Issue 96 / February 2019
February 2019 issue of Bido Lito! magazine. Featuring: EYESORE & THE JINX, LADYTRON, LEE SCOTT, ERIC TUCKER, INTERNATIONAL TEACHERS OF POP, KYAMI, RAY MIA, YVES TUMOR, BILL RYDER-JONES and much more.
February 2019 issue of Bido Lito! magazine. Featuring: EYESORE & THE JINX, LADYTRON, LEE SCOTT, ERIC TUCKER, INTERNATIONAL TEACHERS OF POP, KYAMI, RAY MIA, YVES TUMOR, BILL RYDER-JONES and much more.
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REVIEWS<br />
“In Head we find<br />
timeless, soulful and<br />
emotive writing, with<br />
an air of classicism<br />
and few truly worthy<br />
comparisons”<br />
Michael Head And The Red Elastic Band (John Johnson / johnjohnson-photography.com)<br />
Michael Head And<br />
The Red Elastic Band<br />
Harvest Sun @ Grand Central Hall – 15/12<br />
What is it? How do we begin to explain it? Understand it?<br />
Where does it come from, this devotion, this almost slavish,<br />
rose-tinted obsession with MICHAEL HEAD? So many are<br />
seemingly held under his spell, drawn to his light almost by<br />
nature’s own demands, as though they have no choice. They’re<br />
compelled to be here.<br />
You can see it in the bars and pubs within a well-sung chorus<br />
of the doors of Grand Central Hall on this December Saturday<br />
night in Liverpool. It’s in the excited chat, the smiles and hugs of<br />
friends, the handshakes of acquaintances, the nods and the letons<br />
across the bar. Faces of the ages pulled together in a single,<br />
reverential pursuit. There’s a nervous energy on their faces.<br />
Caught in the moment. That staunch affection, founded in song<br />
and driven by loyalty. It’s so much bigger than the word ‘cult’ –<br />
often the default word of choice for commentators – could ever<br />
evoke. But then, it’s more than just a gig. More than just a band.<br />
It feels like something more. It’s in the feeling of community. Of<br />
connection and shared experience. It’s unity. It’s in the air, on<br />
the faces and in their hearts. Whichever way you describe it, its<br />
unmistakable and undeniable. One thing’s certain: it’s nothing<br />
new.<br />
No matter when you started following the career of this most<br />
treasured and widely respected artist, whether an early starter<br />
Pale Fountains fan at 80s gigs in venues like Mr Pickwicks, the<br />
heady days of Shack, or stumbling across 2017’s acclaimed and<br />
long awaited Adiós Señor Pussycat, you’ve felt it. You’ve felt that<br />
thing, been touched somehow by that magic. Maybe that’s what<br />
it is: magic. Some untouchable ethereal connection between<br />
singer, song and the listener, maybe?<br />
And the songs. For over four decades, Michael Head has<br />
brought us songs of truth. Don’t look for rage. There isn’t anger<br />
in his writing. That’s not what you’re there for. Head sings of<br />
truth. He writes tales rich in character and charm. They’re open.<br />
Raw, even. They’re honest. In Head we find timeless, soulful and<br />
emotive writing, with an air of classicism and few truly worthy<br />
comparisons. In time, these tales and the people in them have<br />
woven their way into the consciousness. We’ve grown to know<br />
Natalie and Heidi, Jimmy Price, AJ Clark, Josephine and Rumer.<br />
We know Daniella and Mr Appointment, Mrs Johnson and Sian,<br />
The Queen Of All Saints.<br />
We’ve learnt of those places. In Hocken’s Hey and Newby<br />
Street, Lavender Way and Letitia Street. The Streets Of Kenny,<br />
and Kilburn High Road. The connection is there for everyone, as it<br />
is in Grand Central Hall, as the Red Elastic Band take to the stage.<br />
Michael Head, forever humble and appreciative, but less driven<br />
by nerves and more assured these days. He is healthy, happy and<br />
wise.<br />
He’s evolved over recent years. Back where he should be,<br />
back to where he was long ago, at the beginning chapters of this<br />
ever-twisting tale.<br />
We note a small detail that tells the big story between then<br />
and now: he’s wearing a watch. For too long, time will have<br />
meant little to him. It will have served no purpose, was of no<br />
consequence whatsoever. Now, he’s been welcomed back into a<br />
world where time matters, and he’s clearly relieved to be making<br />
it matter once more.<br />
It’s an achievement worthy of huge respect, given the journey<br />
he’s taken, but he’d be the first to admit that without the support<br />
of everyone in the room, onstage and off, he maybe might never<br />
have completed it. There’s that deep connection again.<br />
And so he finds himself playing with a band that features<br />
two brothers, a father and son, a brother and sister, and a host of<br />
friends so close, so bonded through music that they have become<br />
family. Maybe that’s the magic? Family. Maybe this is one big end<br />
of year family celebration. It’s been said before. Five years since<br />
Violette Records was created as a vehicle for this renaissance,<br />
there was certainly much to celebrate. And celebrate they did.<br />
For those among our number who remember the days in the<br />
early 90s when Shack playing an eight-song set was considered<br />
a bonus, the surprise and thrill was in the fact that the Red<br />
Elastic Band and their triumphant leader bring no fewer than 21<br />
songs in their bag, plus an encore of three more. An evening of<br />
treasured moments, long to be cherished, etched into the hearts<br />
and minds of the fortunate ones who secured tickets for this sold<br />
out show.<br />
Few will remember any live renditions in past gigs of Shack’s<br />
Up Against It, or Faith from the first album, Zilch, an often unfairly<br />
overlooked collection of shimmering, earthy songs not necessarily<br />
aided by the heavy-handed polish of 1980s production. Here,<br />
Michael Head And The Red Elastic Band (John Johnson / johnjohnson-photography.com)<br />
those songs stand well, and take their rightful place alongside<br />
later wonders such as the criminally overlooked, swoonsome<br />
Somethin’ Like You, perhaps the most perfect paean to love<br />
ever written. Or the sheer spirited elevation and unbridled joy<br />
of Meant To Be, with the crowd taking on their now to-beexpected<br />
role of mass singalong on the Tijuana flavoured trumpet<br />
breaks. Similarly, Newby Street, voices and hands raised aloft<br />
in a united essence of singularity. An almost tangible sense of<br />
oneness descending over the crowd of smiling faces, the outside<br />
world and its dark uncertainty, for all too brief a moment, to be<br />
abandoned in the warmth of this blissful feeling.<br />
A cover version in the shape of My Favourite Things, from<br />
The Sound Of Music, is given extra bounce and pulse by the choir<br />
stage right. There is the touchingly tender dedication of a doting<br />
father to his daughter in the audience, the subject of The Prize.<br />
He’s got The Prize, alright. A poignant moment. The dreamy,<br />
floating waltz of Stranger, from the magnificent Waterpistol<br />
album, is all visionary psychedelics under the vast Victorian circus<br />
dome of Grand Central. A song uniquely suited to that place and<br />
that time. “There’s just one way to get it in the city”. Is right.<br />
The full family – a 15-piece band now including Nathaniel<br />
Cummings of Peach Fuzz – come together for Comedy, one of<br />
many which highlights Mick’s finely tuned sense of song, story<br />
and melody. The dynamics in the build and drops, the layers of<br />
guitars weaving in and around each other, and the chorus. That<br />
chorus. Big hearted, open and joyous, the entire crowd joining in<br />
throughout. And a confetti canon to seal the moment, the huge<br />
sound of the band repeating the refrain as confetti drifts down on<br />
us all like 50 million Rizlas.<br />
So what is it, we asked. Simply put, it’s everything. Music, joy,<br />
elation, beauty, family, friends… to everyone at every Mick Head<br />
show, it’s everything.<br />
Oscar Seaton<br />
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