Here lie the records that she scratched And on the sleeve I find a note attached
The Bridge Theatre, London
“I live my life in the city There’s no easy way out The day’s moving just too fast for me”
I don’t need to consult my copy of York Notes to tell the minstrels noisily belting out songs from the small platform at the centre of the slowly filling mini coliseum aren’t strictly quoting Bill S’s work. They are on hand to rile up the holiday crowd to welcome Caesar, rattle the teeth of the more well healed populous in the seats, segueing from the Burnage boys via Katie Perry, Survivor and Twisted Sister’s ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It’. We boo as we are scolded for celebrating Caesat and forgetting Pompey before the great man enters the area like, well, a baseball hatted demagogue we all know so well. Flags are waved, chanting erupts as the crowd parts – the first of many times during the performance that we will be gently and sometimes speedily shifted as the hydraulic floor of the theatre creates rooms and platforms.
It goes without saying that the main cast are absolutely splendid, the steely resolve of Michelle Fairley’s Cassius moulded like a film noir assassin » Continue Reading.
Infamy infamy they’ve all got it Infamy!
I doubt David Calder will be shouting that on Saturday night as Ben Wishaw and David Morrissey are gunning for him but I have a spare ticket for this acclaimed production at London’s Bridge Theatre. I am now attend on Friday night.
It is a promenade ticket which means you will down in the mob, at the heart of the play and as close as you want to be – promises to be a unique experience
Only 25 quid so if you would like to go then message me
What does it sound like?:
This album opens with creaking floorboards as the artist approaches and ends with the closing of a piano lid to signify a conclusion. It is something that very much is of a piece and hard to separate and pick out songs from the atmosphere that has been created. The opening Over Appointments encapsulates the mood, of the internal battles that rage inside – ‘Maybe it’s all gonna turn out alright And I know that it’s not, but I have to believe that it is’
If this sounds very morose, depressing and more than a little self absorbed – well perhaps it is but god it’s like a cathartic wave crashing over you, hitting you hard and leaving you beached and alone. I saw Julien supporting Belle & Sebastian, knowing nothing beforehand and was captivated by his lyrics and the simple fragility of her playing. For me this album is as moving and intimate as others I hold close like Eels ‘Electro Shock Blues’ where a painful naked honesty is at work.
I’m not sure how it reflects on me that I identify so much with the feelings of a 21 year old » Continue Reading.
Leicester Square Theatre, London
You often read tales of the late Robin Williams turning up at comedy clubs, going on and sucking all energy and laughs out of an audience. Well I hadn’t witnessed that first hand until last night as Brian Blessed took over Rcihard’s podcast. Many find Blessed an annoying bore – I am so not one of them.
Of course he came on and yelled “GORDON’S ALIVE!!!!”. Of course he swore more in the first 30 seconds than the whole of the Goodfellas script. Of course he told stories you had heard before but with such enthusiasm and energy it was like it were for the first time.
His tales, whether tall or true took in Picasso, General Zhukov, Paul Robeson, Peter O Toole, John Geilgud, randy gorillas, Patrick Stewart, Huw Weldon, going to Mars, Everest, nudity, all manner of bodily functions and parts. The man in in his eighties but seemed incapable of sitting still, preferring to act out his adventures. I think Richard may have got four questions asked in 90 minutes which Brian’s publicist later told him was more than anyone else so far on the book tour. He » Continue Reading.
As a bien peasant, liberal, virtue signalling, feminazi snowflake I have put together a celebration of female voices for International Women’s Day on 8th March
Theatro Technis, Camden Town, London
On a bitterly cold snowy night, down a darkened lane we knock loudly on the assigned but resolutely closed wooden door. After some scuffling a bearded figure appears and brusquely enquires “Are you here for the induction?” before we are hurried inside the Ministry Of Truth. After our names and motives are noted we assemble in the Party bar with encouragement to drink Victory gin. The times of the days executions are displayed for our information.
As you may have guessed, Angharad Ormond’s staging of George Orwell’s dystopian benchmark by which all other dystopian or fascist regimes fictional / real have been measured, endlessly parodied and lovingly plagiarised is an immersive experience. Normally these would fill me with dread as I am very much of the “look I paid to see you to the entertaining, not to be a prop” school but the more you go with the world created the more affecting and intense the experience. Those who sit at the front needn’t worry that they will be dragged up into Room 101 in some twisted pantomime but there are plenty of interactive devices deployted to make the audience » Continue Reading.
April 1984. Under constant surveillance and the watchful eye of Big Brother, Winston Smith rewrites history for The Ministry of Truth. Individuality and free thought are prohibited but Winston privately rebels against the regime and starts a secret love affair with a dark-haired girl. Can they bring down the party and can love ever conquer?
The Tower Theatre production are always excellent and this promises to be no different.
Running now until Saturday 10th March (matinees Saturday and Sunday)
Next week for IWD a great lineup of female artists and songwriters will be playing at JW3 in North London. Through original songs and covers Michele Stodart, Jane Siberry, Emily Barker, Ren Harvieu, Kathryn Williams, Karima Francis, and Raevennan Husbandes will be exploring womanhood through song.
The gig I saw at JW3 last year as a tribute to Leonard Cohen was possibly my favourite of 2017 so don’t miss this un
With The She-tles
Dull live music, dry respectful old heads and the atmosphere of a morgue
Try this for a better time – contains added Ellen
In another universe of lost recordings this already exists but in this reality for the first time Mr DFB, Dr Volume, Rigid Digit and Ganglesprocket chose their favourite music TV moments at short notice and are then forced to justify themselves.
To help with the video part of this audio only experience there is a YouTube playlist up at
So we discuss
Dusty n Martha’s Motown youthquake Lady Soul’s explosion in the unlikeliest of places The band who made it all look so much of a real good time The magnetic howling noise of Johnny and the boys Freaky dancing and glasses from local TV heaven
Not definitive, not exhaustive, simply off the top of our heads. Part 2 will follow with plenty of swearing, jumping, fury and fun.
I would like to wish Mrs Lennon a happy 85th from all at the Afterword.
Feel free to post your fave Ono cut below
Mr Tiggerlion, Steven C, NigelT and DFB (Vera, Chuck & Dave) have been storing up Beatles chat all winter, here comes the sun and it’s gonna be a double
Actually this podcast would fit nicely onto one side of a C90 if you edited out the music bits aka the glue in the sandwich but you’d be missing some groovy sounds from and surrounding ‘The Beatles’ aka The Beatles White Album from 1968.
Recreating a hippie commune in Penge we consult the Tibetan Book Of The Yeti and meditate on some far out schizzle
Were Ringo’s tins of Heinz Beans the only thing that got lost in Rishikesh? Did the Beatles start to unravel before the fractious White Album sessions? Were the clues to the dissolution of the group in their various contributions to the May 1968 demo tape at George’s gaff? Which track should have stayed in demo form according to DFB AND NO ONE ELSE.
But most importantly – what Beatles gift did Nigel T get for Christmas?
Year: 2017 Director: Joe Wright
The opening scene of this historical drama reminded me very much of that from the same era – Downfall. A young niave secretary is shown nervously into the presence of her country’s leader, without any pleasentries he starts dictating a letter. She is so nervous she makes a hash of it but persevered to become an important narrative device with which to view a historical giant. Lily James as Elizabeth Layton is a rare female presence in a world, made clear by her tour of the underground War Rooms, of men deciding the future of Western Europe.
Oldman, under a ton of rubber n glue, may not look much like Churchill in the stark daylight but in the dimly lit corridors, offices and rooms of power he moves and inhabits the man. Only when seen close up you realise it’s Oldman in there but at the dispatch box delivering those speeches or shuffling, slumped and brooding he csptures the essence of the man.
Very much told as one man against the establishment in a struggle to avoid a humiliating defeat and negotiated peace with a man whose name he cannot bring himself to utter » Continue Reading.
Year: 2017 Director: Martin McDonagh
It’s that time of year where every week seems to bring a film with Oscar buzz all over it. After seeing Three Billboards I’d be very interested to see a better performance than Frances McDormand as the desperate mother of a murdered daughter.
The trailer suggests this will be a knockabout black comedy battle of wills between McDormand and Woody Harrison’s Sherrie defamed by the titular advertising hoardings. Which kind of sells the film short which is not to say it isn’t blackly comic, that McDormand curses up a storm and has all the best putdowns. It’s just that it a far more violent, nuanced and thoughtful film than that.
It’s a film where motivation is key and the lines between good and bad are blurred and moveable. No one has the purest of intentions and there is redemption and change but it has a twisted take on morality that some may find troubling.
Sam Rockwell’s Dixon is at first glance a typical buttheaded small town bigoted coward who somehow made it through police academy. We learn perhaps why he is this way but the film doesn’t offer that as an excuse or reason » Continue Reading.
Same day, same idiots aka DFB, Dr Volume and Ganglesprocket try to examine why Mr Dog and Mr G appear to need to like everything – especially if its on a list
This is not an in depth examination of the work of Joni Mitchell because that’s for someone else its just trying to explain why we don’t really get her. Or rather all you need is one album. Or maybe not even that
Maybe you should just follow the Dr Volume prescription of just finding stuff you like and not putting yourself through the mangle desperately trying to convince yourselves to accept an artist into your life
it’s not a matter of life and death but what is?
Why have we gathered on this mountainside at this ungodly hour as the cold winds of winter whip around our ears? To talk bullshit of course.
DFB, Mr Ganglesprocket and not a real Dr Volume beat the January blues by catching up with life as we know it.
With his http://recordshopcity.co.uk/ hat on the Dr gives latest report on whether we have reached peak vinyl. We discuss the New Years Honours List, the lovely Bongo and equally saintly Marc.
We discuss pop conformity, bands who try new directions, success , failure and Scott Engel
Part 2 will feature Joni Mitchell critique and whether we really need to measure music in 12 month chunks but for now, thank you for listening
Who are your ones to watch in 2018?
Mine are –
Avian Disco – Swedish grime outfit whose members include Big Bad John & Bloodnok
Kinky John & Derek – Cornish duo making inroads on the Zummerzet indie scene
Fried Bread – a splinter group formed from the acrimonious disintegration of folk supergroup The Corn Dollies
Explosion of Tat – DJ and balloon modeller nominated for CBBC Brapp Brapp Brapp Award in memory of Rastamouse.
Thatcher’s’ Claw – mixing classical, dubstep and power pop to produce music that is impossible to hear without vomiting with joy
However unlikely that sounds let’s raise a passing glass to the wild auld fella
Bootleg Santa empties his sack and wishes you all a peaceful Festivus – cue the airing of grievances and feats of strength
(BTW these are all tip top quality – no audience crap)
Leonard Cohen – BBC London 1968 REM – Stitchcraft, Athens, Georgia 30th September 1983 The Clash – Aragon Ballroom, Chicago 14th September 1979 Mazzy Star – Studio 105, Paris 26th October 1993 The Specials – Paradiso, Amsterdam 21st January 1980 The Jesus & Mary Chain – 6 Music Festival, Glasgow 24th March 2017
Government has done me wrong, I’m mad about that. And it makes me feel like I don’t belong, I’m mad about that. It’s making life a misery, you wouldn’t have taken the liberty Government has done me wrong, I’m mad about that.
Good God, almighty There’s no denying life Would be better if I never ever had to live with you, Blue, it’s a color so cruel
* weren’t the old passports black?
Fucking hilarious stuff from YouTube – this impressionist has got Morrissey down to a t. It’s exactly the sort of thing he would do if it was still 1984, he was in any way still relevant to anyone under 40, hadn’t wilfully burnt bridges and been paranoid about the media who only react to him when he says something “shocking” when he has a record to promote.
lighten up, Morrissey
Bootleg Santa has delivered his first pressies of 2017 (which will vanish at the dawning of 2018)
David Bowie – Last Night At Earls Court – 1st July 1978 Led Zeppelin – Seattle Coliseum 1975 Tegan & Sara – Bonnaroo Festival 2017 Lorde – Glastonbury Festival 2017 Goldfrapp – Berlin 2003 Tom Petty – Hamburg 1999
Live television is the last place you should try and be spontaneous
At the time that Elvis Costello and The Attractions, in the middle of a pulverising touring schedule that made their reputation as a fearsome live band, played the cult late night comedy show on NBC it was regarded as a daring and provocative response to Monty Python. Or at least a team of the US best and brightest comedy performers – Dan Aykroyd , John Belushi, Chevy Chase, Gilder Radner, Bill Murray et al. The shows passion for presenting musical acts that might not necessarily get airtime elsewhere gained it a reputation for being cutting edge – so Elvis and the razor sharp Attraction seemed a perfect fit.
But it wasn’t supposed to happen at all.
Nearly two years before on a sleepy teatime TV show in the UK, the popular and interview shy Queen were booked to appear on the Today show. Perhaps wishing to avoid the comfy area chat with host Bill Grundy they withdrew at the 11th hour. A desperate EMI publicity department searched round for a stable-mate to replace them and found that fresh young signings, The Sex Pistols, were rehearsing across town. A » Continue Reading.