting new places. “We<br />
try to use intimate venues – galleries, cafés, the small room in a<br />
start. We try and play sympathetically in terms of tempo and<br />
mood, but also contrast with the band's sound. Present people<br />
with something they may enjoy but have never heard before or<br />
wouldn't otherwise listen to.”<br />
Comedian Sam Avery was an accomplished compère throughout<br />
the early years, before passing the baton to another lively local<br />
luminary, DJ/promoter Monkey. Avery believes this attention to<br />
detail, which is often an afterthought for most people, helps<br />
set them apart: “Dave is totally on the ball with every minor and<br />
major part of a gig without being a tit about it, so Mellowtone is<br />
always very professionally run, but retains that laidback vibe that<br />
it wouldn't work without.”<br />
It's an infectious vibe that invites collaboration – another key<br />
component of their framework. Every carefully crafted Mellowtone<br />
flyer features the logos of countless other partners, local and<br />
national. In an industry where friendship is often fabricated,<br />
McTague is not shy of working with his peers and competitors,<br />
having combined with Harvest Sun, Cheap Thrills, Evol and<br />
many others where necessary to put on a good show. “Mutually<br />
Words: Maurice Stewart / theviewfromthebooth.tumblr.com<br />
rather pleasant evening in.<br />
For those of us who have been so wrapped up in musical<br />
goings on in the city over recent years, it’s difficult to think of a<br />
live music scene in Liverpool without Mellowtone; but it wasn’t<br />
ever thus. Having relocated from Leeds to study at John Moores<br />
University, McTague found himself promoting for a few local<br />
club nights back in 2004, where he met with future Mellowtone<br />
conspirator Richie Vegas. However, his experiences as a punter<br />
led to him creating a night of his own: “When we started, guitar<br />
bands were still influenced by 90s Britpop. I was sick of gigs with<br />
a few lads huddled at the back. There was very little acoustic<br />
music in Liverpool that wasn't open mic nights, which is normally<br />
a different standard to what you'd want at a folk night. So we<br />
tried to take that music and put it on a proper stage”. The word<br />
“proper” relates in this instance more to the perceptions of the<br />
audience than the dimensions of the playing area.<br />
The idea had formed, but wasn't firm until a chance encounter<br />
at the View Two Gallery on Mathew Street gave them the perfect<br />
launch pad. “Finding a good space was very important,” Dave<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
pub,” explains McTague. “Even in the times we've progressed to<br />
bigger venues and bigger artists, we've maintained that intimacy<br />
through booking smaller shows alongside.” There was a certain<br />
thrill in discovering where they would pop up next, but it was<br />
always clear the music was most important – a fact not lost on the<br />
musicians themselves. Long-time Mellowtone performer Ragz<br />
Nordset vividly recalls “the intense silence filling the View Two<br />
at every gig once an artist had started”, a sure sign of the respect<br />
the audience held for both artist and promoter. “The audience can<br />
trust the artists to be worth seeing,” concurs Kaya Herstad Carney,<br />
who has also played at dozens of incarnations of the Mellowtone<br />
night. “There's a good mix of undiscovered gems from all over<br />
alongside more established local acts; acoustic in its core, but not<br />
scared of making big noises.” That trust is also built on a strong<br />
supporting cast. Resident DJs Vegas and Johnnie O'Hare – known<br />
under the moniker of their grassroots music festival Above the<br />
Beaten Track – have been integral since day one, helping “to<br />
turn each gig into an event,” according to Vegas. “Dave had<br />
that concept – an actual event rather than just a gig – from the<br />
beneficial” is a phrase to which McTague returns frequently,<br />
including when discussing the desire to produce the compilation.<br />
“We want more people to hear these great musicians we're<br />
booking, so maybe they come along next time we book them. It's<br />
a testament to how many good songwriters there are here that<br />
I really struggled with who to leave out. Some of the artists are<br />
no longer active or have gone on to other things, so it acts as a<br />
document of a period in Liverpool's musical history.” A decade is<br />
the perfect juncture at which to take stock.<br />
Everyone I spoke to has different theories, but personally I believe<br />
the mix of a tight and trusted crew allied to a perpetual addition<br />
of new ideas, people and places is the secret to Mellowtone's<br />
longevity. “It certainly keeps it interesting for me,” McTague admits.<br />
“I try to book shows that I'd want to go to myself.”<br />
Fitting last words – almost as good as the fresh flyer in my<br />
hand that accompanies them.<br />
Mellowtone:10 Years is available to buy at all Mellowtone live<br />
shows, and online at mellowtone.bandcamp.com
1 HESKETH ST<br />
AIGBURTH, LIVERPOOL<br />
L17 8XJ<br />
020 7232 0008
24<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
Who are ya?<br />
Tales from the wings with The Music Consortium<br />
The next time you go to a festival and stand in front of a<br />
stage that looks like it’s been chopped off the back of an aircraft<br />
hangar, I want you to ask yourself the following questions: how<br />
did it get there?; was it there last week, and will it be there<br />
tomorrow?; who made sure that the sound that comes out of<br />
those colossal speakers is loud but not deafening?; how do the<br />
twinkly lights dangling from that truss always seem to kick in<br />
to life when the guitarist launches into his solo?; why are those<br />
men in three-quarter-length shorts and black T-shirts (for they<br />
are invariably men, mostly in three-quarter-lengths, and seldom<br />
out of black T-shirts) looking so miserable as they tinker with the<br />
dials on the amps?; why do the band always ask for “more vocals<br />
in the monitor”?<br />
By contemplating all of these questions, you will be weighing<br />
in your hands the largely ignored roles of the tech and production<br />
crew: those shadowy, saintly figures who make live music happen.<br />
Most of us are so wrapped up in experiencing the thrill of live<br />
performance that we rarely spare a thought for these mechanics<br />
behind the world of live music. Spike Beecham knows more than<br />
most about the vagaries of working in the shadows of stacks and<br />
monitors, having worked as a stage or production manager on<br />
events all round the world for over a decade. His company, THE<br />
MUSIC CONSORTIUM, began by providing local crewing to Leeds<br />
Festival, and has since expanded to supplying technical event<br />
support services to all manner of festivals, exhibitions and venues<br />
completely unimpressed with the infantile display that you might<br />
think comes with your dubious status. They were there hours<br />
before you building the stage and they will be there hours after<br />
you leave tearing it down. They should get your salary and you<br />
should get theirs.”<br />
So hands up who actually knows what a stage manager or a<br />
tech does, or what any of the crew does, for that matter? Lighting<br />
technicians anyone? Riggers? You may be more familiar with our<br />
American friends’ catchall phrase, “roadies”, whilst we Brits prefer<br />
to use tags that better explain our role on the road: guitar tech,<br />
sound engineer and so on. The point I’m making is that, although<br />
there are enough column inches written about bands on tour to<br />
sink the Titanic on a monthly basis, very little seems to be known<br />
about the dark arts of the touring crew. Although they are spoken<br />
about in hushed tones and are known by mythic names whose<br />
origins stem from the great and mysterious land of rock and roll<br />
legend – Mugger, Digby, Polaris, Stanna, Shippo, Bamo, Stone,<br />
Nick the Hat (all genuine) to name a few – little is known about<br />
what they do during the day, just what they get up to after the<br />
trucks are packed up at night.<br />
Traditionally, the best crew are half magician, half cynic, able<br />
to solve any technical issue with gaffer tape and a sharp knife<br />
while simultaneously shaking their heads and guffawing at the<br />
(more often than not) bombastic demands of a drunken vocalist<br />
who’s decided he wants to do a soundcheck, er… now. Today,<br />
70s the roadie became the person who got booed by the punters<br />
when they took the band offstage at the end of the show. These<br />
days, being a member of the backstage crew is a bit like being<br />
a social worker with a tool kit. If things go wrong on stage, you<br />
don't mince about and make a big song and dance: egos must<br />
remain firmly in check when the act is on stage, so that they<br />
remain relaxed and able to perform. You fix the problem with the<br />
minimum amount of fuss and return to the shadows. The act may<br />
or may not be aware that there’s a problem, but either way will<br />
give you a certain amount of time and space to get the issue<br />
sorted. The guy who takes the band off the stage at the end of<br />
the show still has to put up with the odd bit of booing: I should<br />
know because more often than not that’ll be me, as I’m usually<br />
either the stage manager or the production manager – as the job<br />
of the person that takes the act off stage is now called. Once the<br />
act leaves the stage, as Rollins stated, we tear it all down, load it<br />
into trucks and move on.<br />
In conclusion then, and for the record, if it wasn’t for the rest of<br />
the crew/technicians – whether they are operating on the stage,<br />
backstage or at front of house – I wouldn’t be able to get booed<br />
at all, because without that crew the act would never have been<br />
able to start the show in the first place. After reading this, you<br />
budding rock stars may still have no idea what these guys do, and<br />
to be honest that might be for the best, but show some respect,<br />
please. Because, although they may tread lightly and talk softly in<br />
across the globe. In a bid to find out a little more about the lot of<br />
the role of any member of a successful touring crew is one that<br />
the underappreciated techy, we asked Spike to debunk some of<br />
sees them spanning the globe and combines hours of frenetic<br />
the myths and tell us why we all owe them a debt of gratitude.<br />
activity, in order to the get the gig up and running, with hours of<br />
waiting around doing nothing. That’s when the boredom sets in,<br />
What follows is a message from the great Henry Rollins to all<br />
the mischief starts and taking care of the gear becomes taking<br />
you budding rock stars out there: “Listen to the stage manager<br />
care of the “gear”.<br />
and get on stage when they tell you to. No one has the time for<br />
your rock-star bullshit, none of the techs backstage care if you’re<br />
David Bowie or the milkman. When you act like a jerk, they are<br />
To coin a phrase from Springsteen, this job was born in the<br />
USA in the 1960s, when the roadie was essentially part of the<br />
band and was respected by the fans; but that evolved and by the<br />
your presence, just remember that, when they’re standing behind<br />
the amps in the dark, they all carry knives and the odd hammer…<br />
to fix things with, obviously.<br />
For more information about the services that The Music<br />
Consortium offer, head to themusicconsortium.com.<br />
Spike also writes a regular blog about some of the stories and<br />
experiences he encounters from his position side of stage. Head to<br />
themusicconsortium.tumblr.com to read more of these tales.
DECEMBER<br />
----------------------------------- CLUB<br />
02<br />
03<br />
05<br />
06<br />
07<br />
09<br />
12<br />
13<br />
22<br />
31<br />
SILVER APPLES £13<br />
JESSE MALIN £10<br />
M.O.P. £15<br />
ITCHY FEET £7<br />
NINA NESBITT + BILLY LOCKETT,<br />
KERRI WATT £14<br />
HYPNOTIC BRASS ENSEMBLE<br />
£13.50<br />
HERE & NOW w/POISENED ELEC-<br />
TRIC HEAD £10<br />
SAINT SAVIOUR & BILL RYDER-<br />
JONES £10<br />
CHERRY GHOST £15<br />
NYE - STEALING SHEEP PRESENT<br />
MYTHOPOEIA II - GALAXIES &<br />
TAPESTRIES £10-15
26<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
DEC/JAN IN<br />
BRIEF<br />
SOUND CITY <strong>2015</strong><br />
SOUND CITY <strong>2015</strong><br />
The Unsung Hero will get its chance in the limelight with the subject being used as the unifying theme of LIVERPOOL SOUND CITY’s <strong>2015</strong> conference<br />
programme. And they’ve already lined up three heavyweight guests to deliver this idea: The Fall’s acerbic wit, MARK E. SMITH; Ramones manager and king<br />
of NYC punk, DANNY FIELDS; and Cream creator JAMES BARTON (pictured), who was just named by Billboard Magazine as the most influential person in the<br />
realm of EDM. Sound City are teaming up with Primavera Pro on their eighth music conference, which will take place at the Titanic Hotel, Stanley Dock.<br />
liverpoolsoundcity.co.uk<br />
Edited by Richard Lewis and Emma Brady<br />
MYTHOPOEIA II<br />
STEALING SHEEP are hosting a second outing of their New Year’s Eve spectacular in their spiritual home of The Kazimier, following 2013’s highly successful<br />
debut. Billed as MYTHOPOEIA II: GALAXIES & TAPESTRIES, the sequel includes a set from the hosts, alongside sets from some of their mates: electro noisecore<br />
ensemble BARBEROS; Leeds Afrobeat/no wave crew AZORES; and a collaboration with THE HARLEQUIN DYNAMITE MARCHING BAND. The décor and theme<br />
of the night will make for a unique deviation from the traditional Auld Lang Syne malarkey. And while we’re on the subject of the host band…<br />
The Kazimier / 31st <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
HEAVENLY WEEKEND<br />
Legendary indie label Heavenly Recordings celebrates its twenty-fifth birthday in <strong>Jan</strong>uary with a weekend-long shindig in the picturesque town of<br />
Hebden Bridge. Renowned as one of the leading small independent venues in the country, the Trades Club is set to feature luminaries of the label across<br />
the four days (including Temples, The Wytches, Toy, Jimi Goodwin and the Mark Lanegan Band). The evening of Sunday 25th is reserved for the label’s two<br />
Merseyside acts, as recent signings HOOTON TENNIS CLUB (pictured) appear alongside STEALING SHEEP, who are due to release a new LP in <strong>2015</strong>.<br />
Hebden Bridge Trades Club / 22-25th <strong>Jan</strong>uary <strong>2015</strong><br />
THE PAPERHEAD<br />
We’re delighted that Nashville whizzkids THE PAPERHEAD have returned to the fray, making this gig at The Ship one that’s not to be missed. Signed to<br />
revered Chicago label Trouble In Mind (Ty Segall, Night Beats, Fuzz), the quartet issued their second LP, Africa Avenue, in November, three years after their<br />
debut record blazed a hole in the neo-psych movement. Adding elements of cosmic country and krautrock to their fresh spin on classic 1960s British<br />
psychedelia, the four-piece have shown that their potential for expansion will be hard to contain.<br />
The Shipping Forecast / 30th <strong>Jan</strong>uary<br />
SOUND STATION SUCCESS<br />
After a fantastic all-day live festival at Moorfields Station, which featured ten of Merseyside’s most exciting emerging new artists as well as live<br />
performances on Merseyrail trains, 18-year-old hip hop artist BLUE SAINT (pictured) scooped the title of MERSEYRAIL SOUND STATION PRIZE <strong>2014</strong> winner.<br />
Along with the title, Blue Saint will receive of a year of professional music industry management, recording time and free Merseyrail travel. Having just<br />
released the first EP in a three-part story, the next twelve months will be an exciting time for the artist: watch this space. merseyrailsoundstation.com<br />
MICHAEL CHAPMAN<br />
An artist who received sizeable praise from John Peel in the late sixties, and was a contemporary of folk legends John Martyn and Roy Harper, MICHAEL<br />
CHAPMAN visits Liverpool this month. A well-known figure amongst the folk cognoscenti, the 2011 reissue of Chapman’s creative and critical highpoint, Fully<br />
Qualified Survivor (1970), on storied reissue label Light In The Attic Records brought his work to a new audience. A 2012 tribute album, meanwhile, featured<br />
contributions from Lucinda Williams, Thurston Moore and Hiss Golden Messenger, who have all cited Chapman’s work as a major influence.<br />
Leaf / 8th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
WINTER ARTS MARKET<br />
The Winter Arts Market returns for its 6th year as St George’s Hall invites artists and crafters to show what they’re made of. On Saturday 6th and Sunday<br />
7th <strong>Dec</strong>ember, over 200 artists – including Gillian Tidgwell, Martin Jones, and Sue Wood – will descend on the Liverpool landmark selling decorations,<br />
jewellery, art, prints and handmade greetings cards. Under 16s go free, and it’s £2 for everyone else. You can also book ahead to reserve your place on a<br />
craft workshop with The Super Silly Scientists to make your own traditional kinetic toy. winterartsmarket.com<br />
St George’s Hall / 6th and 7th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
bidolito.co.uk
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 27<br />
BIDO AND SOUND CHRISTMAS QUIZ<br />
This year sees a new festive date for your diary: the inaugural Bido Lito! and Sound Food & Drink Christmas Music Quiz is set to rival all other<br />
Quiz of the Years (or is that Quizzes of the Year?). Starting at 7.30pm, there’s a £100 cash prize and a shiny new trophy up for grabs; and if you<br />
win or lose, stick around for live music from seasonal string band THE EGGNOGS, plus DJ sets from ourselves and Liquidation til 1am. Down the<br />
Baileys and don’t worry about Wednesday morning, it’s Christmaaaaasss!<br />
Sound Food & Drink / 16th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
SILVER APPLES<br />
Blossoming in the late-60s, US electro duo SILVER APPLES were successful in laying down a truly innovative blueprint to which a raft of psychedelic<br />
contemporaries and successors have paid homage – Kraftwerk, Cluster, Portishead and fellow New Yorkers Suicide among them. Now piloted solely by 76-<br />
year-old keyboard/proto-synthesizer whiz Simeon following the death of drummer Danny Taylor in 2005, Silver Apples continue to tour the world and win<br />
over successive generations of music fans at every turn. They return to Liverpool after recently headlining Le Guess Who? festival in Utrecht.<br />
The Kazimier / 2nd <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
BIDO LITO! @ LIVERPOOL ACOUSTIC FESTIVAL<br />
Liverpool Acoustic Festival returns in March <strong>2015</strong> to showcase acclaimed national and international acoustic artists plus a host of acoustic-related activities. And<br />
we’re delighted to say that we’re having a presence at the event this year, by hosting the showcase performance from Irish duo THE LOST BROTHERS (pictured) with<br />
an accompanying DJ set from NICK POWER, who collaborated with the former Liverpool-based pair on their new Parr Street Studios-recorded album New Songs Of<br />
Dawn And Dust. Academy Award winner and star of Once, MARKETA IRGLOVA, will also feature, alongside local artists, public workshops and a record fair.<br />
Unity Theatre / 20th and 21st March <strong>2015</strong><br />
THE INVISIBLE WIND FACTORY<br />
Deep in the docklands of the city sits a factory that once chugged to the grind of wind turbine production. Long since deserted, the building has now been<br />
appropriated by innovators The Vision Commission, and they’re throwing open the doors for a spectacular launch party that is based around the building’s<br />
former industrial processes. The centrepiece of the event will be a suitably immersive audio-visual treat from avant-techno duo DOGSHOW, accompanied<br />
by DJ Jacques Upitup’s piece entitled Organ Works – Variations For Electone HS6. Bring your hard hats and steel toecaps for a freakout.<br />
25 Carlton Street / 13th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
NEON WALTZ<br />
Though NEON WALTZ hail from the far-flung Scottish Highlands, some irresistible pull to these here parts has drawn them back for a return date at The<br />
Shipping Forecast on their latest tour. Last time out they teamed up with Bill Ryder-Jones for a Mick Head cover, and their alignment with Scouse rock<br />
royalty dovetails nicely with their own moody and nagging fireside indie warmth. After a burgeoning start to their career, it’ll be interesting to see how far<br />
the Caithness troupe have come in these few short months.<br />
The Shipping Forecast / 12th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
GIT AWARD <strong>2015</strong><br />
The GIT Award is back, already gearing up to present its fourth annual award for local artists at a lavish ceremony at The Kazimier on 4th April <strong>2015</strong>. And<br />
the work in shortlisting potential successors to last year’s winner Forest Swords has already begun. Our very own Christopher Torpey has joined the local<br />
judging panel this year, with Clash Magazine’s Robin Murray, Simon Raymonde from Bella Union, and 4AD label boss Rich Walker among those joining<br />
the national judging panel. If you’d like to enter, send four tracks to gitaward@getintothis.co.uk<br />
by 31st <strong>Jan</strong>uary. Head to<br />
bidolito.co.uk<br />
now to read<br />
Christopher Torpey's thoughts on what the GIT Award holds in store this year.<br />
THRESHOLD V<br />
Homegrown festival THRESHOLD returns on the weekend of 27th-29th March <strong>2015</strong>, showcasing the best of Merseyside’s creative community with a<br />
programme including music, visual arts, performance, film, media and industry sessions. With four years of success under its belt it’s no surprise that<br />
early bird tickets are now nearly sold out. Easily one of the most accessible festivals for local talent, applications to play are now being accepted via a<br />
partnership with online music platform ReverbNation. Make sure your band gets in there quick though, as the application process closes in <strong>Dec</strong>ember.<br />
thresholdfestival.co.uk<br />
HYPNOTIC BRASS ENSEMBLE<br />
The Kazimier’s evergreen Funk and Soul Klub scores a triumph once again as they bring the highly venerated HYPNOTIC BRASS ENSEMBLE to town.<br />
Comprising the youngest eight sons of trumpet legend Phil Cohran (known for his work with the Sun Ra Arkestra), the Chicagoan horn octet incorporate<br />
hip hop, jazz, funk and rock influences in to their pieces. The group have amassed a dazzling list of collaborations over the past decade and more,<br />
including Wu Tang Clan, Prince and Femi Kuti, as well as appearing on Gorillaz’ Plastic Beach LP.<br />
The Kazimier / 9th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
bidolito.co.uk
28<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Reviews<br />
Woman's Hour (Keith Ainsworth / arkimages.co.uk)<br />
WOMAN’S HOUR<br />
EVOL @ Arts Club<br />
Since the release of their debut LP<br />
Conversations in July, which seemed to<br />
seem to send the blogosphere into a frenzy,<br />
WOMAN’S HOUR have gone from strength to<br />
strength. With a string of stylish, self-directed<br />
videos they have carved for themselves a<br />
distinct aesthetic, and one that relates not<br />
only to their image but to their sound as well:<br />
word-of-mouth suggests that their live shows<br />
are similarly honed.<br />
The band emerge from the dark recesses<br />
and open with Unbroken Sequence, a slowly<br />
unfolding bed of pulsating synths and minimal<br />
percussion, with Fiona Burgess's characteristically<br />
soft, dream-like vocals floating just above<br />
everything else. Their songs may be effervescent,<br />
swooning numbers but they are also hooky<br />
as hell, with each track providing memorable<br />
shifts and turns. In this way, the art school pop<br />
sensibilities being exhibited on stage never<br />
really become pretentious or contrived, and it is<br />
clear throughout how much the members of the<br />
band enjoy playing these songs.<br />
The best example of this is standout track<br />
of the evening Her Ghost. Interesting and<br />
well crafted, it is the kind of song that could<br />
be played to ten people in a loft, like tonight,<br />
but that could also conceivably do well in the<br />
charts. Essentially, this is what Woman’s Hour<br />
have managed to achieve with their sound, the<br />
melding of avant-garde vision with relatively<br />
simple, pop-orientated structures. It certainly<br />
works for them, but after six or seven songs<br />
it has to be said that it becomes quite hard to<br />
maintain concentration and enthusiasm. The<br />
lack of atmosphere inside the venue almost<br />
definitely has a lot to do with this, but even so<br />
it does begin to detract from the performance,<br />
and it is clear that those on stage are slightly<br />
disappointed with the turnout.<br />
The show must go on, however, and<br />
single Conversations does much to buoy the<br />
spirits. Will Burgess's guitar-work intertwines<br />
symbiotically with his sister’s vocal lines,<br />
creating a perfect accompaniment that also<br />
brings depth to the instrumentation. The<br />
rhythm section is steady and understated,<br />
never pushing the songs in certain directions<br />
but waiting instead to be pulled along.<br />
Though there was a slight lull in the middle,<br />
overall it has been an enjoyable display and<br />
The Day That Needs Defending makes for a<br />
neat conclusion. Those in attendance appear<br />
satisfied, and perhaps even a little bewildered<br />
that they have been present to witness such<br />
an intimate performance from a much-hyped<br />
band. Personally, I wouldn't be surprised if in<br />
the not-too-distant future they return to play<br />
the much grander setting downstairs here at<br />
the Arts Club. I guess it remains to be seen.<br />
Alastair Dunn<br />
REAL ESTATE<br />
Alvvays<br />
Harvest Sun @ The Kazimier<br />
Canadians ALVVAYS open up tonight’s show<br />
and immediately impress the quickly swelling<br />
Tuesday night crowd. The five-piece delight in<br />
looking and sounding like the best teenage<br />
rom com never made. All the stereotypes are<br />
there but combining wonderfully to make<br />
something that thoroughly transcends any<br />
prejudicial first impressions. Subtle synth<br />
sounds underlie irresistible pop guitar hooks<br />
to sweetly highlight pintsized singer Holly<br />
Rankin’s soaring vocals. Next Of Kin is a set<br />
highlight and these rising stars do everything<br />
they need to to enamour themselves to this<br />
refreshingly engaged gathering of musos.<br />
Some bands sound exactly like where<br />
they’re from, their music intrinsically linked<br />
with their surrounds, both reflecting it and<br />
explaining it: Joy Division wrought urban<br />
decay in their doomed din, while Creedence<br />
Clearwater Revival delivered a slice of<br />
southern States small-town life via their<br />
countrified rock, but other bands use music<br />
as an escape. REAL ESTATE come from the<br />
tough blue-collar state, New Jersey (albeit a<br />
rather quaint suburb), from which its famous<br />
tough-guy forebears Frank Sinatra, Jon Bon<br />
Jovi and Bruce Springsteen drew strength in<br />
the face of life’s claustrophobia. Real Estate<br />
are very much from the other side of music’s<br />
geographical coin.<br />
It’s impossible not to listen to the fourpiece’s<br />
breezy tunes and not imagine driving<br />
down a West Coast palm tree-lined boulevard<br />
with the sun shimmering on the bonnet as<br />
lead guitarist Matt Mondaline’s flourishes<br />
wash over a packed-out Kazimier tonight.<br />
There’s sheer joy in this music rather than<br />
bidolito.co.uk
Reviews<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 29<br />
resistance to the daily grind. And it’s lapped<br />
up by the Liverpool crowd.<br />
The majority of tonight’s set comes from<br />
the band’s last two albums: Days and this<br />
year’s flawless Atlas. The interplay between<br />
Mondaline and frontman Martin Courtney’s<br />
guitars is mesmeric, while bassist Alex<br />
Bleeker (who at least looks like a New Jersey<br />
roughnik) is charming whilst adding the<br />
occasional hooky bassline. Real Estate as a<br />
package are charm personified; Bleeker’s quip<br />
about Clinic being the sum total of Liverpool’s<br />
musical heritage is received in the spirit it<br />
was delivered, whilst Courtney’s dialogue is<br />
limited but sincere.<br />
The crowd’s demands for their solid set<br />
to be followed by an encore are met as the<br />
band return to the stage to play Out Of Tune<br />
and It’s Real before parting with the crowd as<br />
they are transported from California to a damp<br />
Wolstenholme Square.<br />
Sam Turner / @samturner1984<br />
ROLLER TRIO<br />
Dead Hedge Trio – Leather Cow<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Tonight, presented by Kazimier’s Jazz Club,<br />
there come three bands that each give a<br />
different definition of what jazz actually is. It’s<br />
a vague and loose term, jazz, rescued from<br />
vapid “feel-good” commerciality in the World<br />
War Two era by the likes of Charlie Parker<br />
and his ilk. Be-bop clawed back jazz’s artistic<br />
credibility. Now, in a dimly lit Liverpool venue,<br />
it’s clear to see that not only is that credibility<br />
still intact but the music itself is still evolving<br />
beyond any boundaries created by past jazz<br />
idols.<br />
LEATHER COW arrive on stage first and burst<br />
into an onslaught of the most emancipated<br />
free jazz you’re likely to hear. Ornette Coleman<br />
is an obvious reference aside from the fact that<br />
Leather Cow’s bassist, Rob Wilkinson, hits a lot<br />
harder than Ornette ever did. Wilkinson plays<br />
like an out-of-place Death From Above 1979 fan<br />
which, surprisingly, nicely complements the<br />
wayward direction that the band take. Leather<br />
Cow are an impressive but challenging start<br />
to the night and that’s a challenge that this<br />
audience is more than willing to accept.<br />
Next we have DEAD HEDGE TRIO, who are<br />
slightly more refined than their predecessors<br />
yet even more expressive. The guitarist, Rory<br />
Ballantyne, adds 20,000 leagues’ worth<br />
of depth to their expansive sound, playing<br />
abrasive, coarse chords and melodies that<br />
are reminiscent of John Frusciante’s work<br />
on Ataxia’s first LP. Nick Branton, the trio’s<br />
saxophonist, lunges charismatically into his<br />
instrument, warring enigmatically with the<br />
thing as if it were in the midst of a musical<br />
brawl. The musicianship shown by the whole<br />
band, held together by drummer Michael<br />
Roller Trio (Nata Moraru / natamoraru.tumblr.com)<br />
bidolito.co.uk
30 Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Reviews<br />
Spring King (Gaz Jones / @GJMPhoto)<br />
Metcalfe, is almost primal. They journey<br />
through tracks Monster Munch and the stirring<br />
Antibiotic with passionate fervour. Elements<br />
of early Portico Quartet emerge throughout.<br />
The boys from Dead Hedge leave the crowd<br />
stunned.<br />
It’s been a busy few years for ROLLER TRIO,<br />
whose debut album was nominated for a<br />
Mercury Music award. In no time at all they<br />
have become one of the most important and<br />
innovative new breakthrough acts in the British<br />
music scene, challenging people’s perceptions<br />
of what modern jazz should sound like.<br />
This evening’s show is part of a short tour<br />
in support of their imminent second album<br />
Fracture, the release of which is being funded<br />
through an online crowdfunding campaign.<br />
The band play an engaging set which includes<br />
the new single High Tea as well as older<br />
pieces Deep Heat, Roller Toaster and Howdy<br />
Saudi. The performance is immersive: complex<br />
melodic structures and rhythmic syncopations<br />
are fed through the instruments with almost<br />
mathematical precision. Guitarist Luke Wynter<br />
sticks like glue to the rhythms employed;<br />
even the erratic wanderings of drummer Luke<br />
Redding-Williams and saxophonist James<br />
Mainwaring, whose vibrant playing entrances<br />
everyone in the room, cannot throw off the<br />
skeletal underpinning of Wynter’s nebulous<br />
guitar work.<br />
Roller Trio offer a mix of electronic infusion,<br />
hip hop-style breakbeats, the occasional<br />
foray into rock territory and, mostly, some<br />
lush, opulent and almost geometric jazz. It’s<br />
a wonderful and innovative cacophony. You<br />
aren’t likely to catch a show quite like this<br />
one anytime soon, so, it’d be wise simply to<br />
patiently await Roller Trio’s next return to<br />
Liverpool.<br />
SPRING KING<br />
Moats<br />
Christopher Carr<br />
EVOL @ The Shipping Forecast<br />
SPRING KING stem from intriguing roots.<br />
Rather than the usual origins story featuring a<br />
few friends jamming together, the garage punk<br />
act was born in frontman Tarek Musa’s bedroom<br />
from a handful of demos. The fact he’s now<br />
the drummer means you’re constantly thrown<br />
off guard via your rigid expectations of where<br />
the vocalist should reside, as your eyes dart<br />
back and forth from centre stage. However, it<br />
would be foolish to suggest that the chemistry<br />
between each member is anything less because<br />
of it; in Spring King’s party, it’s all for one.<br />
The same can be said for support slot regulars<br />
MOATS. Just as exciting on the umpteenth<br />
performance as the first, everyone’s a winner,<br />
in particular the four lads themselves. It’s their<br />
last show before heading to Austin City Limits<br />
in Texas, but they’re not holding back here<br />
because of it. Hordes of friends surge forward<br />
bidolito.co.uk
as frontman Matthew Duncan requests<br />
the crowd to “get electrocuted”, with some<br />
having come from as far as south of the<br />
Birmingham divide to see the band. As the set<br />
lurches from fast and foreboding numbers<br />
to the more contemplative Fortnight, which<br />
ponders a past girlfriend over echoing guitars<br />
as the drums gradually build, it’s not difficult<br />
to see why.<br />
Unsurprisingly, Moats have built a strong<br />
reputation in this corner of the North West,<br />
while tonight acts as a road test for the<br />
headliners. Musa may recognise these parts<br />
as a LIPA alumni (which explains the presence<br />
of fellow graduate Dan Croll at the front), but<br />
since then he has returned to his stomping<br />
ground of Manchester and unleashed an<br />
impressive array of production work. Now<br />
signed to Transgressive with a debut EP<br />
preaching to the masses, it’s all raring to go;<br />
Spring King just need to test the water.<br />
Third track Can I? provides the first real<br />
ruckus of the night. From then on in it’s a<br />
relentless assault that is only reined in for the<br />
more restrained Not Me, Not Now towards<br />
the end. Croll is just one of many that indulge<br />
in some exuberant headbanging, which suits<br />
the scene perfectly; you wonder: why on earth<br />
is such boisterousness not a feature of every<br />
gig of this kind? Surely in the tight confines of<br />
the Hold it’s only a matter of time before the<br />
blaze of reverb draws the room to breaking<br />
point? The secret ingredient lies in the two<br />
guitarists and bassist on stage.<br />
While Musa remains heavily focused over<br />
the drums, the remaining members stand in<br />
a line and stimulate the crowd through their<br />
vigorous onstage antics. One guitarist veers<br />
across to Musa in a seamless flow during<br />
Mumma, before bravely crowdsurfing on<br />
curtain-call Vampire, where vigorous moshing<br />
hammers him against the ceiling. For all the<br />
casual, carefree vibes conveyed by their music,<br />
the Spring King live experience is tight as hell,<br />
and all the more enjoyable for it.<br />
Tonight has seen the reaction you crave<br />
at the unveiling of fresh, raw talent: reckless<br />
yet co-operative euphoria. It may be short<br />
and sweaty, but pandemonium is often best<br />
enjoyed in small doses, and Spring King carry<br />
it with such a strong sense of assurance that<br />
you can tell this is only the first step on a long<br />
road ahead.<br />
Jack Graysmark / @ZeppelinG1993<br />
LONE<br />
WYWH - Adronite<br />
The Kazimier<br />
With heady reverberations still ringing in<br />
the ever-hungry ears of Liverpool music fans,<br />
it is time to dust down and cram in as many<br />
gigs as possible before the year ends. For<br />
those feeling a little psyched-out, the prospect<br />
of a laidback evening in the company of one<br />
of the most discussed electronic musicians in<br />
recent months, LONE, is sure to be tempting.<br />
As first support act, WYWH, takes to the<br />
stage gig-goers are conspicuously absent.<br />
Unperturbed, WYWH, aka Andrew Parry,<br />
launches into an ethereal and enthralling set.<br />
The tracks are dark and introspective, with<br />
very deep, repetitive basslines and reverbsoaked,<br />
melodic meanderings. His usage<br />
of a chaosilator does exactly what its name<br />
suggests, bringing a little bit of chaos to what<br />
is otherwise a carefully constructed and wellorchestrated<br />
performance. It is a shame there<br />
are not more people here to witness it, but<br />
this is, sadly, usually the case at such gigs,<br />
and there are countless brilliant performances<br />
from opening acts that go practically unheard<br />
at venues across the city.<br />
Negativity aside, the crowd has swelled<br />
somewhat to welcome next act ADRONITE.<br />
The Sheffield-based two-piece blend live bass<br />
guitar and synths to create an interesting<br />
sonic palette. Overlaid with vocals from singer<br />
James de Graef the display is engaging if<br />
perhaps not overly memorable. This is not to<br />
detract from their skill as musicians or their<br />
appeal as performers, but for this particular<br />
show there is a certain sense that something<br />
is missing.<br />
Since the release of his fifth album, Reality<br />
Testing, in June, the name Lone (Matt Cutler)<br />
has been on the lips of many a music critic,<br />
and presumably on many a muso's mustsee<br />
lists. This being his first Liverpool show<br />
BidoLito.148x117.MASTER.indd 1 19/11/<strong>2014</strong> 11:25<br />
it is the first opportunity some have had<br />
and, with KONX-OM-PAX providing a live AV<br />
accompaniment, it promises to be a pretty<br />
special event.<br />
Cutler has always had an amazing ear for<br />
melody, and that is perhaps the defining<br />
feature of his work and tonight's performance.<br />
The music is intensely danceable whilst<br />
retaining an air of minimalism, and the<br />
refrains so catchy they are almost sung.<br />
In contrast to the previous acts on the bill,<br />
there is a real sense of joy to Lone's songs,<br />
with introspection making way for gleeful<br />
movement. This is not to suggest a lack of<br />
substance, as it is clear that every section and<br />
every beat has been painstakingly thought<br />
over and implemented expertly, to create a<br />
sound which is full yet not lacking in space.<br />
Lone's hip hop-inflected grooves, together<br />
with Konx's AV display make for a pretty fine<br />
spectacle indeed.<br />
Though the night, in terms of audience,<br />
started off pretty quietly it has ended on a<br />
definite high note. As far as debut Liverpool<br />
shows go Lone's has to be up there, and<br />
I imagine a lot of people will leave here<br />
tonight wondering why it has taken so long<br />
to bring him to the city.<br />
Alastair Dunn<br />
BOOK NOW: 0161 832 1111<br />
www.manchesteracdemy.net www.gigantic.com<br />
facebook.com/manchesteracademy<br />
@MancAcademy<br />
John Garcia Tuesday 4th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
A Certain Ratio Saturday 13th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
Urban Voodoo Machine Sunday 14th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
Arch Enemy / Kreator Friday 19th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
King Creosote Tuesday 27th <strong>Jan</strong>uary<br />
Nazareth Friday 30th <strong>Jan</strong>uary<br />
Gus G (Firewind/Ozzy Osbourne) Saturday 21st February<br />
Gun Friday 27th March<br />
Saturday 18th April (at The Ruby Lounge)<br />
Friday 15th May<br />
Big Country Saturday 12th <strong>Dec</strong>ember<br />
<br />
/<br />
/<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
!"<br />
#<br />
#<br />
#<br />
$%&<br />
$%&<br />
$%&<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
%' %' %' <br />
$(<br />
$(<br />
$(<br />
$)*<br />
$)* $)* ) ) ) !+<br />
,<br />
,<br />
,<br />
$%&<br />
$%&<br />
$%&<br />
-)! -)! -)! .) .) .) !+<br />
#/<br />
#/<br />
#/<br />
$0$<br />
$0$<br />
$0$<br />
-)1 -)1<br />
-)1 !+<br />
) )<br />
$0$<br />
$0$<br />
$0$<br />
-)!2 -)!2 !+<br />
/''-'<br />
/''-'<br />
3 3 4 4 ) ) <br />
$0$<br />
$0$<br />
-)!5 -)!5 ) ) !+<br />
Oxford Road, Manchester<br />
<br />
$6)7-$78#$7#'<br />
$6)7-$78#$7#'
COLLEGE<br />
Kalax<br />
Harvest Sun and Bam!Bam!Bam! @ Leaf<br />
I remember nostalgia. Or I thought I did, until<br />
tonight. As it turns out, opening that particular<br />
Pandora’s Box does not reap golden harvests of<br />
the heart. No, instead there is distance, coldness,<br />
and too much bloody over-thinking to justify<br />
taking a trip down our cultural backwaters for<br />
three hours of flashy, retrograde anaemia.<br />
There is really a third performer here this<br />
evening, who just maybe gets all the star credit:<br />
the screen. It is large and imposing, front and<br />
centre, an obelisk transmitting what is meant to<br />
be the twinned journeys of irony and technology,<br />
a prospect which has presumably drawn some of<br />
the crowd that haven’t seen Drive because they<br />
spend their days bashing out John Carpenter<br />
scores on a Casio keyboard.<br />
KALAX at least uses this behemoth for some<br />
sort of dynamism. Objects zoom in and out<br />
of perspective, making way for a dark car,<br />
patrolling a city, of course, that lights up a dame<br />
with a smoking gun. The man himself isn’t half<br />
as arresting. He wobbles under his beanie and<br />
presses keys on a Mac. All of us can do that,<br />
can’t we? What, exactly, is the point of coming<br />
to a show in which the music is interchangeable<br />
– set to precisely the same mood throughout:<br />
blooping, brooding, somnambulant synthgasms<br />
livened by a rare vocal sample – and the<br />
high point comes from assorted clips of people<br />
dancing in the 80s? We get it! This is post-modern<br />
love for the MTV generation; OK, fantastic, but<br />
does it have to be so damn predictable?<br />
And so to COLLEGE. Frenchman David Grellier<br />
is another level of mediocrity altogether.<br />
In<br />
fact, The Light Of Your Dress and The<br />
Drone could almost be the same song; ergo<br />
the entirety of his set, the whole numbing<br />
ordeal of it, replete with nothing so much<br />
as a smile from the sleepwalking composer.<br />
His accompanying visuals don’t try and go<br />
for story, opening as they do on a flickering<br />
desert morning and reminding us over and<br />
over again of his name in red neon script. One<br />
image in particular, outside of the time-lapse<br />
videos, is very fitting: a spaceman slumped<br />
pensively over the cosmic abyss, cradling a<br />
keytar while the world carries on without him.<br />
It’s to this effect that the reality of College’s<br />
work limps into focus. We should be in love<br />
with the earliest elements of electronica, he<br />
seems to argue, because that purity was the<br />
beginning of a sonic adventure without limits,<br />
bound only to the map of its beat. Confusion<br />
and introspection were not in vogue thirty<br />
years ago, and that carefree mentality can be<br />
ours again if we shrug off the advancements<br />
the genre has made and smell the hairspray,<br />
the lost abandon of the baby boomer. Well,<br />
bollocks. This sort of stuff helps no one apart<br />
from the middle-aged demographic that can’t<br />
give up their Sega Mega Drives. We have<br />
advanced, and it’s better than this.<br />
As menacing and sporadically danceable as<br />
a few of College’s tracks are, the mood has all<br />
the intensity of a retro screensaver, the kind that<br />
pings around without going anywhere. When<br />
Drive soundtrack highlight A Real Hero finally<br />
comes (drawing a cheer from everyone), it is far<br />
too late. The song actually highlights what’s been<br />
missing: something human, something real.<br />
Josh Potts / @joshpjpotts<br />
THE BOG STANDARDS<br />
Liverpool Irish Festival @ The<br />
Caledonia, Kelly’s Dispensary<br />
If you’d have bumped into Mikey Kenney a few<br />
months ago, he'd have told you he was learning<br />
how to tap dance while simultaneously playing<br />
the fiddle. Based on this, any band in which<br />
he features is bound to intrigue. Previously<br />
masquerading (mainly) as Ottersgear, Mikey<br />
was usually found solo at MelloMello's first<br />
incarnation (hopeful thinking for the future),<br />
his tunes ringing of Ireland, but not necessarily<br />
focusing. Merging his talents with that of<br />
bandmates Nick Branton and Simon Knighton<br />
to form THE BOG STANDARDS, Kenney has been<br />
allowed to blossom as the three have taken<br />
full advantage of their rumbling presence on<br />
the Liverpool pub music scene with this recent<br />
venture, an education on Irish and American folk.<br />
Liverpool Irish Festival provides a perfect setting<br />
for three young musicians intent on massaging<br />
the roots of Irish music into a culture that owes a<br />
lot to its traditional Celtic heritage.<br />
The Bog Standards are all about those songs<br />
that romance the imbibed memories of all those<br />
of Irish descent, no doubt having heard from the<br />
older members of our families that when you'd<br />
go down the pub, everyone would "give a song".<br />
Irish sessions led by the band members on<br />
Tuesday afternoons in The Caledonia no doubt<br />
set this scene, but it's the polished nature of the<br />
Bog Standards proper where they display their<br />
best. Before visiting The Caledonia and Kelly's<br />
Dispensary on their billed nights, I was fearful of<br />
wistful panpipes. But The Bog Standards hit hard,<br />
their melodies instantaneously transporting<br />
you to those green lands, managing to embody<br />
the most swirling of Irish music. An early<br />
outstanding rendition of These Hills is enough<br />
to cement the attention of the crowd. Kenney's a<br />
cappella rendition brings a smile to the faces of<br />
those captivated by the interlacing sounds, and<br />
his voice really is something else, reverberating<br />
about the room as he sings with his entire body,<br />
the dancers delighted. Their version of trad folk<br />
sounds like the kind that makes you feel real<br />
nostalgia even if you've only been to a wedding<br />
in Cork, once. Are they in our blood, this race of<br />
people, their music celebrated by their children<br />
miles away?<br />
Before long the crowd is spinning as if in
Reviews<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 33<br />
King Creosote (Glyn Akroyd)<br />
the underclass deck of the Titanic (as depicted<br />
in the Hollywood blockbuster of course – not<br />
sure if it was actually like that). The toe-tapping<br />
gets a little too fast for my skills, but Knighton's<br />
stomp box expertly drives on as Nick Branton<br />
whistles around the sharp and precise fiddling<br />
of Kenney, surely fatal to anyone standing<br />
behind him. The delivery of crowd favourites<br />
Rocky Top and Michael Hurley's The Slurf Song<br />
– one example of how the Bog Standards have<br />
incorporated an easy Irish slant on folk from<br />
overseas – intensifies further the atmosphere of<br />
this already emotionally charged gig.<br />
Delighted is exactly how you’d describe<br />
the audience of a Bog Standards gig. Though<br />
regularly billed, with the energy this band<br />
creates and feeds off, it'd be great to see them<br />
move out of the dicey world of pub residencies<br />
and into ticketed venues. Though as your nana<br />
would tell you, the pub is exactly where this<br />
music is supposed to be.<br />
Emma Brady / @emmabraydee<br />
KING CREOSOTE<br />
Charlie Cunningham<br />
Mellowtone and Ceremony Concerts<br />
@ The Epstein Theatre<br />
The last time I was in The Epstein Theatre –<br />
previously The Neptune Theatre – was panto<br />
season 1994; children ran riot in the aisles,<br />
popcorn coated the floor and the building<br />
appeared to be falling to bits. A good twenty<br />
years later and the atmosphere couldn’t be<br />
more different: there is a hushed murmur of<br />
chatter moving from the front of the theatre to<br />
the back, the walls look as sturdy as anything<br />
and the stalls are heaving with well-behaved<br />
musos waiting for Fife folker KING CREOSOTE to<br />
take to the traditional proscenium arch stage.<br />
However, before the headliner we are<br />
treated to a good helping of inoffensive singer<br />
songwriter folk in CHARLIE CUNNINGHAM. His<br />
voice echoes nicely around the building as the<br />
theatre audience gradually moves towards a full<br />
house. Charlie Cunningham is gracious and very<br />
likeable and his sweet, well-written songs are a<br />
brilliant segue into our main event.<br />
King Creosote arrives on stage to riotous<br />
applause. He humbly waves, takes a seat, picks<br />
up his guitar and begins. From songs about small<br />
Scottish towns to big political issues (“I shouldn’t<br />
really be mentioning the referendum, should I?”<br />
he jokes), King Creosote commands the venue<br />
and his audience. His music is soft, tender and<br />
at times very wistful, but the response it gets<br />
from the crowd is far from that as the mainly<br />
middle-aged crowd hoot and holler through the<br />
well-crafted set. Quaint, guitar-driven folk songs<br />
follow each other and are accompanied by a<br />
double bass and a one-man percussion section.<br />
Creosote truly comes into his own when he<br />
plays tracks from his collaboration album with<br />
Jon Hopkins. Songs such as John Taylor’s Month<br />
Away and Bats In The Attic resonate perfectly<br />
and show off his muted charm; yet one of the<br />
highlights of the evening is a surreal cover<br />
version of Nina’s political pop classic 99 Red<br />
Balloons which is so bizarre that it could only be<br />
described as a triumph.<br />
From start to finish Creosote owns the stage<br />
as everybody hangs intently on his every word.<br />
He is slick, talented and, most importantly,<br />
comes across as a bloke with whom you would<br />
love to share a whisky. His set leaves everyone<br />
loudly chattering after the gig, declaring the<br />
show a triumph. And, unlike my previous trip to<br />
this great venue, there is not a single “Oh no it<br />
wasn’t” to be heard in response.<br />
Paddy Hughes<br />
TOM VEK<br />
EVOL @ The Kazimier<br />
Ah TOM VEK, that nice chap who was at one<br />
time touted as the next big thing in British<br />
music. You know the one. He released a cult<br />
album around 2005 and then disappeared<br />
into the ether for some many years before<br />
returning with his much-anticipated follow-up<br />
and a snazzy new haircut. Precisely the kind of<br />
guy you'd like to take back to your parents. Yes<br />
Dad, he's in a band but don't worry, it's a steady<br />
income (provided it isn't another six years<br />
until his next album). Mum would love him.<br />
Handsome without being threatening, a casual<br />
but polite demeanour. A safe pair of hands.<br />
But his safety has proven to be a bit of a<br />
stumbling block for me. Like sneaking a drink<br />
from your parents’ cupboard aged 14 or that<br />
first cigarette at a friend’s birthday, falling<br />
for Vek’s minimalism may well feel exciting<br />
and dangerous at the time but in hindsight<br />
proves to be little more than a rite of passage<br />
– something that you move beyond onto more<br />
exciting things. That's not to say he is in any way<br />
musically naïve. Over the course of his three<br />
albums – the most recent of which, Luck, he is<br />
here tonight touring – he has proven adept at<br />
combining disparate threads of electronica,<br />
indie and pop. In combining these, though, I've<br />
always found his music to be a lot of everything<br />
but not necessarily enough of anything.<br />
In the studio his production chops go some<br />
way to overcoming this issue, imbuing the tracks<br />
with energy and vigour. In the flesh, however,<br />
the tracks come across as a little tired and<br />
uninspired. Polished and precise, definitely, but<br />
lacking in energy and inventiveness. Nothing<br />
from the newest album stands out particularly<br />
and even though the big hitters Nothing But<br />
Green Lights, C-C and A Chore manage to provide<br />
some energy, it fizzles out between songs – Vek<br />
lacking the onstage presence to really get the<br />
crowd going.<br />
All of the tracks do indeed highlight Vek’s<br />
proficiency as a songwriter with an excellent<br />
grasp of melody and rhythm but, as a live act,<br />
him and his band (again, perfectly capable if not<br />
maddeningly exciting) do little to convince me.<br />
Things do pick up somewhat in the middle of<br />
the set but the momentum is cut short by an<br />
awkwardly placed ballad. Maybe, this being a<br />
Sunday, they are a little tired, maybe Vek feels<br />
a little more at home in the studio than on the<br />
stage or maybe it's just one of those nights, but<br />
he's not quite won me round just yet.<br />
Dave Tate<br />
SANKOFA<br />
OxJam @ Arts Club<br />
It feels like SANKOFA have been around<br />
forever. Having played their way into most of<br />
the best venues in town, released numerous<br />
EPs and 7” singles, had cover sleeves designed<br />
by the legendary John Van Hamersveld and<br />
earned acclaim from Grateful Dead artist<br />
Stanley Mouse, the band are now an essential<br />
part of the local circuit. It’s a testament to<br />
Sankofa’s well-earned popularity that much<br />
of the crowd at the Arts Club arrive during the<br />
build-up to their set. However, the last year<br />
bidolito.co.uk
34<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Reviews<br />
Thought Forms (Stuart Moulding / @OohShootStu)<br />
has been a turbulent one, and since July the<br />
band have been playing as a three-piece in the<br />
absence of a full-time bassist. A change like this<br />
will always affect a band’s sound in one way<br />
or another, and the anticipation in the room to<br />
see how the garage blues trio deal with it is<br />
tangible.<br />
Grasp, recently recorded at Edge Studios<br />
and set for an EP release in <strong>Dec</strong>ember, starts<br />
with echoing plucks of guitar that merge with<br />
a steadily building drumbeat and break into a<br />
wash of dreamscape reverb. Ste Wall provides<br />
his inimitable vocals and guitar skills, with Joel<br />
Whitehead on lead guitar and Josh Perry tasked<br />
with providing the rhythm section. This is a<br />
much more relaxed sound than earlier releases,<br />
glittering guitar taking the place of driving bass.<br />
Josh does a great job of holding it all together,<br />
a difficult one with two lead instrumentalists.<br />
Between songs and during a guitar changeover,<br />
the band joke amongst themselves, clearly<br />
enjoying the chance to be back on stage after<br />
a three-month recording break. Their third song<br />
is Mamasan, more recognisable territory for<br />
the old-school Sankofa fans in the crowd. It’s a<br />
song very deliberately added to this set – a slow<br />
track that hints at an evolution away from their<br />
heavier psych sounds. The atmosphere is one<br />
of quiet reverence. The band then burst into a<br />
slamming blues riff, the guitars duelling with<br />
back-and-forth solos, building up an explosive<br />
ending chord before thanking the fans for<br />
coming and leaving the stage.<br />
Despite a shorter set than some would<br />
have expected, Sankofa show again that their<br />
desire to evolve and progress is going to be<br />
the creative force behind future releases. It’s<br />
clear that they’ve taken the positives from<br />
events that could have set them back and used<br />
them to experiment with new sounds and<br />
possibilities. This is what Liverpool has always<br />
done best, and it’s in good hands.<br />
THOUGHT FORMS<br />
Venus De Milo<br />
Chris Hughes<br />
Bam!Bam!Bam! @ The Shipping Forecast<br />
As local venues go, The Shipping Forecast’s<br />
Hold certainly has its charms; but, despite<br />
its excellent sound and just the right level<br />
of intimacy, gigs in here can occasionally<br />
feel a little roomy. Still, that’s not to say that<br />
those of us who’ve made the effort to turn<br />
out on a Friday night can’t endeavour to enjoy<br />
ourselves to the fullest.<br />
Main support VENUS DE MILO are comprised<br />
of impressively skilled musicians, with a good,<br />
solid rhythm section underpinning a canvas<br />
of ethereal, effects-drenched guitars. They<br />
flit between spacey, borderline-progressive<br />
shoegaze and driving, funky alt. rock as the<br />
set develops. It’s a fairly appealing mix, but<br />
it’s noticeable that they only seem truly<br />
comfortable when veering toward the latter,<br />
and it makes you wonder whether they might<br />
be better off putting all their eggs in the same<br />
basket. Their songs are good, and there’s<br />
no questioning their skill: but ultimately<br />
their performance falls a little flat, which<br />
can mostly be chalked up to their almost<br />
complete lack of stage presence. Of course,<br />
this doesn’t come naturally to everyone, but<br />
it’s something they might consider working<br />
on if they want their live experience to do<br />
their tunes justice.<br />
Predictably, once Venus De Milo finish their<br />
set, their LIPA chums in the audience piss<br />
off almost immediately. It’s a shame really,<br />
because THOUGHT FORMS are deserving of<br />
a far bigger audience. Their set begins with<br />
singer Deej Dhariwal playing a pulsating<br />
drone through a toy keyboard, fed through<br />
an effect pedal setup that wouldn’t look<br />
out of place on the Starship Enterprise,<br />
before switching to guitar and building (very)<br />
gradually into a full-on apocalyptic dirge with<br />
the drummer and other guitarist behind him.<br />
Thought Forms sound absolutely huge on<br />
stage, particularly considering that they’re a<br />
three-piece without a bassist – they simply<br />
don’t need one. The inventiveness and scope<br />
of their guitar playing is so layered, so meaty,<br />
that the addition of a bass probably would<br />
just make it sound that bit too muddy.<br />
To their credit, the band seem unperturbed<br />
by the empty space in front of them, and<br />
keenly soldier on through a set of compelling,<br />
challenging, and often blistering guitar music.<br />
Thought Forms’ ideas may be intense and<br />
complex, but their music is just so powerful<br />
and dense that you can’t help but get lost in<br />
it, leaving me nothing short of fixated for the<br />
whole set.<br />
Alex Holbourn / @AlexHolbourn<br />
TAMIKREST<br />
Harvest Sun @ The Kazimier<br />
Walking through town on a damp and cold<br />
November night, the odd whoosh and crackle<br />
of belated fireworks in the distance, it’s difficult<br />
to summon up images of the dazzling, pristine<br />
wilderness of the Sahara. The caravanseri, the<br />
bidolito.co.uk
JEFFERSON<br />
STARSHIP<br />
THU<br />
29th JAN<br />
8:00pm<br />
CURTIS<br />
STIGERS<br />
TUE<br />
10th FEB<br />
7:30pm<br />
MOTHERSHIP<br />
A TRIBUTE TO<br />
LED ZEPPELIN<br />
SAT<br />
21st FEB<br />
8:00pm<br />
JOE<br />
MCELDERRY<br />
THE EVOLUTION<br />
TOUR <strong>2015</strong><br />
SAT<br />
14th MAR<br />
7:30pm<br />
NATHAN<br />
CARTER<br />
TUE<br />
17th MAR<br />
7:30pm<br />
IAN<br />
MCCULLOCH<br />
THU<br />
19th MAR<br />
8:00pm<br />
FOCUS<br />
SUN<br />
22nd MAR<br />
8:00pm<br />
JOHN<br />
RENBOURN<br />
& WIZZ JONES<br />
SAT<br />
28th MAR<br />
8:00pm<br />
MARC<br />
ALMOND<br />
IN CONCERT<br />
THU<br />
16th APR<br />
7:30pm<br />
CURVED AIR<br />
<strong>2015</strong><br />
FRI<br />
17th APR<br />
8:00pm
36<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Reviews<br />
Merseyrail Sound Station Festival (Keith Ainsowrth / arkimages.co.uk)<br />
wadis and oases are thousands of miles away<br />
and all that’s shifting on Hanover Street is the<br />
litter, blown this way and that by the gusts of<br />
wind. However, I’m on my way to The Kazimier,<br />
our very own cultural oasis right here in the<br />
heart of town, and tonight they’re serving up<br />
a desert storm of blues and traditional North<br />
African takamba in the form of TAMIKREST –<br />
cultural and political ambassadors of the Taureg,<br />
pan-national nomads of the Sahara.<br />
Tamikrest translates as “junction” or “alliance”<br />
and the band hail from the northern area of Mali,<br />
an area recently embroiled in fierce fighting<br />
involving several factions, so the geographical,<br />
political and musical connotations of the name<br />
strike an immediate chord. The band themselves,<br />
formed in 2006 and as much a vehicle for<br />
delivering a political message as a good<br />
time, could also be said to be standing at the<br />
crossroads, having recently delivered a critically<br />
acclaimed album, Chatma, and embarked on an<br />
extensive European tour.<br />
So, what to expect? Polemic or poetry?<br />
By the time Tamikrest arrive on stage, their<br />
Taureg members resplendent in traditional<br />
dress, there is a palpable air of expectation in<br />
the room and when Ousmane Ag Mossa deftly<br />
launches the band into a slide blues-enriched<br />
groove, a quick glance reveals everyone in the<br />
audience grinning in delight and starting to<br />
sway. These are infectious rhythms, propelled<br />
by crisp drumming and percussion, and stalking,<br />
restless basslines. Mossa’s vocals blend<br />
perfectly with singer Fatma Wallette Cheickhe,<br />
the mystery of the words (sung in Tamasheq)<br />
adding to the esoteric, exotic vibe. The feel of<br />
the songs recalls early 90s Ali Farka Toure/Ry<br />
Cooder collaboration Talking Timbuktu, as well<br />
as the more obvious reference point of Malian<br />
supergroup Tinariwen.<br />
Tamikrest do not go in for grand gestures:<br />
there is no rock-god posturing here, no diva<br />
desperate for attention. Instead, there’s almost<br />
a reluctance to stand in the spotlight – an<br />
ensemble cast working in perfect harmony to<br />
deliver the message via the sound.<br />
Halfway through the set the music stops and<br />
Mossa makes an impassioned speech in rapidfire<br />
French. After listening in respectful silence,<br />
the audience applaud enthusiastically at the<br />
conclusion, although I doubt no more than a<br />
handful have understood what was being said<br />
(actually, this being the Kaz, they probably did).<br />
A halted translation from the keyboard player<br />
reveals the subject of Mossa’s polemic – lack<br />
of schools, nutrition, healthcare; a surfeit of<br />
conflict, religious and political self-interest and<br />
killing.<br />
When the band return to their instruments,<br />
the tempo is heightened, and the rhythm is<br />
insistent and decorated with some blindingly<br />
nimble guitar work – the Floyd/Can comparisons<br />
being largely substantiated. The band leave the<br />
stage after almost an hour to huge acclaim, duly<br />
returning for an encore and playing a daringly<br />
low-key, beautifully melodic number before<br />
leaving again and being recalled once more by<br />
rapturous applause – a process that repeats two<br />
or three times.<br />
So, polemic or poetry? When Tamikrest leave<br />
the stage for the final time, the audience are<br />
still wearing those beatific smiles. This is a<br />
music whose origins lie in North Africa and<br />
which has been embellished in the cotton fields<br />
of the South and the juke joints of Chicago,<br />
returning full circle to provide a transcendent,<br />
contemporary groove. Poetry indeed.<br />
Glyn Akroyd<br />
MERSEYRAIL SOUND<br />
STATION FESTIVAL<br />
Moorfields Station<br />
After a year of solid podcasting and<br />
almost one hundred entries from Merseyside<br />
musicians, we’re now descending in to<br />
Moorfields train station for a gig… it can only<br />
be the MERSEYRAIL SOUND STATION FESTIVAL<br />
<strong>2014</strong>. Walking through the turnstile and down<br />
the escalator, it is clear that Moorfields has<br />
been transformed again, for the second annual<br />
finale of the Merseyrail Sound Station Prize.<br />
A full-stage rig dominates the concourse, to<br />
the slight bemusement of some morning<br />
commuters. Speaker stacks, crowd-control<br />
barriers and the day’s first bunch of groupies<br />
attest to a set-up that’s more suited to the O2<br />
Academy than a station on the Northern Line;<br />
there’s even a green room for the artists.<br />
The set-up is so that the ten finalists of this<br />
year’s Sound Station Prize can perform in front<br />
of a panel of judges to decide who will be<br />
the overall winner of the <strong>2014</strong> version of the<br />
competition. Before it all gets underway, the<br />
voice of the Sound Station podcast and today’s<br />
compère, Jay Hynd, announces that competitors<br />
EMILIO PINCHI and EMILY AYRE have been doing<br />
the rounds already, playing acoustic sets on<br />
trains. Both artists arrive at Moorfields with<br />
guitars in hands and slightly wider than normal<br />
smiles on their faces: they’ve just played the<br />
weirdest gig of their lives, to a carriage full of<br />
people making their way in to town. Not your<br />
average commute.<br />
bidolito.co.uk
I DESIGN<br />
BIDO LITO!<br />
Distribution is what we do...<br />
<br />
Magazines<br />
Posters<br />
Bido Lito<br />
!<br />
01<strong>51</strong> 708 0166<br />
bookings@middledistance.org<br />
www.middledistance.org<br />
// LUKE-AVERY.COM<br />
// INFO@LUKE-AVERY.COM<br />
// 07729 308307
38<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong><br />
Reviews<br />
First to take to the stage proper are 23 FAKE<br />
STREET, four young indie upstarts who receive<br />
a warm welcome with We Are The Fire. Though<br />
they’re not the most imaginative band, there’s<br />
undoubtedly plenty of promise in what they’re<br />
doing and we’ll look forward to seeing how they<br />
develop their precocious talents together.<br />
Voice warmed up from singing on the train,<br />
Emily Ayre is a personal highlight with her many<br />
idiosyncrasies. Visually, Ayre is a walking paint<br />
palette, while vocally she offers a mash-up of<br />
Kate Bush, Lykke Li and just a smidge of Lenka<br />
around the edges. Listen to Canvas, a single<br />
on her upcoming EP Pillow Talk, to hear for<br />
yourself.<br />
As the day goes on, it’s clear that Merseyside’s<br />
emerging music scene is anything but twodimensional,<br />
from THE RAGAMUFFINS and their<br />
nods to skiffly ska, to BLUE SAINT and his rap<br />
with a distinctly creative lyrical edge. As I watch,<br />
I’m particularly enjoying Blue Saint’s crowd<br />
participation: it takes a while, but his energy is<br />
infectious and by the end of his fifteen-minute<br />
stint I’m shouting louder than anyone else.<br />
Singer-songwriters NIAMH JONES and Emilio<br />
Pinchi show the depth of solo performing talent<br />
that we have in the city, both possessing some<br />
fine tunes that will be polished to a bright<br />
sheen by a few more years of development.<br />
DAVE O’GRADY sits at the other end of this axis,<br />
with a bank of releases already behind him. His<br />
three-song set is as accomplished as you’ll see,<br />
causing many passersby to stop and listen in.<br />
By the time SUNSTACK JONES roll in as last<br />
band of the day, the hallway of Moorfields is<br />
packed tight. It’s with sweaty hands that we<br />
applaud that just-sunk-into-a-warm-bath feeling<br />
that is Bet I Could.<br />
With Sunstack’s lyrics still in our ears, we move<br />
on to Hopskotch Restaurant and Bar for the prizegiving,<br />
and a few words from Andy Woodhouse<br />
of last year’s winners SOHO RIOTS. The tension<br />
is palpable I’ll tell you that much, as all ten<br />
finalists and ourselves are spread throughout<br />
the bar, awaiting the result. After a brief speech<br />
from the judges’ representative – our own Craig<br />
Pennington – host Jay Hynd announces that this<br />
year’s winner is… Blue Saint!<br />
Blue Saint (real name Daniel Sebuyange)<br />
steps up to gracefully accept his award,<br />
saying: “I’m shocked and extremely grateful<br />
to receive the award. I enjoyed the day<br />
so much, the mix of talent on show from<br />
the other acts was amazing,” before being<br />
whisked off for a live session on Dave Monks’<br />
BBC Introducing Merseyside radio show. With<br />
a promising start to his rap career already<br />
underway (performing alongside the likes<br />
of Skinnyman, Ed Sheeran and Plan B), and<br />
a recently released EP titled Enter Mynd, Part<br />
I as the first part of an ambitious creative<br />
story depicting his musical journey so far, he<br />
seems a more than worthy choice as winner.<br />
Congratulations Blue Saint, we’ll be seeing<br />
lots of you, no doubt.<br />
NatersP / @natersp<br />
Dimensions Festival (Dan Medhurst)<br />
DIMENSIONS<br />
Fort Punta Christo, Croatia<br />
We made our first trip over to Fort Punta<br />
Christo back in September 2013 for the second<br />
edition of DIMENSIONS FESTIVAL. Over the last<br />
12 months we’ve spent every after party chatting<br />
people’s ears off about what an experience<br />
that was, so it’s with giddying excitement that<br />
we find ourselves on the tarmac of Pula’s tinpot<br />
airport once again.<br />
For those unacquainted, the festival takes<br />
place in and around a 19th Century fort located<br />
on a forested headland on Croatia’s sparkling<br />
Istrian coast. Common-or-garden stages are<br />
replaced by circular pits inside stone towers,<br />
dungeons, and what was formerly the moat<br />
of the fort – a 100-metre-long trench served by<br />
one of the most intense sound systems we’ve<br />
had the pleasure of being rattled by.<br />
We arrive just in time for an opening concert<br />
which happened to take place inside a 2000-<br />
year-old Roman amphitheatre in Pula itself.<br />
Featuring the mesmerising piano workouts of<br />
NILS FRAHM against the backdrop of a setting<br />
sun, this has the feeling of a once-in-a-lifetime<br />
experience.<br />
Having almost passed out of existence on<br />
the boat back to the site, hurling ourselves in<br />
to the ocean turns out to be one of the best<br />
hangover cures available. A few hours later,<br />
having nursed ourselves back to health on the<br />
beach, we find ourselves following a lantern<br />
trail up a winding, dusty path, through the<br />
trees and into the spectacular surroundings of<br />
the fort.<br />
ROY AYERS’ classic Everybody Loves The<br />
Sunshine perfectly captures the mood of the<br />
festival in The Clearing early on Thursday night,<br />
while inside the walls, many stay rooted at the<br />
Void stage, lapping up the muscular techno<br />
dished out by Ostgut Ton luminaries BEN KLOCK<br />
and MARCEL DETTMANN. We veer away to catch<br />
dubstep legend MALA, a decision rewarded<br />
with a set which serves as a crucial example<br />
of just how powerful the genre can be, in a<br />
time when it is often argued that the style has<br />
burnt itself out. Cuts from Compa and V.I.V.E.K. –<br />
artists who have broken through over the last<br />
couple of years – ride alongside the classics<br />
nicely, but those from Mala himself, and Coki’s<br />
examples of tear-out done proper, predictably<br />
have people skanking hardest.<br />
Still reeling from the experience, Hyperdub<br />
bossman KODE9 hammers the crowd with a<br />
bombardment of footwork and juke that serves<br />
as a barnstorming tribute to his late friend DJ<br />
Rashad, who died earlier this year, having been<br />
a torchbearer of these styles since the late<br />
90s.<br />
On Friday, GREG BEATO churns out rolling<br />
techno and woozy house with a distinctly<br />
rough flavour, warming up The Moat for a<br />
predictably on-point set from BEN UFO, who<br />
hands us one of the moments of the festival<br />
by dropping Floorplan’s Never Grow Old (Re-<br />
Plant), a rapturous collision of gospel and hardhitting<br />
techno.<br />
Our highlight? Jackmaster likened him to<br />
Jeff Mills at the top of his game and there can<br />
be no doubt that Steel city don BLAWAN is one<br />
of modern techno’s leading lights. Played at a<br />
frightening pace, new Karenn track Pace Yourself<br />
is a standout in a thunderous set riddled with<br />
that signature menace which courses through<br />
many of his productions.<br />
On paper, Sunday looked to provide a thrilling<br />
conclusion to the festival, with White Material<br />
boss DJ RICHARD, the live machinery onslaught<br />
of KARENN, Detroit legend ROBERT HOOD and<br />
his old pals in UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE<br />
all highlighted on our now dusty, ragged<br />
programme. But it’s not to be. Late that evening,<br />
a truly biblical storm causes a blackout on the<br />
majority of the stages meaning these artists<br />
and countless others are cancelled. Though<br />
a couple of stages reopen later on and some<br />
brave souls manage to catch a very special<br />
five-hour back-to-back set between FLOATING<br />
POINTS and MOTOR CITY DRUM ENSEMBLE,<br />
it’s a shame not everything goes off without<br />
a hitch. But after four incredibly memorable,<br />
joyous days and nights of the finest electronic<br />
music in the most spectacular setting we could<br />
hope for, we’ll be blessed if we make it three<br />
on the bounce next year.<br />
Rob Syme<br />
bidolito.co.uk
Bido Lito! <strong>Dec</strong> <strong>2014</strong> / <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>2015</strong> 39<br />
bidolito.co.uk
YOUSEF PRESENTS...<br />
BOXING DAY - 26.12.14<br />
YOUSEF b2b NIC FANCIULLI / GEORGE FITZGERALD<br />
SCUBA / DARIUS SYROSSIAN<br />
PREMIESKU - LIVE (LIVIO, ROBY, GEORGE G)<br />
LEWIS BOARDMAN / SCOTT LEWIS / DAVID GLASS<br />
.........................................<br />
NEW YEARS DAY - 01.01.15<br />
KERRI CHANDLER / YOUSEF / RICHY AHMED<br />
DETROIT SWINDLE / COYU / LEWIS BOARDMAN / SCOTT LEWIS<br />
EGG LONDON PRESENTS : WILLERS BROS / KYLE EVENS<br />
.........................................<br />
NYE<br />
JULIO BASHMORE . ROUTE 94<br />
B.TRAITS . JESSE ROSE . MORE TBA<br />
VENUE: ARTS CLUB, 90 SEEL ST, LIVERPOOL. CHIBUKU INFO: 01<strong>51</strong> 706 8045, INFO@CHIBUKU.COM.<br />
TICKETS ONLINE: WWW.TICKETARENA.CO.UK, SKIDDLE.COM, RESIDENTADVISOR.NET, TICKET STORES: 3B RECORDS (NUS) 01<strong>51</strong> 353 7027 THE FONT (MT PLEASANT), RESURECTION (BOLD ST)