Issue 39 / November 2013
Issue 39, November 2013 issue of Bido Lito! Featuring SALEM RAGES, EX-EASTER ISLAND HEAD, LAURA J MARTIN, SANKOFA and much more.
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<strong>Issue</strong> <strong>39</strong><br />
<strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong><br />
Salem Rages by Mike Brits<br />
Salem Rages<br />
Ex-Easter Island<br />
Head<br />
Laura J Martin<br />
Sankofa
Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong> 3<br />
Editorial<br />
Just before we went to press with this edition of Bido Lito! Magazine, I was kindly asked to<br />
put together a set of records for an event to celebrate the launch of Yeah Yeah Yeah: The Story<br />
Of Modern Pop, a compendium of pop music written by Bob Stanley, he of Saint Etienne fame.<br />
The launch event featured a panel discussion with Bob, queen of Liverpool music Jayne Casey,<br />
celebrated critic and author Paul Du Noyer, and OMD’s Andy McCluskey, and was expertly chaired<br />
by Roger Hill, about whom you can read more in this issue.<br />
The book itself is an intriguing, personal romp through pop history, exploring the key<br />
milestones and moments in the form’s evolution, through the prism of a writer who has played<br />
his own, intimate role. And the panel discussion – which explored a section of the central<br />
themes, and their relationship to our city – opened up a series of interesting ideas that have<br />
been burrowing away in my head ever since.<br />
Pop music has always been concerned with the fresh and the new. The hot, the now, the<br />
bleeding cutting edge. The media that surrounds it has always competed ferociously to unearth<br />
the next big find, the next new sound. But, in many ways, this constant search for the end of the<br />
rainbow, the new musical pot of gold, was little more than the perfect commercial brainchild<br />
of the record industry. The pop chart, which was launched in 1952, provided a weekly rundown<br />
of what’s hot and what’s not, purely based on sales. The more you sold, the better you were,<br />
and the whole model relied entirely on a constant stream of new releases and new sounds,<br />
something the booming record industry was only too happy to provide.<br />
At that time, people relied exclusively on mainstream media – TV, radio, magazines and newspapers<br />
– for their regular fix of what was new and their guide to how to build their record collections. The<br />
chart reigned supreme as the key barometer of success, both commercially but also, and somewhat<br />
more critically, creatively. Anything ‘old’ did little more than gather dust in record boxes.<br />
But those days are gone. In a decentralised, digitalised music industry, the chart has become<br />
utterly redundant. In fact, when asked who was number 1 in that week’s chart, nobody in the<br />
room at the Yeah Yeah Yeah launch, a room full of music lovers, actually knew.<br />
I believe we have entered the age of post-pop.<br />
Infinite music access is a seismic shift and a mind-boggling opportunity for the digital<br />
generation. There are few records that you cannot listen to almost instantly online. Why would a<br />
15-year-old today choose to immerse themselves in the latest Pins record over Are You Experienced,<br />
for example? When you can listen to anything, the release date becomes somewhat academic. It<br />
is all music, no matter when it was made. And good music is simply good music.<br />
It seems obvious to me that, over the past decade, pop music has wriggled free of the<br />
straitjacket that was the direct correlation between artistic value and commercial sales. (After<br />
all, the notion in any arena that the commodity that sells the most is of the highest quality is<br />
flawed.) Music lovers and makers today are guided by their taste and trusted recommendations<br />
through the archive of material that is pop music’s history, rather than simply having to accept<br />
a set of 40 records each week, curated as a result of their sales level and – more often than not<br />
– their label’s marketing budget.<br />
Great pop music has always been informed by its past. The music makers of today have a<br />
unique opportunity to explore that past, chop it up, re-imagine it, reinterpret it and personalise it<br />
on a scale that has never been available before. We see this already as bygone scenes and eras<br />
are creatively re-explored in a post-pop, digital, geographically diverse context, with Liverpool<br />
International Festival Of Psychedelia being a local, topical example.<br />
I await the development of the post-pop age with utter delight.<br />
Craig G Pennington / @BidoLito<br />
Editor<br />
Features<br />
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SALEM RAGES<br />
LAURA J MARTIN<br />
EX-EASTER ISLAND HEAD<br />
YOUSEF<br />
SANKOFA<br />
PURE MUSICAL<br />
SENSATIONS<br />
POSTCARD FROM BERLIN<br />
Regulars<br />
4 NEWS<br />
20<br />
PREVIEWS/SHORTS<br />
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News<br />
GIT Yourself Down<br />
Kicking off its third year, THE GIT AWARD is back to find another worthy recipient of its acclaimed new music prize. After crowning<br />
this year’s winner Baltic Fleet in April, organiser Peter Guy is already laying the groundwork for next year’s announcement with<br />
an exclusive launch event at Leaf Café on 16th <strong>November</strong>, which starts at 8pm. Entry to the launch is free, and will feature<br />
performances from VEYU, Kalax and Nights, plus more to be confirmed. Entries are also being taken for the 2014 award now.<br />
Artists wishing to enter are invited to do so by sending four tracks to getintothis@gmail.com<br />
Bido Lito! Dansette<br />
Our pick of this month's fresh wax cuts...<br />
X Marks The Spot<br />
LIVERPOOL X is a first for the music and arts community of Liverpool, hosting a day and night of debate, ideas and reflection<br />
on Liverpool’s current cultural identity. This includes a music programme curated by WAXX and a bill of performances and guest<br />
speakers that includes VICE magazine’s Andy Capper (pictured). Local entrepreneurs and cultural doyens, including us lot at Bido<br />
Lito!, will be taking part in various panel discussions at the event, to determine our views on what makes Liverpool what it is.<br />
Liverpool X takes place on the 20th/21st <strong>November</strong> at Camp and Furnace. liverpoolx.com<br />
Beard And Wonderful<br />
Apparently beards are the new black, and the renaissance of the beard is in prominence on the faces of Liverpool men everywhere.<br />
In celebration of this hirsute phenomenon, BEERDFEST is back for its second innings on 29th <strong>November</strong>. Bizarre? Yes, but Beerdfest<br />
are serious, with a chance to win the title of Best Beard or Best Moustache in Liverpool up for grabs, as well as live music from<br />
beard-wielding band Mervin Gersh. The event is free and you can register to be a contestant by getting in touch through their<br />
Facebook page. All hail the hairy ones! facebook.com/BEERDFEST<br />
Carina Carina<br />
Former Bido Lito! cover star NADINE CARINA is back with her newest EP Things That People Love To Remember this month. After<br />
a spell of time away working on the new material, Nadine treated us to newest track from the EP, The Love, with an accompanying<br />
video directed by Shondel Birvini. She’ll be pre-empting the release on 18th <strong>November</strong> with a string of dates, including Hallow’s<br />
Ritual at the Kazimier on 31st October. The EP is available to pre-order now on On The Camper. We for one are chuffed with what<br />
we’ve heard so far. nadinecarina.webs.com<br />
Station To Station<br />
This month sees the culmination of the prestigious MERSEYRAIL SOUND STATION PRIZE. After whittling the list of one hundred<br />
prospective bands down to a final ten, the winner is to be announced at the Merseyrail Sound Station Festival, which will take<br />
place at Moorfields Station on 2nd <strong>November</strong> from 1pm. The gong aims to give new musical talents a head start in the music<br />
industry with a year’s worth of professional management and recording time awarded to the winning act. Entry is free and will be<br />
followed by a party at Hopskotch Bar and Kitchen on Mathew Street from 5pm. merseyrailsoundstation.com<br />
Rock n Roll Winter<br />
COMPETITION!<br />
The folks at Curious Orange Vintage and Psycho Motel will be rallying to warm our chilly bones in the best way they know how<br />
this month – with a collaboration of fashion and music in The Kazimier Rock N Roll Winter Vintage Festival. 10th <strong>November</strong> will see<br />
the Wolstenholme Square venue full of stalls selling vintage clothes, treats, trinkets and food to the tune of local DJs showcasing<br />
their impressive vintage vinyl collections. Already confirmed for live performances are bands The Swingin’ Bricks (pictured) and Raw<br />
Bones, adding to the yesteryear feel of the event.<br />
Huzzah! This month’s competition is a chance for you and a friend to win tickets to a once-in-a-blue-moon gig<br />
happening this month in the great space of St. George’s Hall. Veteran indie powerhouse band THE CHARLATANS are set<br />
to play their rescheduled LIMF show on 8th <strong>November</strong> with an impressive helping of local support from THE TEA STREET<br />
BAND and BY THE SEA.<br />
After a spell of performing as a solo artist Tim Burgess reunites with a band that defined the golden era of British<br />
indie in the 1990s for a show of monumental proportions. Expect big things from their arsenal of hits when set to the<br />
superlative acoustics of a venue steeped in local history and prestige. If you’d like the chance to win two tickets to the<br />
show, all you need to do is answer the following question:<br />
What is the name of Time Burgess’ latest album? a) Us And Us Only b) Oh No I Love You c) Thriller<br />
To enter, email your answer to competition@bidolito.co.uk<br />
by Wednesday 6th <strong>November</strong>. All correct answers will be placed in a big pink hat and the<br />
winner will be drawn at random and notified by email. Bonne chance!<br />
William Onyeabor<br />
Who Is William<br />
Onyeabor?<br />
LUAKA BOP<br />
After knocking out eight space-aged<br />
funk disco records in the late 70s,<br />
WILLIAM ONYEABOR found God and<br />
sacked off the whole music lark. This<br />
re-issue of his groove-laden, afro-glitch<br />
stomper Good Name - which sounds<br />
like the inner workings of Fela Kuti<br />
rewiring a SNES - has had the Bido<br />
office shaking all month.<br />
Frankie Rose<br />
Herein Wild<br />
FAT POSSUM<br />
After stints with Crystal Stilts, Dum<br />
Dum Girls and Vivian Girls, FRANKIE<br />
ROSE’s solo effort is distinctly less<br />
garage rock and more menagerie harp<br />
song. Seemingly 15-part harmonies,<br />
weightless string parts and Etch A<br />
Sketch drums are things from dreams.<br />
Like something from an 80s driving<br />
movie, the album will float with you<br />
through neon lights and beyond.<br />
Lovecraft<br />
Häxan<br />
WITCHFINDER<br />
RECORDS<br />
The latest offering by Merseyside’s arch<br />
psych proggists LOVECRAFT compacts the<br />
band’s wayward melodic sensibilities<br />
down into two portions of pop-infused<br />
wonder. A-side Häxan is a perfect<br />
Hallowe’en anthem, while B-side Aneurin<br />
is similarly brilliant, evoking the spirits of<br />
Pulp and The Flaming Lips. All Hallow’s<br />
Eve was scarcely as welcoming as this.<br />
Kelley Stoltz<br />
Double Exposure<br />
THIRD MAN<br />
If all musicians were going this strongly<br />
seven albums in then our record<br />
collections would be in danger of<br />
spilling out of the spare room and taking<br />
up half the house. KELLEY STOLTZ never<br />
veers far from the psych pop pastures he<br />
knows so well, and why should he if he’s<br />
consistently knocking out gems at this<br />
rate. Double Exposure is the record Kurt<br />
Vile wishes he’d written.<br />
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Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong> 7<br />
Salem Rages And A<br />
Gloom-Punk Odyssey<br />
Words: Pete Charles<br />
Photography: Mike Brits / mikebrits.com<br />
It’s been two years since self-styled gloom punks SALEM<br />
RAGES crawled out of the earth to unleash odes to darkness<br />
such as Casket and Our Halloween on the punk scene. The band<br />
Bido Lito! interviewed back then were a group still grappling with<br />
their musical direction, but which had also taken the bold step of<br />
inventing a genre under which they would categorise themselves<br />
(not to mention giving vocabulary-deficient promoters something<br />
catchy to put on gig flyers).<br />
With their first long player Aspects Of The Deepest Gloom done<br />
and dusted in August and scheduled for release in early 2014,<br />
the band felt it was important that their existing material be reissued<br />
in advance of this. So, Salem Rages have collected their<br />
first three EPs and lovingly packaged them in a compendium<br />
entitled Splinters, which is out in <strong>November</strong>. Singer/Guitarist<br />
Roman Remains explains the decision: “We’d put our early EPs<br />
out on strange formats like cassette and flexidisc and people at<br />
gigs started asking us if we had CDs, so we decided that before<br />
the album came out we’d get everyone up to speed. It should<br />
spread its ashes around a little bit before the album comes out!”<br />
Aspects Of The Deepest Gloom, whose title is taken from a line<br />
from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, boasts “more instrumentation,<br />
experimentation and depth” than their previous material. The<br />
band have clearly taken the time to produce a more polished,<br />
meaty record - the chords are still as dark and the vocals just as<br />
tortured, but songs such as Purging The Flowers and crawling<br />
five-minute instrumental Smokescreen Afterlife see a pronounced<br />
lean away from hardcore and towards atmospheric post-punk.<br />
The album marks the start of the band’s relationship with<br />
Visible Noise, the London-based record label which helped<br />
launch the career of Bullet For My Valentine. Sunday Mourning<br />
(Drums) explains how the union came about: “It was mutual in a<br />
way. Julie from Visible Noise had bought our stuff and you could<br />
just tell she was a big fan of the style we were doing and that<br />
she understood our background.” He adds that it was a complete<br />
package of visuals, sound and look that piqued the interest of<br />
the label. “She came to one of our shows in The Pilgrim and it<br />
pretty much went from there. The beauty of doing it through<br />
Visible Noise is that they have worldwide distribution and can<br />
get it out to places we never could. Not only that, but we have<br />
100% creative control, from the artwork to the songwriting. It’s<br />
not broken, and doesn’t need fixing.”<br />
The visual, conceptual element at the very core of Salem<br />
Rages is key to their appeal. Of course, morbid imagery spans<br />
multiple arms of rock n roll: from Johnny Cash’s ‘Man In Black’<br />
persona to the ubiquitous Misfits skull. Whole genres have been<br />
created with death and horror as central themes, so when Salem<br />
Rages announced that they had developed a new style called<br />
‘gloom-punk’ they came to realise that writing songs was only<br />
a small part of what the band would be about. “It’s as much fun<br />
putting the artwork together and coming up with the concept as<br />
it is doing the songs,” says Remains. “It’s all held together with<br />
the logo and once you’ve got that you can use imagery to build<br />
around it. Rag Payne does a lot of the illustration and actually<br />
only picked up a bass to join the band. She’s come on loads in<br />
the last three years!”<br />
With minimal pressing, Remains takes a deep breath and has a<br />
stab at describing gloom-punk for what is probably the bazillionth<br />
time: “We wear a lot of the death rock influence on our sleeve, but<br />
we’re too fast to be death rock and too hardcore to be a horrorpunk<br />
band. Anyway, A. Dark Sun (Guitar) has got too many pedals<br />
to be in a hardcore band.”<br />
There’s a touch of irony in this last comment, as if they’ve<br />
grown weary of people struggling, and failing, to categorise their<br />
style. Their fusion of post-punk, hardcore, and gothic rock means<br />
Salem Rages can worm their way onto more bills than most<br />
bands, but this presents an obvious downside. “There will be the<br />
occasional person who just thinks we’re a bunch of art students,”<br />
says A. Dark Sun. “I’ve had people at gigs shouting at me ‘are<br />
you going to tap-dance or play guitar?’.” “I think that’s part of the<br />
gloom-punk diversity,” says Remains. “I mean, we don’t want to<br />
be pigeon-holed as psycho-billy, horror punk, hardcore, or any<br />
other sub-genres that lie within punk – if we can encompass<br />
all these different elements, well, that’s gloom-punk.” Sunday<br />
Mourning joins the conversation and leans forward at this point<br />
to ask Remains: “Can you explain it to me again?”<br />
Although there’s no suggestion that Salem Rages are trying<br />
to cast themselves as the flagship band of a gloom-punk<br />
movement as such, they’ve met other bands on the road with<br />
a similar ethos and it seems a good time to ask if they have<br />
a favourite place to play? “Sheffield seems to like us,” muses<br />
Remains after some thought. “We played the Men’s Catholic<br />
Society there once” - which seems like a somewhat challenging<br />
gig, for a band called Salem Rages! I wonder how the Men’s<br />
Catholic Society took to them?<br />
“We were outnumbered,” Remains confirms, before A. Dark Sun<br />
elaborates: “Yeah, there were Jesus portraits everywhere and the<br />
guy running the bar said he was never going to have a gig there<br />
again. I don’t think he liked...” Remains interjects, “...me jumping<br />
on one of his expensive snooker tables?”<br />
The band are coy about the shows they have lined up around<br />
Halloween, but they clearly have a couple of aces up their sleeve<br />
and we’re not ruling out some sort of musical trick or treat. Their<br />
new venture with Visible Noise looks set to bear fruit, particularly<br />
considering the label’s recognition of the aesthetic values central<br />
to the band. With tours in support of both Splinters and Aspects<br />
Of The Deepest Gloom, and the promise of international exposure,<br />
for Salem Rages, it’s most definitely not all doom and gloom.<br />
Splinters is released 4th <strong>November</strong> on Visible Noise<br />
salemrages.co.uk<br />
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Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong><br />
Laura J Martin<br />
Words: Jessie Main / @jessiemainmusic<br />
Photography: Charlotte Patmore / @charlottepatmore<br />
This flautist has come a long way. Hailing from Maghull, LAURA<br />
J MARTIN speaks to Bido Lito! on the phone from London, to share<br />
with us the process of finishing her new album Dazzle Days. After<br />
leaving Liverpool she lived in Japan, and now her collaboration<br />
with Mike Lindsay (Tunng) has seen her travel to Reykjavik and<br />
back. Serious geographical ground has been covered here, and a<br />
great deal of musical travelling has been undertaken with it.<br />
Martin’s first album, The Hangman Tree, was well received,<br />
and her unique musical style has not yet seen her boxed-off and<br />
classified into any genre. It’s been referred to as Scouse folk, flute<br />
folk, psychedelic folk, and many other kinds and incarnations of<br />
‘imaginary’ folk, I’m sure. (Actually, imaginary folk isn’t half-bad!)<br />
When I tell her I can’t immediately think of anything musically<br />
similar and ask how she would describe her style, she pauses and<br />
says graciously, “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment”. I never do<br />
come across a nice tidy genre in which to place her (although she<br />
does at one point describe her own voice to me as an “unhinged<br />
choirboy voice”), and outside of such lazy boxes is absolutely<br />
where she should stay.<br />
The flute has been Martin’s constant companion across her<br />
various musical plains, and she describes it now as her “secret<br />
weapon”. And though I’m betting it might become a worse and<br />
worse kept secret as she continues to become better known<br />
on the folk scene, it remains true that the flute is something<br />
a typical audience doesn’t expect to see as a primary feature<br />
in what may at first appear to be a classic set-up. She still has<br />
an enormous capacity for producing that surprise factor in her<br />
performances, and my guess is that has always been the case. To<br />
have progressed from being Kidkanevil’s hip hop flute accessory,<br />
to two albums and a stable ongoing collaboration with Euros<br />
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Childs may have been a stylistic leap, but the ever-reliable flute<br />
remains a constant throughout.<br />
However, a shyer, more nervous fraction of Matin's personality<br />
comes to light as she tells me of her unsteady course to<br />
embracing singing as part of her act. She says that, as a child, she<br />
was the “stubborn kid in school who wouldn’t sing”, and although<br />
personally I would consider being reprimanded by teachers for<br />
not joining the chorus of children tunelessly groaning through<br />
whatever hymn was overhead-projected onto the wall at the<br />
time a gallant effort in the fight against ‘the man’, it seems that it<br />
shaped Martin's musical career in a much more meaningful way.<br />
Her flautist talents, while always a loyal tool for her expression,<br />
were at times more of a shield behind which she could hide. Her<br />
first few brave steps into singing didn’t come too easy: she says<br />
with a laugh that her first 100 gigs or so were marred with an<br />
“impudent stage fright and fledgling self-confidence”, causing<br />
her to question herself: “can I really carry this off?” But, three<br />
years later, she describes singing as feeling “natural, normal<br />
and great”. And playing her own songs before a live audience,<br />
while sometimes can still be nerve-wracking, brings with it the<br />
exhilaration of feeling a song turn an initially anxiety-inducing<br />
performance into a sincere one, using the emotion and adrenalin<br />
to add authenticity to the set.<br />
With that in mind, this second album could bring with it a set<br />
of new challenges for performing; Martin reveals that the content<br />
is perhaps more sensitive than previous projects. While The<br />
Hangman Tree was an outward-looking commentary on stories<br />
she would encounter – she lets me in on how one song was<br />
inspired by an arson attack on a flat in the block where she lived<br />
in Japan – the new effort Dazzle Days is more inward-looking,<br />
inspired by her own experiences and musings on life. “The album<br />
is split into two halves,” she explains, “the first half is punchier and<br />
maybe poppier, the instrumental title track bookmarks the two,<br />
and then the second half is more expressive and reflective than<br />
the first.” She marks out At The Close Of The Day, which happens<br />
to feature her younger sister on saxophone, as being particularly<br />
emblematic of the more introspective side of her songwriting.<br />
Many different musicians joined Martin for the final stages<br />
of producing this album, causing something of a stylistic shift,<br />
especially with the synth additions from experimental maestro<br />
Benge. Working with ideas from others on her songs is something<br />
that she seems to find aids the creative process. “It’s easy to get<br />
stuck in your own tunnel vision,” she says, “and musicians like<br />
Gillian Wood, who helped with some of the arrangements and<br />
performed cello for me, have added so much to the sound that<br />
I wouldn’t have been able to achieve otherwise.” It is still very<br />
much her own, though, and she cites film composers as being<br />
an important influence – which is in evidence as she carries<br />
themes through from one song to the next, forming the cinematic<br />
foundations over which the melodies glide.<br />
She has come a long way, but it sounds to me as though Laura<br />
J Martin has reached a point where she has managed to perfectly<br />
position herself to continue exploring her boundless creativity.<br />
She is a self-produced artist, with a multitude of like-minded<br />
and influential musicians eager to collaborate with her, and a<br />
live performance which comfortably straddles excitement and<br />
sincerity. Good luck in finding a tidy little box for that.<br />
Dazzle Days is out now on Static Caravan<br />
laurajmartinuk.blogspot.co.uk
What’s on at<br />
Liverpool Philharmonic<br />
BAIN, MÖLLER & MOLSKY<br />
Saturday 9 <strong>November</strong> 7.30pm £15<br />
St George’s Hall Concert Room<br />
ZAPPA PLAYS ZAPPA<br />
ROXY & ELSEWHERE<br />
Friday 15 <strong>November</strong> 7.30pm £29.50-£<strong>39</strong>.50<br />
KT TUNSTALL<br />
Saturday 16 <strong>November</strong> 7.30pm £17.50-£27.50<br />
MADELEINE PEYROUX<br />
Tuesday 3 December 7.30pm £24, £30<br />
KATE RUSBY<br />
AT CHRISTMAS<br />
Tuesday 10 December 7.30pm £24, £30<br />
THE BULGARIAN VOICES<br />
ANGELITE<br />
Tuesday 17 December 7.30pm £20, £25<br />
KERFUFFLE<br />
Tuesday 17 December 8pm £14<br />
The Epstein Theatre<br />
SOLD OUT<br />
SEAN LOCK<br />
Saturday 26 October 8pm £22, £28<br />
ARDAL O’HANLON<br />
Saturday 2 <strong>November</strong> 8pm £20, £26<br />
SANDI TOKSVIG<br />
My Valentine<br />
Tuesday 5 <strong>November</strong> 8pm £20, £26<br />
FASCINATING AÏDA<br />
Sunday 1 December 7.30pm £20, £26<br />
GREG DAVIES<br />
The Back Of My Mum’s Head<br />
Monday 2 December 8pm £25, £31<br />
KEN DODD’S<br />
HAPPINESS SHOW<br />
Sat 28 & Sun 29 December 7pm £16-£25<br />
SARAH MILLICAN<br />
Homebird<br />
Saturday 15 March 8pm £25, £29.50<br />
LIMITED<br />
AVAILABILITY<br />
RUSSELL KANE<br />
Smallness<br />
Monday 21 April 8pm £17.50, £23.50<br />
Box Office<br />
liverpoolphil.com<br />
0151 709 3789<br />
Images: KT Tunstall / Russell Kane
10<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong><br />
Ex-Easter<br />
Island<br />
Head<br />
Words: Joshua Potts<br />
Photography: Adam Edwards / @AdamEdwardsF2<br />
Benjamin Duvall has just had a brainwave. What, you wonder,<br />
can be cooking in the same mind that has dragged minimalist<br />
chamber rock out of its niche, opting instead for grand events<br />
in monasteries and museums? Is there another place about to<br />
jump the queue for exotic, preposterous gig potential? “I was<br />
thinking,” he says, as the anticipation rises, “that we need to hire<br />
a few minibuses. Y’know, cut down on the cost of travel.”<br />
Alas, then, to find the quest for transcendence has its share<br />
of mundanity. Duvall is perhaps the most affable interviewee I’ve<br />
encountered, so this makes sense. He’s a receptionist whose<br />
double life as the ‘head’ part of EX-EASTER ISLAND HEAD feeds<br />
a license to doggedly embrace the basic needs of living. When<br />
his music is concerned, however, things are clearer cut: follow an<br />
idea through to its natural conclusion, and throw out the bells<br />
and whistles whilst you’re at it. Stripped back, looking forward,<br />
honing in. Miraculous harmony.<br />
“No effects and no playing properly!” he laughs on a biting<br />
Friday afternoon. We’re chatting on the phone, a conversation<br />
that will take up the better part of an hour, not that I’m noticing.<br />
Duvall speaks with barely suppressed glee, like a schoolboy<br />
showing you his toy chest, chuckling between explanations that<br />
go some way to clarify how exactly a few guitars and mallets<br />
can sound like the dawn of a new religion. Epochs and empires<br />
unfurl in Mallet Guitars 3’s tight twenty-nine minutes, the<br />
band’s latest record following two similarly titled predecessors.<br />
Listening to it can be overwhelming or place you in moods that<br />
can’t be vocalised or argued with. The effect is both cerebral and<br />
emotive, and I ask him whether that contrast was intentional.<br />
“It was partly conscious, partly learning on the job. The primal<br />
simplicity of what I do is gained by approaching music cautiously.<br />
Super-serious stuff devoid of emotion isn’t interesting.” Could he<br />
sum up the feel of the album in one word? “Fucking hell,” he<br />
sighs. I tell him either will do.<br />
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Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong><br />
11<br />
“I’m stumped. I suppose I originally envisaged a Mallet<br />
Guitars trilogy, and this is very much the final shape of that,<br />
so I’d say ‘summation’. The centre of the record is very active,<br />
bringing what we’ve done in our other releases up a notch; more<br />
interlocking patterns and faster tempos. Around that centrepiece<br />
are near beat-less sides where musicians are almost taking hints<br />
from one another.” Somehow, he has manipulated Allen keys to<br />
nefarious ends, explaining why the dark, droning epiphany that<br />
culminates in Mallet Guitars 3’s fourth movement is so unsettling.<br />
Duvall describes this is as the listener’s “arc”, and it falls into place<br />
that what sounds utterly spontaneous is in fact worked out way<br />
in advance, at least by compositional standards. Live, the everchanging<br />
roster of Island Heads never plays the same piece notefor-note,<br />
a quirk endemic to drawing tour mates from across the<br />
North West. “They’re all mates, to be honest. Not everyone’s an<br />
active member at once. It’s more like an ongoing pool. We’re still<br />
working out which gigs work for us and which don’t.”<br />
Count congregating at an actual Easter Island Head<br />
as one that did. Liverpool’s World Museum managed to ship over<br />
the statue last year, the opportunity being irresistible to Duvall’s<br />
propensity for unique atmosphere. Another show entertained<br />
what he estimates to be half of a Northern Irish town crammed<br />
into an 18th century monastery. Such achievements have allowed<br />
him to seek Arts Council funding, which will mean bigger projects<br />
in the future. Until then he’s been touring, writing and getting<br />
involved with live film soundtracks. This has consisted (so far)<br />
of scoring surrealist French cinema and an excerpt from Baraka,<br />
a 1993 eco-doc that perfectly encapsulates Duvall’s creative<br />
texture. “It contrasts our natural world with the impact of human<br />
interference. All beautifully shot, slowed and sped up. A real<br />
sensory overload.”<br />
So you’re interested in all forms of avant-garde expression?<br />
“Not all,” is the answer, “although I do need to sit down and watch<br />
more films. Lately I’ve narrowed my interests to music and that’s<br />
a little bit of a shame.” The subject of how exactly he veered into<br />
abstract territory arises. “I was in a post-rock three-piece and,<br />
after that, a weird, weird glam prog band for three-and-a-half<br />
years. They were absolutely brilliant but the turning point was<br />
discovering Rhys Chatham, one of the first people who introduced<br />
electric guitars to minimalism. For a while, I’d been trying and<br />
failing to find my own ‘voice’. Then I randomly put my guitar on a<br />
keyboard stand and noticed how striking that looked. The mallets<br />
came in when I realised how bloody loud the strings were when<br />
struck. Once the decision had been made to pursue the mallet<br />
idea, I emailed The Kazimier and they offered me a support slot in<br />
no time. I had to quickly get a set sorted.”<br />
I question whether visual novelty is still one of Ex-<br />
Easter Island Head’s main attractions. About this, he is emphatic.<br />
“Definitely, to some. I don’t see it as a gimmick. Warmth always<br />
overrides cold and clinical exercises. Warmth shines through.” The<br />
Duvall chuckle, ever-present, launches challenges on the matter<br />
to distant shores. Listen to him or the album and you’ll likely<br />
fancy a retreat to the beach yourself, enveloped in the promise of<br />
a dream and a ladder to the soul.<br />
Mallet Guitars 3 is out now on Low Point Records<br />
exeasterislandhead.com<br />
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12<br />
Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong><br />
YOUSEF<br />
11 IN YEARS<br />
THE<br />
MAD HOUSE<br />
Words: Joshua Nevett / @JoshuaNevett<br />
Photography: Gary Brown / GB Multimedia<br />
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Bido Lito! <strong>November</strong> <strong>2013</strong> 13<br />
We’re standing in a room with beige walls on Rodney Street, at the<br />
summit of a terraced office block bearing a likeness to a tertiary branch<br />
of a David Brent-managed accountancy firm. Downstairs is a reception<br />
area resembling that of a dentist’s waiting room; upstairs is the de<br />
facto headquarters of the Circus/Chibuku duopoly, the room in which<br />
dance music mogul YOUSEF helms his Liverpool-via-the-world house<br />
music empire. You’d be forgiven, however, for thinking you’ve been<br />
summoned to an ironic Alan Sugar boardroom meeting to shoot the<br />
shit about obscure Theo Parrish B-sides and exchange patchy Ibizarelated<br />
anecdotes. A large corporate desk occupies most of the room, at<br />
which Circus’ promotional workforce sit, talk shop and jokingly compare<br />
a senior member of the Circus administration to Darth Vader. Amid the<br />
laughter, a mild-mannered Yousef slouches in his swivel chair following<br />
an ebullient handshake and points towards one of the few posters<br />
affixed to the wall adjacent with gusto.<br />
“That’s our slogan,” says Yousef Zaher in his softly-spoken drawl,<br />
before reading aloud “entertainment in enlightenment - that’s our aim”.<br />
The slogan to which he’s referring to is of course that of his beloved<br />
Circus club night – of which he is the co-founder – which, at the time<br />
of writing, is on the eve of celebrating its 11th year at the apex of<br />
Liverpool’s underground house music scene. It’s an aspirational mantra,<br />
which is symptomatic of a man whose patriarchal role as self-professed<br />
house music gatekeeper – coupled with a distinguished career in music<br />
production and DJing spanning over 15 years – straddles generational<br />
and geographical barriers.<br />
A merchant of the in vogue 4/4 zeitgeist, Yousef is a bone fide vestige<br />
of the sub-cultural rave phenomenon, circa the late 1990s - a period<br />
we avoid discussing for want of treading a tired and well-worn path.<br />
Growing up in Liverpool, an early dalliance with the city’s flagship house<br />
and techno monolith Cream led to an inextricable relationship with the<br />
genres, positioning Yousef as the natural successor to the brand upon its<br />
eventual demise. Thus, from the ashes of Cream arose Circus: a next-gen<br />
party hub in thrall to the tropes of the past, but with a yearning obsession<br />
for forward propulsion. Taking cues from the elitist circle of celebrity<br />
status exponents of the genres whom he seeks to emulate (Sven Vath,<br />
Carl Cox, Damian Lazarus et al.), the accolades he’s garnered throughout<br />
his career read like the ballpark bucket list of an aspirational bedroom<br />
DJ. Equally gifted as beat matcher as he is beat maker, the myriad of<br />
imprints to which he affiliates his name is reflective of his reputation as a<br />
savvy tastemaker of styles right across the board. Releases overseen by<br />
Sven Vath’s Cocoon and Carl Cox’s Intec are the nucleus of an oeuvre that<br />
consists of two self-penned artist albums (2009’s A Collection Of Scars<br />
And Situations and 2012’s A Product Of Your Environment) and a helluva<br />
lot of hip-swaying singles and remixes too abundant to mention. In short,<br />
attempting to surmise Yousef’s career in just a few short paragraphs is<br />
essentially a futile exercise in smoke blowing.<br />
Much to the satisfaction of his loyal devotees, in just eight days’ time<br />
(“I’ve got to go back [to Ibiza] to play the closing party with Coxy [Carl Cox]<br />
first”), Yousef will be flexing aforesaid taste-making muscles in the familiar<br />
beer-swilling surroundings of East Village Arts Club. For now, though, he<br />
can only ruminate on his fortunes in sunnier climes, a place over 900<br />
miles away from the gravity of his pallid Circus batcave.<br />
“At the moment I’d say, ‘I wouldn’t do a Circus event in Ibiza ever again’,”<br />
he says in trepidation, with a wry smile and eyes full of regret. We’re<br />
now sitting in an empty meeting room, reflecting on Circus’ inaugural<br />
residency at Ibizian super-club, Booom. “It was too stressful, so in the<br />
end I just said to myself, ‘I don’t need this anymore’.” Now comfortably<br />
in his thirties, this is a man who’s contributed enormously to the overall<br />
quality and visibility of the club scene in Liverpool, a scene of which he is<br />
still the most visible proponent. He also curates a secondary Circus event<br />
at London venue Egg, which is now firmly established as a staple in an<br />
already saturated scene. Ibiza, it seems, was the next obvious avenue.<br />
Did an unstoppable force meet an immovable object? As Yousef tells it:<br />
“Internally, the complications for us were too much for us to bear. We<br />
had some great gigs there but, ultimately, I was dealt a very awkward<br />
hand of cards and it started to consume my life.” Surprisingly, it’s with no<br />
hint of flippancy or bitterness that Yousef admits the fallacies of Circus<br />
at Booom and, moreover, his infatuation with the White Isle remains<br />
intact, emboldened by the dewy-eyed hedonism of his halcyon days as<br />
resident selector at Carl Cox’s Revolution parties at Space – a residency<br />
slot he eulogises with a heavy heart. “I left my residency at Space to go<br />
and do my own thing with Circus,” he says, convincingly. “I learnt a lot and<br />
I’ve managed to implement some of those ideas in Liverpool, but I can<br />
honestly say I cannot wait to be back behind those decks.”<br />
Having played in countries poles apart, in places as far afield as Brazil,<br />
North Korea and Syria, it’s as a selector where Yousef’s true passions lie.<br />
Aside from his Circus Recordings imprint – to which burgeoning artists<br />
such as David Glass (“he’s a regular at Circus”), Acid Mondays (“he’s my<br />
best mate”) and Heratio (“ a fresh and exciting artist”) are currently signed<br />
– it’s playing out records to the masses after just 90 minutes’ sleep from<br />
the night before that Yousef declares to be most gratifying. “It’s what I’ve<br />
been doing best for the past twenty years: I DJ. Circus is just a hobby.”<br />
Fast-forward eight days, and we’re stood on the vacant dancefloor<br />
in the hollow theatre of East Village Arts Club, discussing the dietary<br />
benefits of egg on toast. Still pumped from Ibiza, Yousef describes the<br />
closing party at Space as “probably the best gig I’ve ever done,” before<br />
nonchalantly adding, “I played through til nine at night [the next day]<br />
at an after party; egg on toast and 90 minutes’ kip was the formula<br />
that kept me awake.”<br />
Back on terra firma: in four hours, the doors will open and the first<br />
record will be spun, resulting in a glorious pandemonium only the influx<br />
of around 900 wanton house music aficionados can permit. Essentially,<br />
this is the calm before the storm and Yousef is easily the most relaxed<br />
man in camp Circus. His stoic, cool-as-a-cucumber presence is enough to<br />
abate any pre-show jitters as the crux of his planning is executed with<br />
laser-sight precision. His production team are in the process of erecting a<br />
10ft by 10ft banner bearing the Circus logo superimposed atop an abstract<br />
image of a hand-sketched face. “The image was designed by a Liverpool<br />
artist called Doc,” he tells us, whilst suggesting, beneath bated breath, that<br />
the banner should be positioned slightly to the left of where it is currently<br />
draped. His innate perfectionism is the cornerstone for the rest of his<br />
party. Now tonight’s special guest vocalist the Angel (“a regular at Circus<br />
for years, she’s a young mum from Runcorn”) has arrived, soundcheck and<br />
rehearsal can begin. Things have quickly escalated since the Angel lent<br />
her sultry vocals to Warner Brothers-signed incendiary single Float Away, a<br />
demo track initially recorded on her iPhone, subsequently re-rendered by<br />
Yousef and soon to be thundering around clubs across the globe. It’s the<br />
Angel’s first performance, ever, so, basically, the gist is this: they rehearse<br />
the same track (Float Away) repeatedly until Yousef is satisfied. “It reminds<br />
me of when I played my first gig at Cream,” he says, revelling in nostalgia.<br />
“I was the ultimate rave monkey at Cream; so today I told her, ‘tonight,<br />
you’re the Angel, so it’s strictly business from here on in’.”<br />
The next time we see the Angel, it’s 2am, and the theatre is a cathartic<br />
soup of bodies; the air thick with tightly wound percussive grooves and<br />
suspenseful vocal loops that cause mini-manias at every twist and turn.<br />
Her performance is well received, but Yousef is still the protagonist of<br />
the business of enlightenment, while upstairs, Scuba commands the loft.<br />
“Circus is sick man, it never disappoints,” one tan-tastic mini hulk tells<br />
Bido Lito! in the smoking area, while, back in the scrum, everybody’s<br />
going batshit crazy, with the dancefloor on which we stood nine hours’<br />
previously warped by the weight of 900 bug-eyed fist pumpers.<br />
This is the culmination of Yousef’s 11-year labour of love: the evolution<br />
of a club night into a dance music institution. Post-set, Bido Lito! head<br />
backstage to find a relaxed Yousef chatting to fans and Scuba posing for<br />
a picture with two midgets. No biggie then. “I can’t even remember why I<br />
do this anymore,” says Yousef, imbued with an after-hours pathos, before<br />
adding “but believe me, this is one of the best places to play in the world.”<br />
Note: Circus isn’t your average hobby.<br />
circusrecordings.com<br />
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Sankofa<br />
whistling)<br />
Words: Kevin McManus<br />
Photography: Keith Ainsworth / arkimages.co.uk<br />
before clubbing<br />
you over the head<br />
with vicious guitar<br />
lines. There’s so much<br />
going on with a Sankofa tune<br />
that it is easy to forget the gritty,<br />
huge vocals of singer Steven Wall.<br />
By<br />
He could easily dominate everything but<br />
a<br />
happy<br />
has the good sense to know when to use his<br />
coincidence,<br />
Bido Lito! caught up<br />
with SANKOFA on the third<br />
anniversary of their first-ever gig. If you<br />
have yet to experience the joys of Sankofa then you’re<br />
missing out on a great meandering squall of psychedelic rock<br />
'n' roll. If you have to pigeonhole them then they’re definitely<br />
in the vicinity of the brightly coloured boxes with the ‘psych’<br />
references slapped on them.<br />
So, after sitting down with the band in their rehearsal room and<br />
slyly putting them at ease with smiles and small talk, I smoothly<br />
sneak in an opening accusation that Sankofa could easily be<br />
dismissed as just another retro outfit doing nothing more than<br />
rehashing the past. But drummer Josh Perry is more than ready<br />
for me: “We do listen to stuff like The Doors and Led Zep but we<br />
just take bits from it rather than copying it. The name Sankofa<br />
comes from an African myth which basically says that there isn’t<br />
any shame in taking elements of your past and bringing that to<br />
your future for the greater good. And that’s what we are about.”<br />
Josh is joined in the rehearsal room by Michael Robinson<br />
(big hair and big chunky Bass), Joel Whitehead (Lead Guitar), and<br />
relative newcomer Adam Daulby (Keyboards). Singer/guitarist<br />
Stephen Wall is stuck in traffic and doesn’t manage to make it.<br />
But as a rule of thumb singers are generally late, if they show at<br />
all, so I wasn’t offended, and the remaining members had plenty<br />
to say for themselves.<br />
They’re a good bunch of lads to sit down with. They’ve known<br />
each other since they were kids in school and there is a definite<br />
gang mentality about them that most of the really special groups<br />
have. It quickly becomes clear that they are genuinely passionate<br />
about their music,<br />
with a genuine sense of a shared vision and a common mission<br />
to get out there and make a real mark on the world. They believe<br />
in what they do and I expect that in some ways if nobody was<br />
interested they would carry on regardless, because they’re so<br />
convinced that they are on the right path and everyone else will<br />
eventually catch up. And if you don’t, well then it’s your loss.<br />
Although they’ve been around for a few years it only really<br />
started to take off for Sankofa from earlier this year when they<br />
found a champion for their undoubted talent in Eighties Vinyl<br />
Records. In March they released their debut single Siren Song<br />
on the label. It’s an epic sprawling beast of a tune that starts<br />
slowly, builds, and then somehow builds again to a point where<br />
the two sides of the 7-inch single struggle to contain this great<br />
big slab of beautiful noise. With the higher profile has come an<br />
increased ambition. They want to do more than play the same<br />
gigs they were playing a few years ago. So they’re rehearsing<br />
more, writing better songs, and the live shows just keep on<br />
developing with audiences swept away by the sheer force of their<br />
huge sound, which combines melody with a great big blistering<br />
swirl of guitars, bass and drums. The recent addition of Daulby on<br />
keyboards has also helped add a little intricacy and light to their<br />
exhilarating sound.<br />
Killer song Makers Mark<br />
was their second to make it onto<br />
vinyl (on the Eighties Vinyl compilation); the song lures in with<br />
a lolloping bluesy intro (along with an unexpectedly eerie bit of<br />
towering vocal to maximum impact and when to<br />
back off and give the music the space it needs.<br />
The next milestone for the band will be the release of a selftitled<br />
10-inch EP, which will be out in early December this year.<br />
It’s another step forward and lead track Guttermouth is a real<br />
statement of intent. They’ve even managed to add some genuine<br />
60s alumni to the record by having the sleeve designed by John<br />
Van Hammersveld who, amongst other things, did the sleeve for<br />
The Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour and the Stones' Exile On Main<br />
Street, as well as working with other 60s and 70s legends such<br />
as The Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane.<br />
The band explained how this unlikely collaboration came<br />
about. “Dave [Hewitson, Eighties Vinyl] made contact with John<br />
Van Hammersveld through his website. We thought he wouldn’t<br />
be bothered but he asked to hear a track and he loved it. He has<br />
done this great sleeve and he told us that it looks current but also<br />
references the 60s. The whole thing is perfect and fits with the<br />
Sankofa philosophy of taking something from the past and using<br />
it to enhance the future.”<br />
So there you have it. Sankofa are a band who definitely aren’t<br />
afraid to look back but who have much more about them than a<br />
fixation with the past. They have the confident air of a band who<br />
are just on the cusp of something great. They know it and if you’ve<br />
seen them lately then you’ll know it, too. Sankofa are doing this<br />
because they simply have to; much like yourselves for that matter,<br />
who we implore to listen post-haste.<br />
Sankofa's self-titled EP is out on Eighties Vinyl records on<br />
2nd December.<br />
soundcloud.com/sankofaband<br />
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PURE MUSICAL<br />
SENSATIONS:<br />
Roger Hill And A Lifetime In The Punk Snow<br />
As you'd expect from someone who's been on the radio for<br />
32 years, ROGER HILL is very good at talking. Thankfully, despite<br />
his warning that he may "waffle on a bit", he has a lot of very<br />
interesting stories to tell. As we retire to a quiet corner of BBC<br />
Radio Merseyside, home of his weekly alternative music show<br />
PURE MUSICAL SENSATIONS (aka PMS), there's a strong desire<br />
to sit and listen to every single one. For the last 40 years he's<br />
written them all in a daily diary, part of which will be serialised<br />
in a documentary, currently in production. Punk Snow focuses<br />
on the period between 1978 and 1980, as the explosion of three<br />
seemingly opposing musical styles – ska, punk and disco –created<br />
a seismic sea change in Britain's musical landscape. The action<br />
focuses on legendary Mathew Street venue Eric's, and its place as<br />
the hub of the Liverpool punk scene.<br />
The film's catalyst was Hill's friend and filmmaker Matthew<br />
Fox, founder of The Outsiders Film Festival: "A year ago Matthew<br />
read my diaries; nearly three million words, starting in 1972 and<br />
running right up to today. After reading the entries in the middle<br />
period, starting from when I arrived in Liverpool in 1978, he told<br />
me 'there's a film in here'.”<br />
Production is being handled by Thinking Film – a social<br />
enterprise aiming to use film and media to inspire and educate<br />
people – with a helping hand from the Heritage Lottery Fund.<br />
Liverpool it gave permission to a lot of very interesting musicians<br />
– who weren't necessarily punk – to fly the flag for their alternative<br />
musical styles."<br />
Flying the flag for alternative styles has been the modus<br />
operandi of Pure Musical Sensations since Hill was asked to fill<br />
in for Phil Ross's Rockaround show, in 1982. Like all of his most<br />
enjoyable experiences, the life-changing call came by surprise:<br />
"Phil had moved to London at short notice and asked me if<br />
I'd be interested in taking over. I was a regular guest on both<br />
Rockaround and the arts show Phil produced, so he knew I could<br />
talk! At that time I also produced tapezines for Merseysound – the<br />
purpose being to hear the music, alongside the interviews. In a<br />
way I'd already started on the radio but I'd have never dreamt of it<br />
as a career choice until that phone call."<br />
Over the years, the scope of the show has evolved, in<br />
accordance with the changes to what we understand by the<br />
term 'alternative music'. "We see ourselves as the world of music<br />
in one programme. A lot of the old specialist shows have been<br />
lost," says Hill sadly. "As each passed, we've assimilated them<br />
all into PMS, to make sure fans of those styles still have an<br />
outlet." Hill's most cherished aspect of Pure Musical Sensations<br />
is the musical freedom he retains – a freedom beyond that of<br />
any of the countless multi-millionaires employed by our public<br />
The Merseysound fanzine was sold at Eric’s,<br />
"We'd gone to Creative England, who weren't looking at it as a<br />
broadcaster. "I've had completely free choice every week for 32<br />
covered Eric’s gigs and, unfortunately, found itself<br />
reporting on the closure of Eric’s in 1980.<br />
90-minute feature, but the Heritage Lottery Fund jumped at the<br />
years," he proudly proclaims. Just last month PMS were able<br />
Words: Maurice Stewart<br />
Images: Roger Hill<br />
idea. They, like Matthew, and Danny Kilbride at Thinking Film, were<br />
keen to concentrate on that two-year timespan, which I feel was<br />
my embedding period."<br />
Hill was 28 when he moved to Liverpool, still finding his feet<br />
from a musical perspective: "I was already a fan of punk, but I<br />
hadn't been to many gigs. I heard about Eric's as Liverpool is no<br />
stranger to letting people know when it's got something good –<br />
whether it was Eric's back then, or Cream in the 90s. Very quickly<br />
it became the focus of my musical interests and ambitions." Eric's<br />
became a much-needed refuge, allowing a young man to develop<br />
a sense of belonging in what was an unforgiving, economically<br />
bleak Northern city: "Liverpool was hard back then; a city that<br />
could really turn its back on you. But that was because it was<br />
going through hard times. You had to find somewhere to belong<br />
in order to survive."<br />
The connections made during that era spread beyond music. Hill<br />
began an enduring relationship with another cultural totem that's<br />
undergone a recent facelift – The Everyman Theatre, eventually<br />
becoming Associate Director. Arguably his most influential<br />
meeting was with Ronnie Flood, who asked him to help set up<br />
burgeoning fanzine Merseysound; a publication that survived<br />
beyond Eric's, documenting the venue’s demise in early 1980.<br />
As someone who embarked on a similar instant immersion into<br />
Liverpool culture some 26 years later, I recognise the excitement<br />
in Hill's voice when talking about Merseysound: "I got to interview<br />
bands for the fanzine, as well as seeing all of the significant acts<br />
of the time, often for free. Back then the media hadn't caught on<br />
to punk, but those of us in the know could see what was coming,<br />
and over those two years it made its way into the mainstream. In<br />
to air a song that featured swearing, after a brief disclaimer: "I<br />
have a good relationship with the management here and so I<br />
explained to them that the quality of the music outweighed any<br />
potential offence at the obscenities." Although rightly proud of<br />
Radio Merseyside's reputation as a fierce champion of music over<br />
personalities, Hill acknowledges these kinds of concessions could<br />
only be possible at his current midnight Sunday timeslot. It's clear<br />
he laments PMS being slowly pushed back from the original 6pm-<br />
8pm slot over the years – "There's no doubt we would have more<br />
listeners if we were on earlier," he insists – but one suspects that<br />
he wouldn't be willing to sacrifice his freedom for a few million<br />
extra listeners, let alone a few hundred.<br />
Sitting opposite such an energetic, vibrant man, it's hard to<br />
believe he's fast approaching pensioner status. I've certainly never<br />
met another man in his 60s who looks comfortable in bright-pink<br />
drainpipe jeans. But the only fear Hill holds for the future is that,<br />
when he does decide to quit, the BBC might ask him to take PMS<br />
with him. "The current framework of the show involves more than<br />
just me – it's a combination of the tastes of all the people working<br />
on it. I believe eclectic programming will be the norm in 10 years’<br />
time. People won't need the security blanket of a particular style<br />
of music. In that sense PMS should always have a future beyond<br />
me." That's certainly a future to look forward to.<br />
Pure Musical Sensations is on BBC Radio Merseyside Sundays<br />
from midnight-2am.<br />
Anyone wishing to contribute to Punk Snow can contact<br />
punksnow@thinkingfilm.co.uk<br />
pmsradio.co.uk
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Postcard From Berlin<br />
Hidden in Plain sigHt<br />
Words: Joshua Nevett / @joshuanevett<br />
Illustration: Ria Fell / riafell.co.uk<br />
It’s 5am on a hellish Sunday morning, and we’re stood in the<br />
dusty lot of a former power station, discussing the plan of attack -<br />
aka cigarette-packet briefing - prior to our attempt at negotiating<br />
one of the world’s most notoriously strict door policies: that of<br />
Berlin’s techno behemoth, The Berghain. After a quick rehearsal of<br />
our elaborate script (“eine bitte”) at the last checkpoint, I reassure<br />
myself that my apprehensions are misplaced, still drowsy from the<br />
cumbersome 500-mile drive from Amsterdam to Berlin. I’d studied<br />
the forums meticulously, adhered as closely as I could to the<br />
ambiguous dress code, and even abstained from getting totally<br />
shitfaced in the hope of increasing my chances of infiltrating this<br />
fortress. We approach the Disneyland-length queue and survey<br />
the habits of those in more desirable circumstances. Patiently,<br />
we amble, for three unnerving hours, contained like a regiment<br />
of poorly camouflaged spies condemned to incarceration at a<br />
POW camp for the criminally hedonistic. The quivers of bass that<br />
squirm through the ruts of the steel and concrete lull us into<br />
a gentle transcendence, before a tall, authoritarian bloke in a<br />
bomber jacket shouts the only other German phrase I bothered<br />
to learn: “NEIN!”. You get the picture. The Temple of Techno eludes<br />
us and the ultimate exercise in carrot dangling is completed.<br />
Verdammte scheiße!<br />
The hours and days following our refusal were spent spuriously<br />
debating the stringent selection methods of the surly doorman<br />
responsible for our rejection. Kneejerk speculation was rife: “It’s<br />
a premeditated numbers game, one in, two out,” said one fistclenched<br />
quibbler, whilst another enraged voice rebuked “Nah,<br />
there’s an obvious discrimination against Britons”. Our rationales<br />
were ultimately futile, but the spate of reactionary comments<br />
did eventually culminate in a collective realisation: this was no<br />
mere act of arbitrary denial on the part of the Berghain; this was<br />
the calculated resilience of a sub-cultural institution expressing<br />
its determination to remain esoteric, isolated from the glare of<br />
society and misunderstood by the masses. A determination we<br />
all agreed was admirable.<br />
The implementation of this elitist doctrine was an alien<br />
concept when compared to the ‘one-size-fits-all’ clubbing<br />
agendas currently adopted in the UK. In a landscape where the<br />
lines between genre categories are increasingly blurred, the<br />
readily downloadable glut of digital dance music available to<br />
fringe listeners has created a culture of Jersey Shore collectivism,<br />
a community of taste-making socialites compelled by the notion<br />
of eclecticism for eclecticism’s sake. Dance music: even the phrase<br />
is non-descript and without real purpose; a catch-all term that by<br />
its very definition reinforces the function that’s omnipresent in<br />
countless other forms of music. And don’t fret - I’ll spare you the<br />
spiel by way of refraining from using the Americanised acronym.<br />
These deductions are not to suggest the components of the UK<br />
club scene are any less nuanced than the<br />
scene of their pan-European counterparts<br />
(see Clive Martin’s Big Night Out series on<br />
Vice.com for ample examples of modern-<br />
day British sub-cultures); however, it is<br />
prudent to suggest these components are<br />
rehashes of their original form, bastardised<br />
and diluted to the point of parody.<br />
To infer that dance music is now the UK’s<br />
de-facto sub-cultural dominatrix would be<br />
a moot point, but there’s definitely weight<br />
to the argument that neo-sub-cultures as a<br />
whole have ceased to dictate youth culture<br />
in any visible way – Britpop being the last<br />
sub-culture to be definable by class, fashion,<br />
politics and music.<br />
To hark back to dance music’s origins on these<br />
shores, early 90s UK rave culture – like many other<br />
sub-cultures before it – was ostensibly about the<br />
disenfranchised youth of the period rebelling against<br />
the status quo, or, if you like, a bunch of working-class<br />
kids doing things a bit differently. This was usually<br />
achieved through the appropriation and subversion of<br />
mainstream class, fashion, music and politics, i.e. in this<br />
case, the appropriation of American techno originated<br />
from Detroit.<br />
The Germanic techno scene and by extension the identity<br />
and traits that have become synonymous with its proponents<br />
(black/gothic aesthetic choices, overt homosexuality and stoic<br />
demeanour) are also a subversion of that derivative. Yet<br />
still, while the cultural ethos of each respective country<br />
remains poles apart, dance music and all its ugly<br />
children continue to pervade youth culture across<br />
the globe.<br />
If the wider dissemination and distillation<br />
of dance music is writ large by the advent of<br />
the digital age, then it is gratifying to see the<br />
preservation of an underground scene that<br />
hides in plain sight, but is still unscathed by<br />
the death knell of exposure. Yes, I travelled 500<br />
miles; yes, I queued for three hours to no avail;<br />
yes, the exclusivity of the Berghian is a shrewd<br />
marketing technique, but, irrespective of all<br />
these deterrents, our innate tribal instincts<br />
drew us towards that sub-cultural bubble, to<br />
a place of belonging and liberation. This, in<br />
the cold light of day, was dance music at its<br />
most authentic.<br />
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Previews/Shorts<br />
CRYSTAL STILTS<br />
NYC post-punks CRYSTAL STILTS<br />
are welcomed back to these here<br />
parts with open arms on the back<br />
of highly praised new LP Nature Noir.<br />
Signed to estimable US label Sacred<br />
Bones, the band’s electrifying surf rock has taken a darker turn of late, drawing influence from<br />
The Velvet Underground and Joy Division. Playing the intimate confines of The Hold, tickets are<br />
sure to be scarce come showtime.<br />
The Shipping Forecast / 24th <strong>November</strong><br />
BRIGHT YOUNG PEOPLE<br />
BRIGHT YOUNG PEOPLE<br />
bring the noise to The Zanzibar<br />
midway through the month, with<br />
the three-piece on the receiving<br />
end of considerable buzz for the<br />
garage rock rush of debut single Liberties b/w Woe. Produced by Ian McCulloch, the<br />
band combine the trebly aggression of The Stooges with the pop nouse of the BRMC<br />
and the sass of The Cramps.<br />
The Zanzibar / 15th <strong>November</strong><br />
Having already played one of<br />
the most memorable gigs of <strong>2013</strong><br />
MONEY<br />
back in June, Manchester’s mostlikely-to<br />
MONEY return to Merseyside<br />
to attempt to outdo themselves.<br />
Since then the group have issued acclaimed debut LP The Shadow Of Heaven and won praise<br />
for the intense passion of their live shows, fronted by talismanic lead singer Jamie Lee. VEYU<br />
will also be on hand to aid the orchestral swells.<br />
Blade Factory / 8th <strong>November</strong><br />
Future Of The Left<br />
Riding high on the excellent reception that greeted recent LP How To Stop Your Brain In An Accident,<br />
post-hardcore/noise rock band FUTURE OF THE LEFT head out on their biggest UK tour to date, with across<br />
the board acclaim still ringing in their ears.<br />
After a parting of the ways with their record company the quartet funded the new album via PledgeMusic,<br />
romping home with 100% of the set target within six hours of the project being launched. The experience<br />
has lent fuel to their ire it seems, as track titles such as I Don't Know What You Ketamine, Johnny Borrell<br />
Afterlife and the vitriolic self explanatory How To Spot A Record Company show that frontman Andrew<br />
‘Falco’ Falkous hasn’t lost any of his renowned rapier wit. Famed for his passionate stance against<br />
the illegal downloading of grassroots artist's music and his memorably iconoclastic, highly quotable<br />
interviews, the singer has become one of the most charismatic British frontmen in recent years.<br />
The band are more than capable of backing up the talk with the tunes live and on record, looking set to<br />
truly be in it for the long haul. Recently described as “the UK's most criminally underrated rock band” by<br />
the NME, the praise sent their way and the lengthy tour look extremely likely to overturn that opinion.<br />
East Village Arts Club / 6th <strong>November</strong><br />
ROBYN HITCHCOCK<br />
A rare and extremely welcome<br />
visit to Liverpool sees cult<br />
musician ROBYN HITCHCOCK head<br />
to The Kazimier in early <strong>November</strong><br />
in support of Love From London,<br />
released to considerable plaudits back in March. Founder of neo psychedelic late 70s crew The<br />
Soft Boys, Hitchcock has become a revered solo artist over the past three decades, notching<br />
up collaborations with members of R.E.M. and XTC along the way.<br />
The Kazimier / 3rd <strong>November</strong><br />
JOAN OF ARC<br />
US math rock ensemble JOAN<br />
OF ARC cross the Atlantic to visit<br />
Merseyside again this month.<br />
Fronted by US indie rock legend Tim<br />
Kinsella, who has logged time in Cap’n<br />
Jazz and Owls, the prolific Chicagoans are circling the globe plugging this year’s Testimonium<br />
Songs LP. An influence on scores of math rock groups since their mid-nineties formation, come<br />
see some of the original innovators up close.<br />
The Kazimier / 15th <strong>November</strong><br />
Continuing a bewildering run of<br />
top-notch gigs, GOLD PANDA plays<br />
GOLD PANDA<br />
EVAC towards the end of <strong>November</strong>.<br />
Carving his own distinctive niche<br />
of electronica/minimal techno the<br />
mysterious figure has issued two highly acclaimed inspired LPs. This year’s Half Of Where You<br />
Live continued the praise sent his way with 2010’s Mercury Prize-nominated Lucky Shiner, with<br />
a world tour spreading word of the Berlin-based producer.<br />
East Village Arts Club / 23rd <strong>November</strong><br />
The Charlatans<br />
Rescheduled from August Bank Holiday following the tragic death of drummer Jon Brookes, evergreen<br />
indie act THE CHARLATANS headline St. George’s Hall in early <strong>November</strong>. Held as part of the Liverpool<br />
International Music Festival, this gig, along with a recent Albert Hall date, both serves as a tribute to the<br />
sticksman who co-founded the band alongside bassist Martin Blunt in 1988.<br />
Featuring 14 bands spread across two stages, the Great Hall and the smaller Concert Room are<br />
both pressed into service at the iconic venue, with music running in the venerable surroundings<br />
from 6pm til 1.30am.<br />
The Great Hall sees the headliners backed by the TEA STREET BAND, the Balearic dancefloor alchemists<br />
appearing immediately before Tim Burgess and co. Wirral quintet BY THE SEA also feature, the five-piece<br />
taking time out from crafting their highly anticipated second LP (expected early next year), with Ellesmere<br />
Port guitar slingers THE FALLOWS completing the bill.<br />
The Concert Room - hosted by Cooking Soup - meanwhile is headed by POLICE SQUAD, a band who<br />
have become firm fixtures on the city’s gig circuit, along with sets from DEADBEAT ECHOES, REGENCY, THE<br />
BIBELOTS, and, fresh from their appearance at Liverpool International Festival of Psychedelia, PSYENCE.<br />
The second room will see further sets from bands drawn from across the North West, including WELCOME<br />
PARIAH, VIOLET CLASS, WILSON MINDS and BARNEY SOANES.<br />
St. George’s Hall / 8th <strong>November</strong><br />
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Wet Nuns (Adam Edwards / @adamedwardsF2<br />
WET NUNS<br />
Metro Manilla Aide<br />
EVOL @ East Village Arts Club<br />
There’s a definite air of sadness in East Village<br />
Arts Club tonight. Farewell shows are curious<br />
affairs, like a funeral where the deceased does a<br />
40-minute set and everyone cheers throughout.<br />
Before the main event though, METRO MANILLA<br />
AIDE attempt to lighten the mood. The rowdy<br />
metallers go about this by de-extincting 90s<br />
funk metal and parading about with it dressed<br />
as an erotic pantomime dame. The front rows<br />
are very excited but most are just perplexed.<br />
Two short months ago, WET NUNS played an<br />
electrifying set at FestEvol. Their debut album<br />
was about to be released, the two Sheffield<br />
lads exchanged banter and the sun was shining<br />
on their Kazimier Garden stage. Tonight, it’s<br />
dark October, the band have re-titled their<br />
‘Self-congratulatory Debut Album Tour’ to ‘The<br />
Farewell Tour’, and the two members can barely<br />
look at each other.<br />
But there is a debut album and thank the<br />
lord they stuck together long enough to commit<br />
something to vinyl. Tonight should be about<br />
celebrating their life and achievements and not<br />
mourning our loss.<br />
Guitarist Rob Graham launches into the<br />
rollicking riff of No Death and, as vocals are<br />
shared between the duo, all seems right. It<br />
could be three years ago. A collective decision<br />
is made among the typically diverse crowd to<br />
just enjoy the gig for what it is: a great band<br />
performing their incendiary debut album. As<br />
Graham addresses the crowd, one heart-broken<br />
devotee shouts “Don’t split up!” With that, the<br />
axeman’s head goes down and he launches into<br />
Don’t Wanna See Your Face No More. Poignant?<br />
The band go about giving their superlative<br />
Queens-of-the-Stone-Age-via-Black-Keys<br />
rock<br />
the airing it deserves, the crowd mosh, letting<br />
memories flood back from the Nuns’ enumerable<br />
visits to the city, and the most committed shout<br />
back every pained throat-ripping lyric. At the end<br />
of the set, the stage is bathed red and only the<br />
feedback from Hanging remains. There’s relief<br />
when the band return to the stage for a twosong<br />
encore. Drummer Alexis Gott expresses<br />
his love for Liverpool as a great place to come<br />
and play. It’s become their adopted home and<br />
our gig-going community has welcomed a band<br />
of such quality, humour and commitment with<br />
open arms. The classic Throttle is a fitting end to<br />
a gig worthy of legends. Both members crowdsurf<br />
and are lifted tentatively close to each other.<br />
There are smiles on faces and lumps in throats.<br />
It’s these moments we must remember and<br />
the album we must treasure. Bands like Wet<br />
Nuns burn bright and their light will illuminate<br />
eternity. And I’m certain they will want to be<br />
remembered with such earnest hyperbole.<br />
Sam Turner / @samturner1984<br />
SUPERFOOD<br />
I Love Live Events @ Korova<br />
“We’re gonna get really pissed after this,”<br />
SUPERFOOD frontman Dom Ganderton declares<br />
to what appears to be around 50 of his closest,<br />
already drink-swilling buddies in the basement<br />
of Liverpool’s newest shoebox venue. We’re at<br />
Korova, on Wood Street, and everyone’s here<br />
to have their ears obliterated and drink cheap<br />
beer until they can’t remember what year it is.<br />
At the rear of the basement, the band’s friends<br />
flog homemade T-shirts packaged in aluminium<br />
foil take-away containers. In the foreground,<br />
there’s no fucking around: Ganderton wills his<br />
devotees forward towards the stamp’s worth of<br />
space available in his immediate vicinity to spit<br />
bile in their faces.<br />
This is the world according to Superfood:<br />
Ryan Malcolm (Vocals/Guitar), Emily Baker (Bass)<br />
and Carl Griffen (Drums) assist Ganderton in<br />
reflecting the early twenties mirth of a wider<br />
disenfranchised youth who’d pawn their sixthhand<br />
Ford Fiesta for an old boot full of tepid<br />
cider and a shoddy hand-job beneath the park<br />
slide. They’re Birmingham’s latest 90s-indebted<br />
buzz band: young, apathetic and well drilled in<br />
channelling Damon Albarnian catchy choruses<br />
and Fungus Amongus-era Incubus funk guitar<br />
lines. Which, as it happens, is a totally cool<br />
combination. Tonight, they play all of the fistful<br />
of early demos they’ve made available online<br />
since their formation in the latter stages of 2012,<br />
along with recently dropped track Bubbles, for<br />
a set that doesn’t so much ebb and flow as<br />
screech and grind like the sporadic tantrums<br />
of a teenage adolescent. For the most part,<br />
Ganderton is noticeably drunk, out of sync with<br />
the rest of his band and thrusting his snake<br />
hips to Jarvis Cocker-like effect. Meanwhile,<br />
Malcolm and Barker are cast as Weezer lovin’, 24<br />
Hour Party People aficionados who presumably<br />
bumped into each other at a sixth-form social<br />
and bonded over a mutual adoration of Pinkerton<br />
and ecstasy. As a collective though, they’re as<br />
tight as the snare drum Griffen pummels with<br />
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the efficiency of a supercharged BMW.<br />
Peace-advocated early demo TV is a sardonic,<br />
grunge-inflected twist on Britpop circa Leisure era<br />
Blur that’s drenched in lament so bittersweet it’ll<br />
make your teeth rot, while set-closer Superfood<br />
sees a snot-nosed Ganderton poised on his tiptoes<br />
and scoffing at the trappings of modern life<br />
with a semi-stoned enlightenment. “We resent<br />
all this B-town stigmatisation and journalistic<br />
smoke blowing; we want bands to be judged<br />
on their individual merit,” one of the four-piece’s<br />
travelling entourage tells us during a post-set<br />
Tour De France of overzealous high fives and<br />
triumphant air punches. Which leads us to the<br />
question: does the apple actually fall far from<br />
the tree? The answer: they probably couldn’t<br />
give a toss about that sort of thing anyway.<br />
Joshua Nevett / @JoshuaNevett<br />
THE HERITAGE ORCHESTRA<br />
& SCANNER<br />
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Joy Division Reworked @ Liverpool Philharmonic<br />
As a low drone bleeds into the auditorium<br />
and the light show takes its initial shape, the<br />
silhouette of the conductor of THE HERITAGE<br />
ORCHESTRA is drawn in front of us with the<br />
eeriness of a Crosby beach iron man. There is<br />
stillness in the auditorium laced with a palpable<br />
tension and, when the drums kick in, the energy<br />
releases as expected – yet we know that it’s<br />
merely the calm before the storm.<br />
As the opening track, Transmission sets a<br />
precedent for the evening: this is Joy Division<br />
like you’ve never heard before. The references<br />
to the original tracks are subtle yet inextricably<br />
connected. The reworking of Transmission<br />
is layered with cinematic sweeps, certainly<br />
hypnotic but with an infiltrating urgency that<br />
works its way into an attack on the senses. The<br />
drums, having the driest sound, sit forward in<br />
the mix, while the huge wall-of-sound created<br />
by the electric synths fills the back end of the<br />
sound, allowing the individual musicians to<br />
bridge the gaps.<br />
She’s Lost Control begins in a recognisable<br />
manner, but the rework is inspired; mournful<br />
strings introduce facets of the original and we<br />
know at once that this is not a happy tale. As<br />
the layers build, there’s almost a desperation to<br />
the song; its meaning is transported to another<br />
playing field. The running man accompanying<br />
imagery perfectly illustrates both the protagonist<br />
and the narrator trying to gain control.<br />
The theatre of both elements of the<br />
performance succeeds in taking us into a different<br />
world. Over the intertwining guitars in Isolation,<br />
I hear one audience member whispering that it’s<br />
like we’re being allowed into Curtis’ head, that<br />
the reworkings are designed to give a greater<br />
insight into the songwriter’s mental processes.<br />
During Digital, as we begin to become<br />
accustomed to the beautifully melodic<br />
staccato synth version of the guitar riff and<br />
the human anatomy imagery snaking on the<br />
gauze, the hypnosis is broken by unexpected<br />
punching, distorted references back to the<br />
original, marking the moment with dynamic<br />
flashes of light, and we see the string players<br />
dancing in the climaxes. It is as though what<br />
we are watching is not really there but rather<br />
is artificially constructed with building blocks<br />
of visual and aural movement. Undoubtedly a<br />
product of my generation, it seems to me to be a<br />
similar feeling to when looking at the Liverpool<br />
Anglican Cathedral in certain lights on certain<br />
days; my first thought is, “what incredible CGI.”<br />
Love Will Tear Us Apart is a contrasting finale.<br />
Naked vocals are presented to us, the most<br />
unchanged element of the Joy Division repertoire<br />
we’ve heard all night, and lush strings flow<br />
through the chord progression. It comes as a bit<br />
of an anti-climax though, and the reimagining<br />
of this iconic song, whilst being undeniably<br />
beautiful, comes across as perhaps a little Disney<br />
in contrast to the preceding performance. It is,<br />
however, a minute disappointment at the end<br />
of what was otherwise a truly stirring evening<br />
of music.<br />
Jessie Main / @JessieMainMusic<br />
FIESTA BOMBARDA<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Never fully satisfied, Liverpool’s craziest<br />
carnival is kicking it up a notch once again,<br />
opening up all of The Kazimier for tonight’s<br />
revelling. With two stages, along with live DJs,<br />
circus performers and street food thrown into<br />
the mix, the result is a metropolis of madness,<br />
oozing with excitement.<br />
However, it’s a subdued start from acoustic<br />
acts TIZ MCNAMARA and DANIEL ROSS. Both<br />
performances are pleasant on the ear, their<br />
organic guitars and shimmering vocal melodies<br />
fitting perfectly with the rustic ambience of a<br />
late afternoon at the Kazimier Garden.<br />
Unfortunately, this does not work to the<br />
advantage of HEDDA ARONSEN. It would be<br />
easy to lose yourself in the hazy reverb of her<br />
bold dream pop, but it keeps escaping into the<br />
autumn air. What the audience cannot escape<br />
though is Aronsen’s quaint charm. More poised<br />
since her last Fiesta performance, she leads us<br />
through a much more assertive set.<br />
UKEBOX are the first act to embrace the Club<br />
stage inside. Don’t be deceived by their serious,<br />
dapper appearance, it’s hard to find anyone in the<br />
room without a smile on their face when they’re<br />
playing. Armed with a banjo, bass and a handful<br />
of ukuleles, the troupe rearrange popular hits<br />
into kooky covers, including a mash-up of The<br />
Coral’s Dreaming Of You with The Jungle Book’s<br />
I Wanna Be Like You. It’s highly comical, but<br />
genuinely charming.<br />
Outside, CHARLOTTE ASHDOWN is whipping the<br />
night into shape. She’s shy at first, but her soulful<br />
blues is full of zest, particularly on an impressive<br />
rendition of Estelle’s American Boy. Her own<br />
material is just as promising, with the warm and<br />
inviting Never Gonna Be enticing the crowd in,<br />
before hitting them with a full-on jazz swing.<br />
Back inside, PHILLY WHIZZ & AVERAGE KEITH<br />
make for quite a change of pace. The crowd<br />
seem unsure of how to approach their assault of<br />
verse, as their no-nonsense, old-school hip hop<br />
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can be tough to keep up with. Then again, there’s<br />
nothing to distract you other than DJ NIMBLE<br />
providing scratches in the corner.<br />
As darkness descends on the Fiesta, BOLSHY<br />
take to the stage. Their name fits perfectly with<br />
their boisterous ska punk, which leaves the crowd<br />
no time to rest. Thankfully, everyone is happy to<br />
embrace the band’s spirit and skank their way<br />
through the set. Singer Ivy’s relaxed vocals don’t<br />
quite match the pace, but this gives tracks such<br />
as Every Little Helps a delightful twist.<br />
The next segment of the Fiesta allows the<br />
crowd to take a breather. As MUTANT VINYL, multiinstrumentalist<br />
Edwin Pope delivers deliciously<br />
smooth dub as he layers sound after sound<br />
without losing substance. Excitable saxophones<br />
and colossal beats on tracks like Acid Honey<br />
prove highly satisfying.<br />
Meanwhile, on the Garden Stage, COFFEE &<br />
CAKES FOR FUNERALS are taking things down a<br />
notch. Formidable at first, their smooth hip hop<br />
influenced RnB flows across the crowd, carried<br />
by Joe Hazzlet’s astonishing vocals. Quiet and<br />
reserved in between, he leads the band through<br />
a calm yet immersive set.<br />
Considering the relaxed atmosphere that has<br />
preceded them, RIVER NIGER ORCHESTRA make<br />
a U-turn in pace with ease. A sight to behold,<br />
they’re even more extraordinary once they get<br />
underway; the band perform for well over an<br />
hour, providing a tenacious performance of<br />
sprightly afrobeat.<br />
Inside, BATALA are cooking up a powerful<br />
performance that shakes the Kazimier’s very<br />
foundations. Comprising a 12-piece drum<br />
ensemble, their attention to rhythm makes for<br />
an electrifying performance, which is impressive<br />
when you consider that they are relying entirely<br />
on percussion.<br />
EXTRA LOVE and THE FIRE BENEATH THE SEA<br />
then bring the Fiesta to a close. Both acts not<br />
only embody the party spirit, but transform it<br />
into a magnificent beast; Extra Love’s reggae<br />
dub is explosive, while The Fire Beneath The<br />
Sea’s euphoric hip hop is impossible to resist.<br />
Not so much a last waltz, the club is transformed<br />
into a fiery pit of energy, bursting at the seams.<br />
Tonight, Fiesta Bombarda has managed to cram<br />
in a staggering array of acts without threatening<br />
to overwhelm its attendees. Ultimately, the night<br />
is a triumphant celebration of local creativity; it<br />
won’t be able to stay away for too long.<br />
Jack Graysmark / @ZeppelinG1993<br />
DIMENSIONS FESTIVAL<br />
Fort Punta Christo, Pula, Croatia<br />
It’s 9pm on Thursday 5th September, and<br />
we’re on a beach in Croatia with hundreds of<br />
like-minded people screaming the words to Paul<br />
Woolford’s Untitled. As ELIPHINO’s set nears<br />
an end, the sun sets widescreen across the<br />
Brijuni Islands on the horizon. We’ve been out<br />
on the bright blue Adriatic earlier in the day, on<br />
board the first of many boat parties across the<br />
weekend, but now we march up the winding,<br />
dusty path that takes you from the campsite to<br />
the 19th Century Austro-Hungarian fort hidden<br />
among the thick trees on the headland beyond<br />
the beach. This is the setting for DIMENSIONS.<br />
Soon enough we are bounding excitedly past<br />
an illuminated garden that would put Gottwood<br />
to shame; first on our agenda, London’s Staunch<br />
collective hold court in Mungo’s Arena. MUSHY,<br />
HARRIMANNN and KLOSE ONE attempt to<br />
out-do each other with the kind of bass music<br />
synonymous with Loefah’s School Records and<br />
Swamp81 labels, as techno-Bez Jonny Banger<br />
pours neat spirits down the throats of whoever’s<br />
asking for it. “There’s a party in Croatia,” he chants<br />
and, luckily for us, it’s only just beginning.<br />
For the rest of the night, we’ll be in The Moat.<br />
Perhaps Dimensions’ most iconic ‘stage’, this<br />
100-metre long sunken channel creates a sonic<br />
atmosphere so intense it borders on oppressive.<br />
Here, Hessle Audio’s PANGAEA, PEARSON SOUND<br />
and BEN UFO demonstrate why they are held in<br />
such high esteem. They each play their fair share<br />
of heavy techno, in a futile attempt to prepare<br />
the crowd for an hour-long battery of industrial-<br />
strength thunder and abrasive acid synth-lines<br />
courtesy of KARENN.<br />
Friday night, and it’s one-in, one-out to catch<br />
TESSELA in the 57-capacity circular pit known<br />
as Noah’s Ballroom, so we leave to find JIMMY<br />
EDGAR firing on all cylinders outside The Fort.<br />
Following him, MACHINEDRUM’s barnstorming<br />
mix of jungle and footwork is a welcome change<br />
of pace from all the 4/4, while KRYSTAL KLEAR lives<br />
up to claims that he’s the best party DJ in the UK<br />
right now. Having gone a tad too hard on the first<br />
night, the lack of sleep catches up with us, so<br />
we drop out of the action for a while to recover,<br />
feeling it necessary to breathe easy before we put<br />
ourselves through two hours of BLAWAN in the<br />
unforgiving environment of The Moat.<br />
Having risen to prominence with the catchy,<br />
Brandy-sampling Getting Me Down, Blawan<br />
has dived headfirst into a world of nightmare-<br />
inducing, nosebleed techno. There are no Brandy<br />
samples here; everything he plays is held<br />
together by an undercurrent of menace and layer<br />
upon layer of dense, unrelenting kick drums that<br />
could stun whales, cause crops to fail and make<br />
people forget who they are. Ending with his own<br />
Scarborough Harbour, there is no end to the<br />
hyperbole with which people speak about his<br />
set as they stumble, shell-shocked back to the<br />
campsite.<br />
The majesty of MOUNT KIMBIE is not lost<br />
on the hundreds who gather to see their live<br />
show in The Clearing early on Saturday night,<br />
though the coming together of Jimmy Edgar and<br />
Machinedrum as JETS proves our highlight of the<br />
night. Delivering a highly energetic live set, a<br />
bouncing edit of Midnight Star’s Midas Touch has<br />
a collective grin beaming across the crowd, even<br />
as several people are carted off by undercover<br />
police keen to enforce a zero-tolerance policy.
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No Age (Adam Edwards / @adamedwardsF2)<br />
One of the acts we were most looking forward<br />
to seeing at Dimensions, Ellesmere Port’s<br />
very-own EVIAN CHRIST, is not on stage at the<br />
advertised time. The man who stands on stage<br />
in place of him, building walls of bone-shaking,<br />
improvised, electronic noise, is VESSEL, whose<br />
impassioned, physical performance behind the<br />
controls is soon talked about among our group<br />
as one of the highlights of the festival.<br />
Sunday night and we’re back in Mungo’s<br />
Arena to catch two of the reasons Bristol’s music<br />
scene is so talked about. First up is PEVERELIST,<br />
who plays a mixture of unconventional bass<br />
music that provides a case for the continued<br />
use of the phrase ‘post-dubstep’, steadily upping<br />
the tempo from Livity Sound records to pulsing,<br />
slow-motion techno. Pev’s collaborator KOWTON<br />
picks up where he left off; the first half of his<br />
set consists of four-to-the-floor earthshakers,<br />
the real party beginning as he moves into his<br />
second half, dropping an essential collection of<br />
UK funky, garage, dubstep and grime. Testament<br />
to his talents, his own productions steal the<br />
show – an already boisterous crowd completely<br />
losing the plot as the unmistakeable rapid-fire<br />
snares of TFB build through the mix.<br />
The sheer brilliance of the Dimensions set-up<br />
cannot be over-emphasised. Having attended,<br />
the thought of a festival in the traditional<br />
farmers’ field set-up seems terribly pedestrian by<br />
comparison. Every act has brought their A-game,<br />
and there are a number of once-in-a-lifetime<br />
moments. Detroit legends 3 CHAIRS holding<br />
court for pretty much the entire festival outside<br />
The Fort was one of them, while, as we move<br />
into the final two hours of the festival, BEN<br />
KLOCK’s polished, build-and-release masterclass<br />
is elevated to forever memorable status by the<br />
absolute downpour unleashed by nature. In The<br />
Moat, there is no escaping the rain, dramatically<br />
illuminated by the swirling, strobing lights. But it<br />
can do its worst – we’re in another Dimension.<br />
NO AGE<br />
F.O.E.S. - Soho Riots<br />
Rob Syme<br />
I Love Live Events @ Korova<br />
For a Friday night, Liverpool certainly is quiet<br />
tonight – the only folks about other than those at<br />
NO AGE seem to be wandering the streets asking<br />
for “spare tenners”, but inside Korova previous<br />
Bido Lito! feature stars SOHO RIOTS saunter on<br />
stage from the dance floor with no-one quite<br />
knowing when exactly the whole shebang is<br />
meant to start. With the recent addition of a<br />
keyboardist after the summer break, they are<br />
tighter and more confident on stage than ever.<br />
So tight in fact they manage to carve themselves<br />
further into a (perhaps immature) 00s revival;<br />
resurrecting the punk funk corpse and stripping<br />
it for all the hi-hats and angular guitar it’s worth,<br />
whilst mercifully avoiding predictable cowbell<br />
clichés (no matter how much cowbell there<br />
is, the audience demand more). This all works<br />
best on new single Sweet Spot and excellent<br />
debut Who’s Your Man?, both of which benefit<br />
massively from the shuffling dynamics and<br />
glistening keys providing the extra oomph their<br />
solid songs were previously lacking.<br />
Hairy and heavy is exactly how one would<br />
expect post-hardcore mongers F.O.E.S. to look,<br />
and damn do they live up to it. How nice it is to<br />
see folks like these (and Stateside compadres<br />
Touché Amoré) nab the form’s Fugazi-era<br />
respectability back from the fingerless gloved<br />
hands of the Criminal Damage brigade. Their<br />
melodic take on the ATDI/Drive Like Jehu schtick<br />
may lean towards to the pop end of things,<br />
but that doesn’t mean their ferocity is watered<br />
down at all – the tension on stage lends a<br />
palpable feeling that anything could happen at<br />
any minute. Basically, rock has got some of its<br />
roll back and boy is that refreshing. It’s going<br />
to take something special to top these guys<br />
tonight and the question on everyone’s lips is<br />
will No Age deliver the goods?<br />
Well, things start well with their sheer<br />
energy and singular sound carrying them. The<br />
audience’s new-found tinnitus is definitely<br />
worth the bursts of droney, clattering racket.<br />
Despite the solid sound (as in, they actually<br />
make the air feel solid), axeman Randy Randall<br />
cuts through his aural thicket with gusto. These<br />
folks have been pushing boundaries for some<br />
time in how far a power-duo can go - to some<br />
critical acclaim too - but have they pushed<br />
it too far? By the looks of the disappointingly<br />
monotonous set they may well have done<br />
– no amount of slam-dancing at the front can<br />
make up for the slow and steady exodus from<br />
the back throughout their set. And it’s not lost<br />
on the band, as Randy declares he “feels like<br />
being drunk when everyone’s watching.” And it<br />
definitely says something when BOTH support<br />
acts usurp the headline act.<br />
Laurie Cheeseman / @lauriecheeseman<br />
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CHINA RATS<br />
Go Fiasco – The Works<br />
I Love Live Events @ Korova<br />
Down in the belly of Wood Street, CHINA RATS<br />
are set to headline Korova. The venue, with its<br />
dim red lighting, tiny size and bare brick walls<br />
has a distinctly DIY vibe, and the array of leather<br />
jackets and dyed-bob haircuts on display seems<br />
fitting. As it turns out, most of these jackets<br />
belong to the bands on the bill, and (though<br />
it is still early) even the cramped surroundings<br />
can't disguise the fact that the place is almost<br />
completely empty.<br />
Undeterred by this fact, GO FIASCO provide<br />
a performance overflowing with energy and<br />
confidence. Lead guitarist Jamie Roberts is<br />
particularly animated as he fingers his way<br />
through jaunting, fragmented riffs and satisfying,<br />
angular hooks. The songs, at times, seem<br />
almost ready to fall apart but are just about held<br />
together, giving them an appealing delicacy.<br />
The set ends in a feedback-laden cacophony<br />
of noise, and the band leave the stage having<br />
demonstrated what many of us already know - a<br />
good show doesn't need a big audience.<br />
Next band, THE WORKS, display dishevelled<br />
guitar lines and are, in general, pleasantly<br />
loose. Their sound has an engaging texture<br />
and is contained well within the basement<br />
venue's walls. Though the two guitarists are<br />
moving almost constantly, the real spectacle<br />
is the bassist, who stands rooted to the spot,<br />
effortlessly and somewhat nonchalantly playing<br />
his way through slick and complex basslines. As<br />
the set progresses, however, the lead singer<br />
begins to stray into dodgy impersonations of<br />
Alex Turner, and it would not be surprising if the<br />
lyrics (which are hard to decipher) concerned<br />
Reebok Classics and drunken nights in Sheffield.<br />
Nevertheless, it has been a decent set, but as it<br />
draws to a close a moment occurs that sums up<br />
the atmosphere of the gig thus far. The band's<br />
penultimate song receives no applause from<br />
the now slowly growing crowd, and applause is<br />
a small courtesy that should be afforded to any<br />
band that gets up on the stage.<br />
After this brief but slightly demoralising<br />
gesture the mood begins to pick up, and the<br />
crowd fills out just in time for the headline<br />
act. As with their predecessors, China Rats<br />
are well suited to their surroundings, and<br />
look impeccably cool as they pick up their<br />
instruments. What follows is a raucous, joyous<br />
romp with guitars flailing and sweat flying.<br />
The audience is much enthused and a small<br />
pit even forms at the front of the stage, as the<br />
band storm their way through fast, three-chord<br />
flurries of noise. Though their punk sentiments<br />
are clear, they walk the line between snarling<br />
chants and catchy melodies; an example of the<br />
fact that pop and punk songs only ever really<br />
differ in aesthetic. As the set moves along and<br />
the songs get faster, crowd and band integrate<br />
to form one drunken, throbbing organism and,<br />
so, the balance of mutual goodwill between<br />
performer and spectator is restored. If the band<br />
carry this momentum forward, then the next<br />
stops on the tour will be in for a treat.<br />
RED SAILS<br />
This Morning Call – Lumin Bells<br />
Alastair Dunn<br />
Mellowtone @ Leaf<br />
A seamless blend of jazz, blues, soul and hip<br />
hop from DJ Richie Vegas tees up an intimate,<br />
lounge-bar atmosphere in Leaf tonight, providing<br />
a constant seam through the live acts on show.<br />
A six-piece with three guitarists, LUMIN BELLS<br />
are up first and they set the tone for the rest<br />
of the evening. Their songs are relaxed, floating<br />
and almost detached; lethargically optimistic;<br />
subdued but not melancholic. The second<br />
guitarist mirrors the chords of the rhythm guitar,<br />
Red Sails (Glyn Akroyd)<br />
but picks rather than strums, highlighting the<br />
root and treble notes, and creating a rich, layered<br />
sound that sits calmly behind Nico Hercules' soft<br />
voice. The addition of a delayed Korg synth gives<br />
the songs a fullness, but not overly so: there<br />
is still space, sonically, through which the lead<br />
guitar and drums meander.<br />
For the following performance, THIS<br />
MORNING CALL’s Ben Heyworth is supported by<br />
a second guitarist and a bassoon player. At first,<br />
due to some sound difficulties, the bassoon<br />
can barely be heard and the preliminary songs<br />
suffer greatly due to a lack of depth. It’s only<br />
towards the end of the performance that the<br />
bassoon can be deciphered, leading the songs<br />
to take on a new and interesting form. The final<br />
two tracks see Heyworth abandon his guitar<br />
and move over to his laptop, prompting the<br />
set to transform into an upbeat electro romp<br />
that is somewhat reminiscent of The Magnetic<br />
Fields. It is a surprisingly great end to a fairly<br />
disappointing set.<br />
Headliners RED SAILS are given a rapturous<br />
welcome by the local crowd, and it is clear that<br />
the majority of people have come specifically to<br />
see them. The five-piece start things off with a<br />
slow, downbeat number, and any lingering voices<br />
in the room die down. Only an acoustic guitar<br />
and a neatly complementary two-part vocal<br />
harmony are all that’s required to win this crowd<br />
over, it seems. After this, the set becomes livelier,<br />
but still maintains a certain delicacy. Red Sails'<br />
songs concern longing and heartbreak, and at<br />
times they seem almost to be crooning through<br />
their sentiments. There are moments resembling<br />
50s pop ballads, with memorable hooks that are<br />
always accentuated by blissful vocal harmonies<br />
and clever guitar work. The performance itself<br />
seems very organic, which sees both the crowd<br />
and the band captivated in equal measure. And<br />
how often can you say that?<br />
Alastair Dunn<br />
JON GOMM<br />
Clandestine<br />
Liverpool Acoustic @ Leaf<br />
The doors have only been open for half an<br />
hour and already Leaf’s organisers have taken<br />
to the mic, teasing newbies with the imminent<br />
magnificence of what the headliner’s ‘nudgenudge’<br />
fan base seem precisely aware. We’re<br />
like children within touching distance of the<br />
sweetest treat in the box. This, they say, is going<br />
to be something special – so much so that you<br />
don’t know what it is until you’ve been there,<br />
man. Whether or not the hype is needed, there’s<br />
no denying the crackle of anticipation simmering<br />
upon polite faces and in the conversations of<br />
men talking excitedly over their wives.<br />
The task of prying open the goodwill jar<br />
prematurely falls to CLANDESTINE, aka Tom Kwei,<br />
an English graduate tackling performance poetry<br />
like Heaney on a head rush: expressive, concise<br />
and very aware of the conventions with which<br />
he is playing. His lyrical tirades do not concern<br />
themselves with strict adherence to pentameter<br />
or thematic structure; nor do they abuse the<br />
potential of rhyme by busying the flow of words<br />
with isolated phrases that draw attention to<br />
the entire makeup of their predecessors. What’s<br />
most exciting is the randomness of his material<br />
– a man worshipping Godzilla in lieu of God, a<br />
girl destroyed by ambition, the utter inanity of<br />
describing sex in literary speak – all delivered<br />
with panache and charisma. Jaws drop when he<br />
tells us this is his first gig. Bravo, Tom. Hopefully,<br />
your pen will engrave heights beyond this<br />
evening.<br />
At first, JON GOMM is seen wandering<br />
through rows of chairs, greeting a large group<br />
who will cheer when there is no obvious reason<br />
to, clapping at almost every syllable, every<br />
disarmingly boyish grin their hero imparts<br />
upon his familiars. Spades of adoration explain<br />
the sold-out billing; here an artist (and, fuck it,<br />
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that term has never been more consummately<br />
applicable) can stand up and say, “You know<br />
what? I’m pretty good, and you all know it.” He<br />
doesn’t actually say that. It’s not befitting of<br />
someone with abilities showcased by these nine<br />
or ten songs to pride themselves too much on<br />
what they already can do. For, despite showing<br />
off unashamedly by taking a time out to teach<br />
us “hitting the guitar 101”, the Blackpool-bred<br />
musician is humble and gracious, concentrating<br />
on making tracks like Gloria and Waterfall reach<br />
as deeply as intended into our very bones.<br />
Gomm is excitingly adaptable but able to lock<br />
each persona with the same intensity, inspiring<br />
a saxophonist to soar across the vocabulary of<br />
her chorus pedal during Waterfall, and generally<br />
making indifference impossible to even think<br />
about as the mind swirls to giddy mush. Aside<br />
from this saxophonist’s brief appearance, there<br />
is no one else but Gomm, Gomm, Gomm, like<br />
the call of a tribe.<br />
Perhaps his greatest accomplishment is the<br />
personal touch bleeding over flights of virtuosity;<br />
letting rip on an “emergency disco cover” of Chaka<br />
Khan’s Ain’t Nobody is fun and unassuming,<br />
whilst Wukan Motorcycle takes stark dynamic<br />
turns towards its breakdown that perfectly evoke<br />
the story of a boy cycling through the Wukan<br />
uprising of 2011, collapsing from instrumental<br />
bliss to cacophonous outrage. Pot shots are taken<br />
at George Osbourne on Deep Cut, a sign that<br />
recent international sojourns have invigorated<br />
aims beyond just sounding really, really pretty.<br />
The standing ovation that bids farewell to<br />
Passionflower assures me that the cult of Gomm<br />
will never accept second best lightly.<br />
KID KARATE<br />
Novice Mathematic<br />
Joshua Potts<br />
EVOL @ The Shipping Forecast<br />
After a hasty change of venues, The Hold<br />
warms itself up to the idea of a noisy Tuesday<br />
night. As NOVICE MATHEMATIC step up to the<br />
plate to deliver, it’s hard to agree on what kind<br />
of genre these guys belong to, the closest of<br />
which is a seemingly nerdy breed of college<br />
rock which they release on audience members’<br />
unwitting ears. The band are undeniably tight<br />
and appear relatively comfortable with their<br />
style, whatever that may be. Granted, Novice<br />
Mathematic aren’t reinventing the wheel, but<br />
their showmanship and commitment to their<br />
live performance are unquestionable.<br />
KID KARATE appear a tad sobered by what<br />
has preceded them, but seem to rouse those<br />
who’d considered calling it a night as soon as<br />
guitarist and vocalist Kevin Breen introduces<br />
himself and bandmate Steven Gannon in<br />
his Dublin brogue. The drums begin and the<br />
band slip into a volcano of noise that brings<br />
everyone back into the room in one fell swoop.<br />
Proper old school dirty thrash guitar riffs meet<br />
an eruption of heavy cymbal crashes. The pair<br />
go at each track with the force of a jackhammer,<br />
summoning the voracious punk spirit of Death<br />
From Above 1979, and more recent incarnation<br />
Drenge. Kevin Breen wails the chorus of Two<br />
Times, painting a distorted picture of love and<br />
betrayal. Some tracks are filled out with backing<br />
piano sounds in an attempt to flesh out the<br />
sound, but they really needn’t bother. These two<br />
make enough noise without any pre-recorded<br />
electronic additions. Kevin Breen dominates<br />
the neck of his guitar with a deftness that<br />
leaves the spectator in no doubt of his abilities<br />
as a musician and a frontman. Ensconced<br />
safely behind the cushioning of his various<br />
toms, Gannon cracks an assaultive percussion<br />
to seemingly control his bandmate’s wild licks<br />
of guitar. They duo appear oblivious to the rapt<br />
audience before them, communicating only<br />
between themselves as they move between<br />
songs and begin to come out of their shell.<br />
Each track appears to have a distinctive<br />
narrative: themes of adultery, commitment<br />
issues, and hedonism present classic features<br />
of a lad culture hidden behind a cleverly<br />
postured alternative sound and aesthetic. Like<br />
a reworked Molly Malone song, This City echoes<br />
with nostalgia and modern folklore, and boasts<br />
a pretty funky bassline to boot. It’s clear the two<br />
bandmates are just like any mid-twenties male<br />
with a girl crisis. It’s also apparent that, hidden<br />
away in the hinterland of local Irish venues,<br />
they’ve been criminally overlooked. Say what<br />
you will about couplings and guitar music, Kid<br />
Karate are holding their own amidst the current<br />
throng and producing loud and impressive<br />
results. If they were a karate move, they’d be a<br />
roundhouse kick. To the chin.<br />
Flossie Easthope / @feasthope<br />
JAWS<br />
Run Tiger Run – VYNCE<br />
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Stepping up to bring a bit of early momentum<br />
to the evening are VYNCE, who have plenty of<br />
drive in their delivery. What their warped indie<br />
pop lacks at times, however, is direction. A drum<br />
pad offers variation in percussion, but it doesn’t<br />
really seem to fit the overall vibe, like they’re<br />
diversifying their sound simply for the sake of it.<br />
The sonic squalling of their guitars and potent<br />
vocals are intriguing at times, but Vynce are a<br />
band that need to find their own voice.<br />
Facing a similar predicament are RUN TIGER<br />
RUN. Other than Sundown, where frenetic<br />
guitars bounce around the track’s jerky rhythm,<br />
the band’s cheery indie pop soon becomes<br />
monotonous. A handful of helpers encourage<br />
them on, but Run Tiger Run fail to instil the<br />
intended energy of their tracks on the mostly<br />
passive crowd. The fruits of their labour are<br />
pleasant enough to taste, but there’s not enough<br />
yet to make you want to take another bite.
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A brisk soundcheck later and JAWS step into<br />
the limelight. Maybe it’s the stark neon glow,<br />
but as they open with an explosion of noise<br />
that fades to reveal the brooding Stay In,<br />
the band really shine. Even frontman Connor<br />
Schofield’s drawling vocals are charming.<br />
With their quirky, laid-back appearance, Jaws<br />
don’t just sound fresh from the nineties, they<br />
positively embody the nineties.<br />
What stands out about their roly-poly mix of<br />
grunge and garage rock is that each track feels<br />
like a vast, sprawling journey. Every sound<br />
present has an interesting dynamic to it: the<br />
glimmering synths of Toucan Surf<br />
are warm<br />
and enticing, while on set highlight Gold,<br />
guitars thunder over drums that thrash and roll<br />
in a wistful haze.<br />
Unfortunately, the band members seem<br />
intent on locking themselves into their own<br />
little world, with Schofield spending most of the<br />
set staring towards the side of the stage. It’s a<br />
fleeting experience, too; the band are off after<br />
only six songs, though in fairness they only have<br />
a debut EP, Milkshake, and a new single to offer.<br />
It’s a real shame, because the quality of the<br />
material Jaws have produced over the last year<br />
is fantastic. The huddle of dedicated fans who<br />
sing every word back on final track Surround<br />
You are testament to the fact that the band are<br />
on the verge of something big. After the gig,<br />
Schofield posts on Twitter that tonight was “just<br />
one of those nights”. Judging by the strength of<br />
their songs so far, you really have to hope so.<br />
Jack Graysmark / @ZeppelinG1993<br />
BRIGHT PHOEBUS REVISITED<br />
Liverpool Philharmonic<br />
The Philharmonic Hall provides a fitting<br />
environment for tonight’s performance of what<br />
has often been called folk’s own Sgt. Pepper’s,<br />
Bright Phoebus. Originally released in 1972, it is<br />
Lal and Mike Waterson’s only album of original<br />
(rather than traditional) material, and Liverpool<br />
is privileged to be on the five-date tour revisiting<br />
the music, ‘lost’ for all this time. The band<br />
features members of their family – their sister<br />
Norma, Lal’s children Marry and Oliver, Norma’s<br />
husband Martin Carthy and their daughter Eliza<br />
Carthy – and a range of guests, including Richard<br />
Hawley, Kami Thompson (daughter of Richard,<br />
who played on the album), and John Smith.<br />
On its 1972 release, Bright Phoebus had<br />
a poor reception from media and traditional<br />
folkies alike – disappointed that the Watersons,<br />
who had done so much to revive interest in folk<br />
music in this country, had seemingly abandoned<br />
the genre and produced an album consisting of,<br />
in parts, the Beatlesque (opening track Rubber<br />
Band), psychedelia (Magical Man), jazz, pop and<br />
country, not to mention the rather rockabilly<br />
Danny Rose, performed tonight by Richard<br />
Hawley. And yet, the class of 1972 seem to have<br />
overlooked some of the record’s genuinely<br />
striking moments, Lal Waterson’s haunting Fine<br />
Horseman, for example.<br />
Tonight, the songs – together with some<br />
previously unreleased material – sound vibrant<br />
and new; a melding of the traditional in Fine<br />
Horseman (sung by Marry) and The Scarecrow<br />
(the excellent John Smith), and new in the two<br />
tracks by Mike that bracket the evening: the<br />
jaunty Rubber Band and catchy Shady Lady,<br />
where the band’s stage set-up and sound feel<br />
reminiscent of The Band’s The Last Waltz. These<br />
songs speak to us not just of their past but of<br />
our present.<br />
Partway through the set, Eliza tells of how<br />
Mike used to compose words and tunes in his<br />
head whilst painting and decorating, and then<br />
“decant” them during his tea breaks. Thus, from<br />
the prosaic and mundane comes great beauty:<br />
the spark of Bright Phoebus itself was lit in this<br />
way: “Today bright Phoebus she smiled down on<br />
me for the very first time.”<br />
The album’s producer, Bill Leader, is also said<br />
to be in attendance – he must be thrilled that<br />
the songs he stipulated had to be recorded in<br />
Cecil Sharp House, the home of folk, are being<br />
‘debuted’ to a new audience (not entirely ‘new’,<br />
mind, as the bloke next to me is singing along–<br />
and he’s not the only one).<br />
We exit into the night, whistling, humming<br />
and singing, and thanking Marry et al. for<br />
reviving the (hopefully no more) neglected cult<br />
classic that is Bright Phoebus. May the dispute<br />
that has kept it from being reissued soon be<br />
resolved.<br />
Debra Williams / @wordsanddeeds1<br />
BEN UFO b2b PAUL<br />
WOOLFORD<br />
Krystal Klear<br />
Abandon Silence @ East Village Arts Club<br />
Having made themselves synonymous with<br />
the intimate crawl space below the Shipping<br />
Forecast, the all-night Four Tet set is the only<br />
show in Abandon Silence’s spiritual home this<br />
semester, as they temporarily call the Seel Street<br />
venue their home for the winter. It remains to<br />
be seen just how wise a move this has been,<br />
but when you put together line-ups such as this,<br />
there can be little to grumble about.<br />
Though most will have assumed tonight’s<br />
event would take place in the grand environs<br />
of EVAC’s Theatre, tonight’s hosts hold court in<br />
the smaller Loft. The Abandon Silence residents<br />
kick things off, followed by Dublin native and<br />
Hoya:Hoya resident, KRYSTAL KLEAR, stepping<br />
up in a fur-lined leather jacket, a brave move<br />
considering the rapidly soaring temperature<br />
inside the venue.<br />
Infectiously energetic behind the decks, his<br />
mix of house, disco and boogie is about as fun<br />
Thu 7th <strong>November</strong>, 7:30pm.<br />
SHOW OF HANDS<br />
THE ‘HAND IN HAND’ TOUR<br />
Floral Pavilion Theatre | £18.00<br />
Thu 7th <strong>November</strong>, 8:00pm.<br />
MY DARLING CLEMENTINE<br />
Floral Pavilion Blue Lounge | £15.00 (£13.00)<br />
Mon 18th <strong>November</strong>, 12:30pm.<br />
DAVID HIRST<br />
Floral Pavilion Plaza<br />
Tue 19th <strong>November</strong>, 12:30pm.<br />
S J DOWNES<br />
Floral Pavilion Plaza<br />
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Fri 15th <strong>November</strong>, 8:00pm.<br />
SHADES OF SOUL PRESENTS<br />
TONY REMY & THE STOLEN CLONES<br />
Floral Pavilion Blue Lounge | £18.50 (£16.50)<br />
Sat 16th <strong>November</strong>, 7:30pm.<br />
CAPERCAILLIE<br />
Floral Pavilion Theatre | £22.00<br />
Tue 19th <strong>November</strong>, 7:30pm.<br />
COLIN HAY<br />
Floral Pavilion Blue Lounge | £20.00<br />
Wed 20th <strong>November</strong>, 12:30pm.<br />
MIKEY KENNEY / OTTERSGEAR<br />
Floral Pavilion Plaza<br />
Thu 21st <strong>November</strong>, 8:00pm.<br />
EMILY BARKER & THE RED CLAY HALO<br />
Floral Pavilion Blue Lounge | £12.00<br />
Thu 21st <strong>November</strong>, 12:30pm.<br />
NATALIE MCCOOL<br />
Floral Pavilion Plaza<br />
Fri 22nd <strong>November</strong>, 12:30pm.<br />
DAVE OWEN<br />
Floral Pavilion Plaza<br />
Sat 23rd <strong>November</strong>, 7:30pm.<br />
IAN MCNABB PLUS SUPPORT COLD SHOULDER<br />
Floral Pavilion Blue Lounge | £16.00<br />
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Bonobo (Nata Moraru / natamoraru.com)<br />
and feel-good as a set can get. Stepping away<br />
to huge applause from the beaming crowd, he<br />
is undoubtedly the right person to get a party<br />
started, though a tough act to follow, even for<br />
BEN UFO. The Hessle Audio man is a notoriously<br />
talented selector, having made his name by<br />
DJ skills alone. Though he’s played in front of<br />
the Abandon Silence banner before, tonight<br />
he shares the decks with PAUL WOOLFORD,<br />
currently one of the most talked about men in<br />
electronic music.<br />
Woolford’s Untitled can be seen as a serious<br />
contender for the tune of <strong>2013</strong>’s scorching<br />
summer and we don’t seem too far into things<br />
before it lands. A cascade of riotous reaction<br />
spreads through the crowd: first, as that bouncing<br />
bassline rumbles into the mix; second, as those<br />
piano stabs roll in; and finally, a massive, hands<br />
in the air, high-five-for-everyone moment as that<br />
breakdown hits and everyone bellows “WHEN I<br />
CALL OUT YOUR NAME” in unison. Such a moment<br />
of euphoric hysteria is pure dance music cliché,<br />
but you can go to these sorts of events on a<br />
weekly basis and it’s still only so often you’ll<br />
experience them.<br />
Over the last hour, the pair plough deeper<br />
furrows, on occasion seeming to lose the<br />
attention of many in the crowd. The sound in The<br />
Loft doesn’t help – it’s simply not loud enough<br />
and, though the venue is busy, the atmosphere<br />
doesn’t come close to the intimacy offered by<br />
shows in The Hold. Ben UFO’s selection seems<br />
less diverse than usual, though it seems wrong<br />
to assume Woolford would have any influence<br />
on this, having just released an album like<br />
Special Request which takes in all manner of<br />
bass music influences from jungle to grime.<br />
Indeed, the Special Request remix of Tessela’s<br />
Hackney Parrot, full of amen breaks and reese<br />
bass, is a welcome change of pace from the 4/4<br />
tonight, causing pandemonium on the floor.<br />
As the clock reaches 4am, from a fog of rolling,<br />
spacey techno, the Exemen/Wookie remix of<br />
Sia’s Little Man drops out of nowhere, sending<br />
the crowd into a final frenzy, and calls for the<br />
obligatory rewind, dutifully granted by the DJ.<br />
The now trademark Abandon Silence hysteria<br />
duly sated, we’re already looking forward to the<br />
next instalment.<br />
BONOBO<br />
Dauwd<br />
Rob Syme<br />
O2 Academy<br />
Amid the thumping bass of the O2 Academy<br />
monitors, DAUWD arrives onstage and layers<br />
of electronic samples descend into distortion,<br />
adorned with atmospheric sound effects and<br />
blanketed with a heap of reverb. Bursting into<br />
the room with a huge sub bass, the kind that<br />
feels like your muscles are being shaken off your<br />
bones, the whole cornucopia just doesn’t quite<br />
fuse together. His solos are a little too weak to<br />
make an impact, or to really gel with the rest<br />
of the instrumentation, and the endings of each<br />
track don’t appear to be planned, they just seem<br />
to happen quite abruptly.<br />
The level of complexity involved in<br />
interweaving the effects samples, layered<br />
synths and bass is, however, impressive and<br />
when Dauwd’s finale comes around about 40<br />
minutes later, it must have picked up, because I<br />
feel a little like it’s been creeping into my body<br />
this whole time and now I can't not move – and<br />
I promise I haven't taken anything.<br />
When the one-man tour de force that is<br />
BONOBO arrives, the room is buzzing. On the<br />
posters it says that Bonobo himself, Simon<br />
Green, will appear with the full live band, and<br />
as the show begins, we start to get an idea of<br />
what that really means for the night ahead.<br />
And it soon becomes apparent that putting an<br />
awesome drummer on stage to play amid these<br />
multi-layered compositions is a well justified<br />
one. It enhances the electronic arrangements<br />
by providing a visually exciting display whilst<br />
continuing Green’s trend of being aurally<br />
fucking exquisite.<br />
The first track to feature live vocals from<br />
singer Szjerdene comes from the new album<br />
The North Borders. Apart from the beautiful,<br />
smooth backing, reminiscent of Massive Attack,<br />
with Szjerdene’s soft Portishead-style vocals<br />
and Green’s square lead flourishes, Towers is<br />
simply a great song, which builds to a climax<br />
with a cool confidence.<br />
Later on, after being lulled by the hypnotic<br />
rhythm of We Could Forever, Green teases the<br />
crowd, segueing into what at first appears to<br />
be a new time signature, before dropping the<br />
bass, which causes the room to erupt. Green<br />
has masterfully geared this tour towards<br />
turning what could be considered pleasant<br />
background music into a full-blown party, and<br />
he ends this one with a cheeky brass stab from<br />
the band and a blackout.<br />
Szjerdene returns for the first track off new<br />
album, First Fire and, as the studio version<br />
features Grey Reverend from Cinematic<br />
Orchestra fame, she has some big shoes to fill.<br />
And although Szjerdene keeps the feel of the<br />
track – chilled but with a certain tension – it’s not<br />
quite ‘there’ as she drags the lines out where<br />
they really need to be on beat to keep the drive<br />
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version, though she does commit the cardinal<br />
sin of whooping down the microphone. It was<br />
inevitable that El Toro would be used to show<br />
off the band’s capabilities; they take turns in<br />
producing some playful jazz-inspired solos,<br />
and when the flute is whipped out, we all lose<br />
ourselves in “I’m not prepared” euphoria. Bloody<br />
brilliant night. I bought merchandise.<br />
Jessie Main / @JessieMainMusic<br />
FESTIVAL NO. 6<br />
Portmeirion, North Wales<br />
Who'd have guessed the unknown was so<br />
close by? Overwhelmingly positive testimonies<br />
made FESTIVAL NO. 6 this summer's most<br />
anticipated festival. Upon arrival, the arena looks<br />
just like any other, but then BANG! Entering<br />
Portmeirion village is a step into a Mediterranean<br />
hallucination from 1967, all faded pinks and<br />
lookout points. The psychedelic mystery and<br />
wry humour of TV series The Prisoner runs like<br />
a seam throughout. No.6 is a dizzying mix of<br />
brilliant yet crazy ideas, as Prisoner-inspired<br />
carnival troupes collide with male voice choirs<br />
and even a fishy puppet show.<br />
First up, DUTCH UNCLES fire angular energy<br />
at a rain-sodden crowd, who take time to shake<br />
themselves loose. A few more let go with every<br />
slinky, hip-shaking beat, following singer Daniel<br />
Wallis' lead, himself borrowing heavily from the<br />
book of Jarvis. It takes balls to cover a Grace<br />
Jones song let alone end on it, but Slave To The<br />
Rhythm is infused with enough primal sexuality<br />
to get the woman herself hula-hooping.<br />
Displaying all the gusto of a man who's played<br />
these songs a thousand times, BADLY DRAWN<br />
BOY proves how good his debut album was as<br />
the irresistible melodies win through. A switch<br />
to piano for Silent Sigh elicits more emotional<br />
investment, and the show is much the better for<br />
it. TEMPLES are a fitting throwback of murderous<br />
guitar pop with a 60s swirl. These baby-Bolan’s<br />
psych influences become more defined live, but<br />
this is no head-down drone – there's rollocking<br />
momentum and catchy hooks aplenty.<br />
Everything about EVERYTHING EVERYTHING<br />
exudes comfort with their newly elevated status.<br />
Their entrance is an event, bathed in brilliant<br />
white light. The setlist includes tunes old and<br />
new with oldie Suffragette Suffragette alongside<br />
newbie Cough Cough segueing seamlessly<br />
and equally well received. For this generation<br />
of indie bands Timbaland is as important as<br />
Ian Curtis, turning the main tent into a giant<br />
dancefloor. JAGWAR MA inhabit the dance end of<br />
the dance-rock scale, but with the skills to slide<br />
up and down at will. JAMES BLAKE isn't obvious<br />
headline material but try telling the ecstatic<br />
people here, letting his quiet storm wash over<br />
them like a warm breeze. Understated charm<br />
flows through heartfelt vignettes, allowing him<br />
to easily circumnavigate technical issues before<br />
raising the tempo; Voyeur, in particular, takes the<br />
breath away.<br />
The early Saturday sun complements the<br />
freakbeat soul DJ Bernie Connor lays out from<br />
the Stone Boat. Elsewhere, MELT YOURSELF<br />
DOWN’s intoxicating brew of jazz-propelled<br />
mayhem prove to be a handy defibrillator to<br />
limbs weary from the steep walk up to the i<br />
Stage. A pumping heart rate precipitates a trip<br />
to the opposite end of the energy spectrum as<br />
Clough stage co-curator DOUG SHIPTON delivers<br />
space-age skronk cut with ambient bliss: the<br />
perfect palate cleanser for a first live sighting<br />
of OUTFIT in a year. Despite dressing like extras<br />
from Bowie and Jagger's Dancing In The Street<br />
video, Outfit impress. Andy Hunt's voice has<br />
developed into a confident, dextrous weapon,<br />
entwining with Tom Gorton (Keyboards) to bring<br />
a glassy ennui to I Want What's Best, but it's<br />
brother Nick Hunt who steals the show, sending<br />
out piercing shards of guitar that slice the chaos<br />
into weird and wonderful shapes.<br />
After wondering aloud if TRICKY’s bad-boy<br />
reputation was an albatross or an escape clause,<br />
his ‘performance’ gives an emphatic answer.<br />
When starting 20 minutes late, opening with a<br />
five-minute instrumental could be considered<br />
cavalier. Following with an elongated cover of<br />
Ace Of Spades, during which security-baiting<br />
and banging the microphone against his body<br />
replace the act of singing, can only be called<br />
wantonly disrespectful. LIANNE LA HAVAS is more<br />
worthy of my words, proven in 45 spell-binding<br />
minutes of encapsulating warmth, desire and an<br />
understanding of festival demands. She's also<br />
the first musician I've seen make a Radiohead<br />
cover truly their own, Weird Fishes fitting neatly<br />
alongside her alluring guitar pop.<br />
An evening with sonic magpies ANDY VOTEL,<br />
GRUFF RHYS and DAVID HOLMES is in order as<br />
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they add biker blues and Russian beats to a funky<br />
foreign melting pot – a great accompaniment to<br />
the visual wonders of illuminated drumming<br />
troupe SPARK and the HELIOSPHERE’s flying<br />
hypnosis. With bonhomie at fever pitch, the<br />
weather gods make a decisive intervention. Even<br />
a veteran of many wet weekends like myself<br />
offers a silent prayer those eight pegs and two<br />
sheets of vinyl last the night.<br />
The cost of those prayers is evident when<br />
waking to a decimated site, hastily vacated<br />
by scores of saturated bodies. Cancellation<br />
rumours prove unfounded as a<br />
revamped<br />
schedule resumes at 3pm. DAN CROLL<br />
personifies the post-rain optimism, breezily<br />
sharing a joke or three during a set of smileinducing<br />
melodies swelled by intelligent<br />
four-part harmonies. This boy’s heading to the<br />
top. NILE RODGERS has been there for some<br />
time, and shows no sign of leaving. CHIC show<br />
why they have been the band of the summer,<br />
taking a trip through musical history that gets<br />
everyone on their feet and keeps them there.<br />
PUBLIC SERVICE BROADCASTING have carved a<br />
niche of their own in the hinterland between<br />
Baltic Fleet and Holy Fuck, cannily eschewing<br />
the need for charisma with a dry computerised<br />
wit and samples of dashing spitfire pilots. A<br />
MANIC STREET PREACHERS show on home<br />
turf is the open goal of big festival moments.<br />
The boys from Blackwood bury this one, as<br />
a big and buoyant crowd erupt at the sound<br />
of opener Motorcycle Emptiness. Leaning<br />
heavily on This My Truth..., released 15 years<br />
ago to the day, and new album Rewind The<br />
Film, brings mixed results. With the exception<br />
of a spellbinding solo during The Everlasting,<br />
there's a collective wince when James Dean<br />
Bradfield brings out his acoustic – the signal<br />
for new material. The punk blast of You Love<br />
Us ages better than expected, and A Design For<br />
Life leaves thousands happy and hoarse.<br />
The Festival No.6 demographic may be more<br />
middle-class mature than any festival I've been<br />
to – I've never heard Waitrose discussed as many<br />
times – but the absence of drugged-up dayglo<br />
teens is actually refreshing. Massive Attack's<br />
DADDY G and Radio 1's GILLES PETERSON keep<br />
the party rolling till 3am, but the memories of<br />
this magical place will last much longer.<br />
Maurice Stewart /<br />
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FOSSIL COLLECTIVE<br />
Story Books - John Canning Yates<br />
Harvest Sun @ Leaf<br />
Two of tonight’s acts (opener JOHN CANNING<br />
YATES, and headliners FOSSIL COLLECTIVE)<br />
showcase how exactly one should treat the<br />
voice as an instrument within a performance.<br />
Former Ella Guru singer and songwriter John<br />
Canning Yates’ mellow vocals seem to take<br />
a back seat in his offering, allowing for his<br />
delicate keyboard playing to be the driving<br />
force behind his music. Yates’ voice remains<br />
extremely quiet throughout his set, even when<br />
he briefly attempts (and fails) to converse<br />
with his audience. The real emotion though is<br />
brought out by Yates’ expert control over the<br />
keyboard; the changes in volume – whether<br />
sudden or subtle – say everything that his voice<br />
can’t, and make what is, for the most part, a<br />
moving and atmospheric performance.<br />
It is the second act of the evening, STORY<br />
BOOKS, that steal the show. These five lads<br />
from Kent manage to bring their vocals and<br />
instruments together in perfect unison,<br />
creating an incredible, textured sound. Personal<br />
favourite Glory And Growth starts with gentle<br />
arpeggiated guitar chords, then introduces<br />
vocals (which sound a lot like Local Natives’)<br />
and a powerful, keyboard-driven bassline, which<br />
builds to an impassioned climax, whereupon<br />
guitarist and front man Kristofer Harris stops<br />
singing and throws himself jerkily around the<br />
stage, showing just how passionate he is.<br />
Fossil Collective use their voices in a<br />
completely different way. Whereas Yates’ voice<br />
is often barely audible, and Story Books use<br />
layers of instruments, Fossil Collective rely on<br />
their vocals to grab the audience’s attention.<br />
Unfortunately, the packed bar area means that<br />
half the crowd are noisily catching up over a<br />
pint of Amstel, making it difficult for the rest to<br />
fully engage with the live music. The situation<br />
isn’t helped by the fact that the majority of<br />
songs sound like Mumford and Sons album<br />
tracks. Having said that, their performance is<br />
also punctuated with a number of entrancing<br />
tunes, when the band’s vocal harmonies stun<br />
the room into silence; a shining example of the<br />
voice being used as the lead instrument. All of<br />
a sudden the pint of Amstel and a week’s worth<br />
of gossip become unimportant and most of<br />
the audience find themselves utterly transfixed<br />
by these angelic voices. The highlight of their<br />
set is undoubtedly Monument, with the tenor<br />
harmonies very reminiscent of Bon Iver, echoing<br />
across the space above our heads, where<br />
a hundred tiny disco balls are glimmering.<br />
Another standout track is an unreleased newie,<br />
in which David Fendeck whispers “If you go I’m<br />
coming along,” to the smooth accompaniment<br />
of a sweeping cello.<br />
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Tickets currently on<br />
sale at bidolito.co.uk<br />
The City Walls<br />
Leaf<br />
Robyn Hitchcock<br />
The Kazimier<br />
M O N E Y<br />
Blade Factory<br />
Phosphorescent<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Cinema Soloriens<br />
MelloMello<br />
Submotion<br />
Orchestra<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Julia Holter<br />
Leaf<br />
The Icarus Line<br />
The Shipping Forecast<br />
Low<br />
The Anglican Cathedral<br />
The Wicked<br />
Whispers<br />
Camp And Furnace<br />
Crystal Stilts<br />
The Shipping Forecast<br />
Dead Skeletons<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Jonathan Wilson<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Yo La Tengo<br />
East Village Arts Club<br />
Factory Floor<br />
The Kazimier<br />
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Fossil Collective (Stuart Moulding / @OohShootStu)<br />
they add biker blues and Russian beats to a funky<br />
foreign melting pot – a great accompaniment to<br />
the visual wonders of illuminated drumming<br />
troupe SPARK and the HELIOSPHERE’s flying<br />
hypnosis. With bonhomie at fever pitch, the<br />
weather gods make a decisive intervention. Even<br />
a veteran of many wet weekends like myself<br />
offers a silent prayer those eight pegs and two<br />
sheets of vinyl last the night.<br />
The cost of those prayers is evident when<br />
waking to a decimated site, hastily vacated<br />
by scores of saturated bodies. Cancellation<br />
rumours prove unfounded as a<br />
revamped<br />
schedule resumes at 3pm. DAN CROLL<br />
personifies the post-rain optimism, breezily<br />
sharing a joke or three during a set of smileinducing<br />
melodies swelled by intelligent<br />
four-part harmonies. This boy’s heading to the<br />
top. NILE RODGERS has been there for some<br />
time, and shows no sign of leaving. CHIC show<br />
why they have been the band of the summer,<br />
taking a trip through musical history that gets<br />
everyone on their feet and keeps them there.<br />
PUBLIC SERVICE BROADCASTING have carved a<br />
niche of their own in the hinterland between<br />
Baltic Fleet and Holy Fuck, cannily eschewing<br />
the need for charisma with a dry computerised<br />
wit and samples of dashing spitfire pilots. A<br />
MANIC STREET PREACHERS show on home<br />
turf is the open goal of big festival moments.<br />
The boys from Blackwood bury this one, as<br />
a big and buoyant crowd erupt at the sound<br />
of opener Motorcycle Emptiness<br />
Motorcycle Emptiness. Leaning<br />
heavily on This My Truth...<br />
This My Truth..., released 15 years<br />
ago to the day, and new album Rewind The<br />
Film, brings mixed results. With the exception<br />
of a spellbinding solo during The Everlasting<br />
The Everlasting,<br />
there's a collective wince when James Dean<br />
Bradfield brings out his acoustic – the signal<br />
for new material. The punk blast of You Love<br />
Us ages better than expected, and A Design For<br />
A Design For<br />
Life leaves thousands happy and hoarse.<br />
The Festival No.6 demographic may be more<br />
middle-class mature than any festival I've been<br />
to – I've never heard Waitrose discussed as many<br />
times – but the absence of drugged-up dayglo<br />
teens is actually refreshing. Massive Attack's<br />
DADDY G and Radio 1's GILLES PETERSON keep<br />
the party rolling till 3am, but the memories of<br />
this magical place will last much longer.<br />
Maurice Stewart /<br />
theviewfromthebooth.tumblr.com<br />
FOSSIL COLLECTIVE<br />
Story Books - John Canning Yates<br />
Harvest Sun @ Leaf<br />
Two of tonight’s acts (opener JOHN CANNING<br />
YATES, and headliners FOSSIL COLLECTIVE)<br />
showcase how exactly one should treat the<br />
voice as an instrument within a performance.<br />
Former Ella Guru singer and songwriter John<br />
Canning Yates’ mellow vocals seem to take<br />
a back seat in his offering, allowing for his<br />
delicate keyboard playing to be the driving<br />
force behind his music. Yates’ voice remains<br />
extremely quiet throughout his set, even when<br />
he briefly attempts (and fails) to converse<br />
with his audience. The real emotion though is<br />
brought out by Yates’ expert control over the<br />
keyboard; the changes in volume – whether<br />
sudden or subtle – say everything that his voice<br />
can’t, and make what is, for the most part, a<br />
moving and atmospheric performance.<br />
It is the second act of the evening, STORY<br />
BOOKS, that steal the show. These five lads<br />
from Kent manage to bring their vocals and<br />
instruments together in perfect unison,<br />
creating an incredible, textured sound. Personal<br />
favourite Glory And Growth<br />
Glory And Growth starts with gentle<br />
arpeggiated guitar chords, then introduces<br />
vocals (which sound a lot like Local Natives’)<br />
and a powerful, keyboard-driven bassline, which<br />
builds to an impassioned climax, whereupon<br />
guitarist and front man Kristofer Harris stops<br />
singing and throws himself jerkily around the<br />
stage, showing just how passionate he is.<br />
just how passionate he is.<br />
just<br />
Fossil Collective use their voices in a<br />
completely different way. Whereas Yates’ voice<br />
is often barely audible, and Story Books use<br />
layers of instruments, Fossil Collective rely on<br />
their vocals to grab the audience’s attention.<br />
Unfortunately, the packed bar area means that<br />
half the crowd are noisily catching up over a<br />
pint of Amstel, making it difficult for the rest to<br />
fully engage with the live music. The situation<br />
isn’t helped by the fact that the majority of<br />
songs sound like Mumford and Sons album<br />
tracks. Having said that, their performance is<br />
also punctuated with a number of entrancing<br />
tunes, when the band’s vocal harmonies stun<br />
the room into silence; a shining example of the<br />
voice being used as the lead instrument. All of<br />
a sudden the pint of Amstel and a week’s worth<br />
of gossip become unimportant and most of<br />
the audience find themselves utterly transfixed<br />
by these angelic voices. The highlight of their<br />
set is undoubtedly Monument, with the tenor<br />
harmonies very reminiscent of Bon Iver, echoing<br />
across the space above our heads, where<br />
a hundred tiny disco balls are glimmering.<br />
Another standout track is an unreleased newie,<br />
in which David Fendeck whispers “If you go I’m<br />
coming along,” to the smooth accompaniment<br />
of a sweeping cello.<br />
Tom Fennell<br />
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The City Walls<br />
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The City Walls<br />
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Leaf<br />
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Leaf<br />
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Robyn Hitchcock<br />
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Robyn Hitchcock<br />
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Robyn Hitchcock<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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Blade Factory<br />
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Phosphorescent<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Cinema Soloriens<br />
MelloMello<br />
Submotion<br />
Orchestra<br />
The Kazimier<br />
Julia Holter<br />
Leaf<br />
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The Shipping Forecast<br />
Low<br />
The Anglican Cathedral<br />
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The Wicked<br />
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The Wicked<br />
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Whispers<br />
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Camp And Furnace<br />
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Camp And Furnace<br />
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Crystal Stilts<br />
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The Shipping Forecast<br />
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The Shipping Forecast<br />
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The Shipping Forecast<br />
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Dead Skeletons<br />
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Dead Skeletons<br />
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Dead Skeletons<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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Jonathan Wilson<br />
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Jonathan Wilson<br />
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Jonathan Wilson<br />
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Jonathan Wilson<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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Yo La Tengo<br />
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Yo La Tengo<br />
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Yo La Tengo<br />
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East Village Arts Club<br />
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East Village Arts Club<br />
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East Village Arts Club<br />
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Factory Floor<br />
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Factory Floor<br />
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Factory Floor<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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The Kazimier<br />
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16/11<br />
18/11<br />
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27/11<br />
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27/11<br />
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27/11<br />
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9/11<br />
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24/11<br />
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24/11<br />
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29/11<br />
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29/11<br />
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4/12<br />
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5/12<br />
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1/11<br />
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1/11<br />
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3/11<br />
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8/11<br />
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8/11<br />
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