Due to an op on a dodgy knee, I’m going to have to miss out on the above so pm me if you fancy it. £15 should cover it ..will post ticket first thing if I have any takers.
The Poster Boys podcast with Brendan Schaeffer & Sam Smith. A pair of graphic artists who do indie film posters & work for Criterion amongst others yack on about their love of graphic design & specifically about its manifestation in classic film poster work. If you can happily listen to 2 blokes wax lyrical for 2 hours on Saul Bass (& then do a part 2!) then this is the ‘cast for you. They have the knowledge & the passion & I really hope it has legs. What earbuds were made for.
If you look up “cool as fuck” in a dictionary it just has a hyperlink to Bjork & PJ Harvey at the Brits 1994
(yes, it’s an odd dictionary)
Here is Elsie Smith playing the saxophone with Lionel Hampton
What does it sound like?:
A bit Psych, a bit Synth Pop with spoken word from Maxine Peake. The story of an obsessive fan in pursuit of Johnny Rocket lead singer of The Moonlandingz (Lias Saoudi & Saul Adamczewski of Fat White Family with the ERC). Set in the fictional Valhalla Dale in South Yorkshire, a world of piss filled canals, bricks and kittens, where Thursday is always chippy tea night. The story turns dark and violent and the legacy of Thatcher and her attempted destruction of the north looms large over this valley.
Discordant and beautiful with brilliant Pop songs from The Moonlandingz it is the best of the year so far
What does it all *mean*?
The only thing worse than an obnoxious Pop star is a mad Pop fan(atic)
Goes well with…
Black Pudding, Chips, Scraps, Mild and Bitter.
Might suit people who like…
Ghostbox artists, Motorik, late 70s early 80s electronica (Cabs, Human League etc) Play Misty For Me. Gritty Northern drama. Concept Albums and Rock Operas
The GLW is unfortunately unable to accompany me to the Bridget St. John & Michael Chapman gig on Wednesday night, which has the makings of a cracker if you like their sorts of things. Hence I now have a ticket going spare.
If any local Afterworder wants to come along in her place the ticket’s yours; you’ll have to sit next to me I’m afraid, so I’ll expect you to have washed at some point during June, though I won’t expect you to share your Maltesers.
Just drop me a line and we can arrange to meet before things kick off. I’ll be getting to the venue about 8 at the latest – gig starts at 8:30 – and I may grab a pint somewhere close by beforehand.
The Fleece, Bristol
I suppose the apt word for Gaz Brookfield is troubadour. He is notorious for his relentless touring (a quick check of his website shows a mere 73 gigs lined up for the rest of the year), which has seen him build up a fanbase dedicated enough to make sure this show sold out back in January, helped by some high profile supports to the likes of Levellers and appearances at almost every festival you can think of. This is a hometown show to launch his new album, True & Fast, and unusually he is accompanied by a full band (with a star of a fiddle player). He’s a strikingly direct songwriter, whose enthusiasm and enjoyment are infectious and thrown back at him a hundred times over by this partisan crowd. The show starts with a high octane rip through new song The Diabetes Blues, a lament for the effect of said diagnosis on his drinking habits, and doesn’t let up for the next hour, until a massed singalong of his West Country Song brings the curtain down. In between we’ve had songs that are witty, angry, autobiographical and romantic. Good stuff.
Bootlegs! Once an exciting, naughty, illegal, secret world. At least they were in the seventies, when I first became aware of the existence of them. And they were just out of reach in New Zealand. There was a music mag that advertised them, from an address in Australia, but organising payment in those days between NZ and Australia was virtually impossible, especially for a green 17yr old already fighting his Dad (the only person who could make payment possible) on several other fronts.
There were of course exceptionally groovy folk in NZ who (I found out years later) had copies of The Great White Wonder etc etc.
In 1974 on a trip to the UK I went to see ver Floyd at Earls Court, As I shuffled my way to my seat I happened to look behind me and right into the eyes of an anxious looking boy with a tape machine on his knee, the desperate look in his eyes saying “please don’t tell”…
Anyway, fast forward to 2015. On my community radio show I regularly play bootleg recordings which are available all over the Internet (I’m talking about live concert recordings here, not official releases).
So my » Continue Reading.
I quite liked the Beth Jeans Houghton & the Hooves of Destiny album of a few years ago “Yours Truly, Cellophane Noise” which was as quirky as its name suggests. It seems BJH was less keen and she now appears before of us reinvented as Du Blonde (pun on double? double entendre?). The album “Welcome Back to Milk” has some slightly perturbing packaging(see my signed copy) so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Shouldn’t have worried. The show was great. The Louisiana is a small, friendly venue (upstairs in a good looking pub) – don’t think it fits more than a 120 so quite intimate. Support Lionface put on a good show and look worth watching out for. DB was really good – less confrontational than the build up suggested. Perhaps it was the presence of family in the audience – or maybe the press have overdone the angry bit. DB may actually be a bit more musically conventional than BJ&HoD – a bit rockier (more drums and guitar) maybe angrier lyrics- still strong melodies and a good voice. Short set – less than an hour including encore (Auntie Lesley joined her on » Continue Reading.
It’s Sunday morning. I’ve been awake for hours. The thought of watching a shower of duplicitous ars*warblers on The Andrew Marr Show is making me feel all queasy. So in the timeless tradition of lazy, laid-back Sundays I’m doing this instead. How’s your Sunday shaping up then?
We’ve had some wonderfully varied songs about summer. What about your favourite movies depicting the events of many people’s favourite season?
Hellish summers in the city. Idyllic summers in the countryside and on the beach.
Hot, confusing, rainy, erotic, exciting, sticky, sad, hilarious, passionate, terrifying………
There’s an enormous variety to be had. Beachside larks, bloodthirsty sharks, idyllic parks ….
Things have already been kicked off by @black-celebration with a wonderful Spike Lee clip on the Bummer Summer.
Let’s start with iconic Ms Monroe from the Seven Year Itch.
Fishing. Marriage. Divorce. 2 daughters, one fair and one fragile. Country. John Prine. Regret, love, poetry, insomnia (is that the time???). New love. Folk. Idealism. Love. My favourite song.
Hendrix on the Lulu show. We’ve all seen it. But FFS, it was the Lulu show! And listen to the noise he makes! Quite apart from the fact that other than maybe a dozen people in tbe King’s Road, no one even looked like that! Truly a being from another planet, changing everyone’s sense of what’s possible with a few bits of wood and some valves. Where are today’s game changers? (…I do hope there are some…).
I’ve now nearly finished my litre bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin, but all is not lost. I’ve got a litre of Tanqueray and plenty of tonic waiting in the wings, as it were, so things are looking up, boozewise. Especially as I prefer the Tanq to the Bomb anyway, despite the prettier bottle. Bombay Sapphire is OK, but seems lacking in something or other which Tanqueray supplies, I find.
Anybody else got anything totally trivial and inconsequential to tell us? Of course you have.
Erstwhile popstar and pal of mine, Marc Shearer, has been happily nobbing around on his guitar of late and posting bits on Soundcloud.
This one tickled my tummy earlier today. Linear Pop. An affectionate spur of the moment improvised appraisal at the down strumming indie bands prevalent but a few years ago. Think Snow Patrol and all of that eyes closed emoting nonsense.
I heard this and thought of all of you!
Have a titter on me.
Yesshows. Put together by Chris Squire and released in the aftermath of the breakup of the “Drama” lineup and often overlooked in favour of “Yessongs”, I think it stands up as a fine live album. Squire’s song selection is, for a Yes live album, quite adventurous (no Roundabout/All Good People/Trooper etc etc), it has a blistering version of ‘Gates Of Delirium’ from the 1976 tour with Moraz, and the propulsive opener ‘Parallels’ rocks, if you will forgive the colloquial, like a bastard.
Harpenden Public Halls
This was an unusual gig simply because it was in Harpenden – not exactly a mecca for seeing good music. I had no great expectations but eft with a big smile on my face – probably one of the most enjoyable gigs Ive been to in long while. If you get the chance to see her on the current tour I urge you to take it. Protest songs , love songs, funny songs, sing-a-long songs and 17th century madrigals it’s all here. Also a big shout out for her new album ‘Everything Changes’. Backed by her sons Neil and Callum Maccoll – the standard of musicianship on stage was just fabulous – Peggy is a monster banjo player and the three of them together produce that wonderful intuitive sound that family members seem to be able create when singing and playing together. Of course she did some Pete Seeger songs and a version of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (written about her by Ewan Maccoll). The Maccoll brothers did an old Liberty Horses song (remember that band – an offshoot of the Bible ?) and Neil did a lovely finger » Continue Reading.
Summer is all too short here and when it arrives there is an explosion of activities: gigs, parties, picnics etc
We live in the pleasantly sleepy suburb of Kärrtorp. Last year I was a little surprised to discover that there is an unusual annual garden party just down the road from us. One of the local residents has one of the largest collections of erotica in Scandinavia. Every year he invites fellow enthusiasts to an “erotic event” in his back garden. I’m told that anyone who feels like letting it all hang our can just turn up. Bizarre. It all sounds like a scene from a Tom Sharpe novel.
Last year about 300 eroticists turned up. Unsurprisingly, he’s not too popular with his neighbours.
My neighbour, Stig, across the road doesn’t have a library of erotica. But he has been playing in the same band, The Roosters, for over 40 years. Last night I was invited to a party where they were playing. Back in the 60s they had a few hits. Now they just play covers. But he’s a rather nifty guitar player and has an impressively gravelly voice.
Now they are all granddads and, with kids running around » Continue Reading.
Here’s an extraordinary article that anyone who’s twirled a machine head shoud read:
Which I think we forget and maybe perhaps only recognise as we age ever older. I’m not too fond of the times we live in culturally. I feel the population is being shortchanged at it’s own expense but they seem to be a pretty uninterested bunch anyway so it’s hardly surprising that they think that ‘Lady Ga-ga’ can actually sing.
I have no Idea what this song is about but this groove is one Mutter Ficker, especially when the Duane Eddy lick enters.
The ‘curse’ of the Mercury Prize is largely a myth based on Speech Debelle, Gomez and Badly Drawn Boy but nevertheless Young Fathers have made damn sure it doesn’t curse them by very quickly releasing a wonderful new record ‘White Men are Black Men Too’ which far surpasses their prize-winning debut.
On stage, they employ an additional member who starts the set alone by knocking seven bells out of a drum kit as the 3 Young Fathers file on stage. There are no other instruments other than a floor tom which gets a severe battering from Alloysious Massaquoi and a big analog synth rig which “G” Hastings occasionally turns to in order to ramp up the sonic mayhem. Young Fathers rely mainly on vocals and percussion, and they excel on both counts. It’s hard to find reference points, early TV On The Radio perhaps and certainly Massive Attack at their most brittle and urgent but otherwise they’re pretty much out on their own and boy do they know it.
Between songs there is little communication other than a perculiar habit of staring out into the audience, unsmiling…particularly ‘G’ who could challenge Terry » Continue Reading.
This is the most naked, the most honest thing I’ve heard in years. Perhaps ever. It ain’t pretty but curiously beautiful. Heartrending and somehow uplifting.
Jason Isbell – Elephant
I have been known to succumb. Usually, late on a Friday night, when the red wine is particularly good. It usually happens when the headphones are on, the playlist is on shuffle, and the hour is creeping on. Then, an acoustic guitar will grab my attention. It sounds soporific and lulls me, soothes me. Then it happens. A girl starts to sing. Or rather, a girl starts to breathe. Yes, I’ll admit it. Given the right circumstances, I am a bloody sucker for a breathy girl singer. The fragrant Gemma Hayes is my default setting, but Down Like Silver run her close. How has this not been used for an advert?
A new band featuring Waylon Jennings’ sons, and a new album at the end of the month.