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The Utopiates played the final leg of their UK tour at London’s iconic 100 Club. Fresh from the critical acclaim of their debut album ‘The Sun Also Rises’, could they cement their place in the hearts and minds of the packed London crowd.
Manchester’s Rolla kicked off their UK tour at London’s Lower Third last Wednesday to celebrate the release of their debut EP ‘Nothing Less Than Everything’.
Back in 2020, The K’s headlined This Feeling’s Big in 2020 showcase. The promise was there in abundance, but, in a world where record contracts absconded the galaxy and radio airplay is so difficult to come by (despite 4 national alternative stations), fans were left hoping maybe.
For many, the pandemic became a reason, an excuse to fold. Not The K’s. They produced the solemn ‘Valley One’ which grabbed a generation of guitar music fans by heartstrings. Five more singles later and they have a national sold tour to their names. Catch a break? Nah mate, talent plus graft every step of the way.
From the Newcastle fans’ stage left to the die-hards chanting “the K’s are on fire”, the sense of anticipation was oozing from every corner of London’s Lafayette. As anticipation gave way to reality it became obvious that The K’s are not a band of promise anymore. They’ve arrived in the hearts and minds of rock ‘n’ roll fans. Limbs and vocal chords are sacrificed alike as they blast out of the traps with ‘Picture’, ‘Got A Feeling’, ‘Relying On You’, and ‘TV’.
The set is utterly relentless as they follow with new single ‘Chancer’ and fan favourite ‘Glass Towns’. New singles on tour can be tricky, has anyone heard it yet, will it become a piss break. For bands on the up, it’s the chance for the fans to take ownership of it, and man, did they ever. The tale of a risk-taker living for the moment captured the dreams of the sold-out crowd yearning for their own escapism.
Former single ‘Hoping Maybe’ acts more as a lifeline to a crowd feverish with a desire to prove themselves to their new heroes. The singalong anthem has a hymnal quality and its boisterous congregation rejoiced in its illustrious stature.
A special night, a special tour, both sold out. The K’s are indeed on fire and the UK’s cumbersome radio stations are going to have to pay attention now. With an album on the way, it’s inevitable this will be The K’s year.
Amid the mainstage anthems at Shiiine On stood Bolton’s multi-instrumentalist icon Badly Drawn Boy on Sunday afternoon. Hangovers were rife among the large crowd which prompted the question, would this crowd go for him?
Images courtesy of Toni Underhill
The former Mercury Music Award prize winner was in an unusually talkative mood. He warmed the hearts of the main stage with stories of visiting Joe Strummer’s house and jokes about how he really should be with his mum on her 80th birthday.
There was a looseness to his introverted contemplations on stage, unrehearsed but open. A trait that seemingly doesn’t come easy to him. Gough’s shyness and free spirit became his greatest weapon during the Shiiine On set, however. The stories and set changed as the mood took him. The crowd was being let into his innermost feelings and thus, the love in the room grew to a tangible state.
Once he had let the room in, there was no turning back for the Dylan-inspired section of ‘The Shining’ and ‘A Minor Incident’. Gough dedicated the former to his brother who tragically passed away in July 2021. As his gorgeous north-west tone decreed “remember seeing your face shining my way” the room wept as one.
When he announced ‘A Minor Incident’ would follow, thousands of onlookers looked to the floor, the sky, or their pint. Anywhere but the loved ones they were with. The emotion was about to spill over. Mercifully, Gough regaled how he was tasked to write a Dylan-esque track for the suicide scene of About A Boy because they couldn’t afford the real deal. That flicker of humour steadied a room of souls who were picturing lost lives. His deep vocals go to the edge of Dylan’s drawl but vocally, he is blessed with empathy and sorrow like no other. Twenty years on, the way in which he places himself in Fiona Brewer’s position is still astonishing. During his harmonica solo, images of Toni Collette’s guilt-ridden and distressed performance flood to the fore but, the warmth in his acoustic playing and the melody embedded are so fine that they overcome.
This was not a set purely based on life’s darkest reflections though. Although performing alone, the technicolour vibrancy of ‘All Possibilities’ hope-drenched message resounded out like a beacon of light on the Somerset shores. The righteous punk of ‘Born In The UK’ took us through the seventies and the melodic splendour of ‘You Were Right’ dished out the fuzzy feelings cider no longer could on day three of a festival.
Sometimes it’s hard to love someone, not Badly Drawn Boy though. Gigs come and gigs go. Only the special ones can leave you with lifelong memories and this was one. The naturally hibernating soul of Gough was lured out for an embracing hug with like-minded souls. Post-Covid, this middle-aged crowd can see eternity for what it is, a fallacy. What he did on stage was reignite ageing souls with the purest form of themselves. The formative teen, wide-eyed, and longing to change the world for the better. Although his songs might quite be the answer, they were the soundtrack of many lives that Sunday afternoon.
Scotland’s Ecko were second on in The Inn On Green This past Saturday at Shiiine On. It was, unbeknownst to them (and us), to be the start of something truly magical.
All images courtesy of Joc Anquetil (aka A Deeper Groove)
Many bands attempt to be Oasis. You can spot them a mile off. They don’t have it. No matter how good a tune they write, they’re plastic punks. Not Ecko. They look the part, they walk the walk, and they have the tunes but crucially, their souls are forged in the working class turmoil and that led to the Burnage boys’ glory.
Destiny awaits!
The noise and confusion of those early Oasis years hissed across the tightly packed pub. The devil shimmered through their guitars, satan has found his purpose and is going to lead us to the promised land once more. A quick glance around the room observed the 4am hungover looks of bewilderment. Was this really happening?
‘Psycho Candy’ pumped with the blood of ‘Alive’ and ‘Cloudburst’ was interjected with the sumptuous stoner noodling of John Squire. It was happening!
‘Get Out’ took Keith Richards for a ramshackle jam with explosive blues of 22-20s and threatened violence throughout, ‘Teenage Trip’ throbbed with raw power and demanded academy-sized venues immediately. Then, on the latest single ‘Don’t Get Me Wrong’, they rendered all 00s bands dead as they took indie-rock to stomping new heights. People left the venue singing in Scottish accents their power was instantaneous.
The crowd was small, but, this isn’t any festival. This is Shiiine On! You’re looking at a generation who sought music out on the evening session, Peel, and at gigs. People sang to snobby record store owners in order to find the white-label demo of their favourite band that never made it. This crowd bleeds new music!
A group Real People Brummies stopped us for The Institutes (who were insatiable btw) set time, 20mins of Ecko chat later, they got it. Glancing around, Supercool Indie Night, Shiiine On management, and many from the Shiiine Thursday club are doing the same. One by one Ecko are making it before our eyes.
Sunday morning, the news filters through that Ecko are standing in for Shambolics on the Centre Stage. The potential for 1800 people was on the horizon for the band. Should be fine, wasn’t like they were dancing to 4am with their old man in Reds the night before.
As The Fannies signed off the main stage in style, the Inn on The Green loyalists filtered to the dancefloor upstairs. If was to be just us again, so be it. Their rise is only a matter of time. What happened next was astonishing.
All images courtesy of Joc Anquetil (aka A Deeper Groove)
Saturday’s crowd had all studiously revised for this exam. Their Soundcloud demos had been pillaged, words had been learned. We were going down swinging for them. Some fledgling bands can falter in this light, Ecko are not one. They grew in stature as destiny flocked to them like a gravitational pull. Swagger oozed through their shoulders. Somehow the slight 18-year-olds looked colossal now.
By the set close, that 1800 mark was virtually amassed.
They weren’t done yet!
They could have walked off into the sunset heroes. Instead, they partied until 4am with the Inn on the Green loyalists to Utah Saints. Celebratory yes, but, to rock ‘n’ roll lovers, it felt more. It’s not enough to be at the party, if you’re going to leave an impact, you need to live that party like it’s your last. Ecko knows it and did it. Shiiine On!
Derby’s Marseille made the trip down to London this Tuesday to The Slaughtered Lamb. After the buzz of their latest single ‘Freedom’, they came with hefty expectations. Could they live up to them?
Tom Spray’s cascading drums and Felix Moxey’s divine bassline on ‘Freedom’ gave them a great protected intro and a set opener for life. The whiff of something special hovered enticingly in the air and was duly met by guitarist Joe Labram.
The transition between ‘Shout It Loud’ and the next single ‘Monkey In The Middle’ awoke something not seen in the UK since Oasis, Ocean Colour Scene and The Roses ruled the airwaves. Spiralling psychedelia bore its way to the sun from the London basement. The intimate crowd looked on in utter bewilderment, did that just happen? You bet your life it did!!!
Anyone left wondering if it was a fluke was duly pummelled into submission on set closer ‘State Of Mind’. What began as an angelic homage to the C86 movement descended into rock ‘n’ roll devilment of the highest order. The kind that will see promoters look for something bigger than Knebworth.
Labram’s playing is utterly magnetic. For ten minutes he went from Squire to Bell to early Noel waving at them from on high. At recent Ride shows, Andy Bell has discovered the form of his life, Labram just rendered him redundant with his spellbinding psyche.
The scary thing about Marseille is, you feel the penny-drop moment hasn’t happened for them yet. This level of brilliance is emanating from a position of creative exploration. Their time, their sound still feels on the horizon, the beauty is, their horizon looks down upon almost everyone else ensuring greatness is coming to save us all from the grey decaying landscapes we reside in.
After the success of their debut EP ‘Not The F**king Game Show’, Nottingham’s The Chase recently played This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust gig and we were there to check them out.
Roaring out of the traps with ‘Black Cloud’, they dazzle with the devilish bluesy rock n roll of The Jim Jones Revue. The guttural guitars of 22-20s are met by frontman Tyler’s powerhouse vocals which found a place between Hugh Cornwell and the devil.
On ‘Live and Die’ and ‘I’m The Man’, they hit a groove that ignites the seaside fury of The Horrors and the escapist brutality of Spector. Whereas, on the ‘Im The Man’, Tyler nods to Fred McPhersons’ playful but compelling vocals whilst all around him is a flurry of attacks on the guitars and drums. It was BRMC vs Jim Jones Revue in a fight to the death!
Many bands can excite via raw angst. All young musicians should possess this quality. On ‘I Just Can’t Believe That We Share The Same Name’ The Chase begin to prove they can funnel the power into moments punters relish turning up for. The Ska-punk of the Specials and The Ordinary boys build a relentless stomp for all to revel in. It’s awash with wit, charisma, and the charm of The Coral’s debut; the very definition of being on the cusp of something great.
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Lock-in began their life as a band in far from serious circumstances. Fast-forward a few years, the Essex outfit now residing in London and have a string of festivals to their name. They recently supported The K’s for This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust night at Lower Third and we were there to check them out.
On record, a teenage innocence permeates their lyrics. Riddled with heartache and angst, they transport the oldest of souls back to the slumber of relationship woes. Live though, Lock-in are joyously learning to beef up their 00s revival sound.
‘I Caught Feelings’, via Ollie’s drumming builds to a raucous Milburn-esque crescendo. The lovelorn characters are built up to the fringes of rock ‘n’ roll with the shimmering guitar licks and frontman Benjy Leak’s swagger. The intro to set closer ‘Yours Sincerely’, more muscular than ever, adopts the angular mod riffs of The Rifles’ ‘She’s Got Standards’ and the punk of Good Shoes. The as yet unreleased ‘Sweet Love’ is their most bullish track to date and seemed to signify a departure from their cuter intonations.
On ‘Know The Score’ and ‘Get Over It’, they have serious weaponry to unleash on indie fans. The formers disco stomp hooked in the London crowd before frontman Benjy wielded his refreshingly ambitious stage presence. On ‘Get Over It’, something so instantaneous which allows them to dial down the bravado and thus, lets the audience feel a bigger part of their journey.
On this showing, it won’t be long they are headlining venues like this.
*image courtesy of the band
Last Wednesday, live music returned to Soho for what felt like an eternity. Just 100 yards from the site of the dear departed Astoria, Earlestown’s The K’s headlined This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust night at the new venue Lower Third.
Whilst the packed intimate crowd was deep below ground, the government was falling apart, again! Hour upon hour a new catastrophe was unfurling, culminating in the now ex-Prime Minister not voting for her own bill. That crowd needed The K’s more than ever!
In the same week ‘Up The Bracket’ turned 20, it was fitting The K’s headlined This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust gig at Lower Third in Soho. Rock music has a new great duo to call upon Ryan Breslin and Jamie Boyle. Performance-wise, they share more with Brown and Squire than Pete and Carl, the superstar on the guitar and the polemicist on vocals. Like the early days of the roses, Breslin and Boyle know when to step back and let the other shine. They exist to serve each over and it’s exhilarating to watch!
The room explodes into life again and again as they rattle through classics ‘Sarajevo’, ‘Glass Towns’, and ‘TV’. Pulling from Slade, The Courteeners, and The Rifles is a surefire way to make a name for yourselves but, their ability goes way beyond their influences. They’ve consigned the 00s to the bin in the same way the Pistols and Clash did to the 60s. Lyrically, they eclipse the last great wave of bands with Weller’s Jam era sharpness. Only Tom Clarke can stand up to them but, Boyle’s rapid-fire delivery includes so much more depth, he is surely in his rearview mirror now.
Breslin’s playing has the power of Pete Townsend and the technicolour of John Squire. It should render him untouchable and aloof yet, he has a playfulness and charm that makes him the cool kid that lifts you up to happier climates. On ‘Picture’, he takes the indie-punk of The Courteeners’ debut and blows it up to stadium-sized euphoria. Heaton Park beckons!
On ‘Valley One’ they have an iconic pin drop moment! Hardcore fans boisterously singalong to begin with but Boyle’s vocals are beset with so much emotion they step back. They’re carted back to lockdown, trapped, and alone when this song was released. It was the mood of a generation, lost, down, but defiant to come back and be heard.
Encores, frankly, are a pain in the arse at rock ‘n roll gigs. The adrenaline dissipates and often struggles to come back. However, when ‘Hometown’ was demanded by a fan on the microphone, the sense that the band are one of us was palpable. Except for the drummer who was visibly bricking it as he’d never played it live before.
Working-class grit was lit up by this gang of humble escapists. The perfect release from the myriad of doom we’re all facing!
*Image by Kristopher Tolley, courtesy of Songbird PR
September 16th 2016, The Enemy played their last London gig “for the foreseeable future” according to the band. It was a bitter pill to swallow as thousands traipsed out of the venue that night. Powerless and downtrodden, the northern line exploded into bouts of ‘This Song’. We did not go quietly into the night. It was a fuck you to XFM and 6Music who ignored ‘It’s Automatic’, a criminally underrated album. They were supposed to have ours and their backs!
That angst had not subsided upon return six years later. Back in the same venue, Coventry’s favourite sons were celebrating the 15th anniversary of their debut album ‘We’ll Live And Die In These Towns’.
So many bands pussy foot around with music between the support acts. Not The Enemy. No one understands the plight of the working classes as they did/do. Train tickets, booking fees, and 7 quid for a pint, the band get they we’re being mugged off. They play monster hits from Kasabian, Oasis, and eventually return to the stage to The Who’s teenage desolation classic ‘Baba O Riley’. Bang. For. Buck!
Many anniversary album tours are a party; a nostalgia trip to relive great memories. The combative power of album opener ‘Aggro’ brought back feelings of yesteryear, but for different reasons. Back in 2007, the band played 5 sold-out nights at The Astoria (RIP). They were electric nights, the feeling of conquering the world was palpable. The destructive playing of the band in 2022 brought those feelings flooding back. Bodies lay strewn across the padded seats, beers flew as beacons of hope, and sweat fell with joy. This wasn’t a dewy-eyed trip to a misspent youth, this is real, this was for the here and now. The feeling of surmounting the bores was tangible but, it was fresh, the Tories, corporate greed, polluting water companies, no one feels safe!
Grown men cried in the arms of their best mates and partners as top 10 hits ‘Had Enough’ and ‘Away From Here’ assaulted the senses. What, because we’re 15 years older, you think we’ve all grown up and enjoy middle management? Fuck off!
‘This Song’ was reprised by the band for the final song but, was by the crowd whenever a moment’s breath was allowed to be taken. This sold-out crowd was not letting their heroes out without them knowing how much they had been missed. As it was an album playback gig, it was peculiar to hear the classic ‘You’re Not Alone’ at the mid-point. It takes added potency in 2022 as the world falls down around ordinary people.
During the encore the volatility of ‘Gimme The Sign’ was a thing of pure beauty. The snap of the neck as Tom Clarke snarls ‘penguin’ and the colossal drumming of frayed edges of humanity. Meanwhile, ‘Saturday’ set the encore ablaze as Clarke demands we all fulfill our dreams.
What the future holds remains unclear for the band at present. As most of us lie awake thinking about bills to pay, the world needs The Enemy. There’s just too many dreams in this wasteland to leave album five behind.
*Image courtesy of Fear PR
Back in June, The Skinner Brothers opened for The Music’s all-dayer comeback at Temple Newsum in Leeds. Much like The Coral did in 2002 at Finsbury Park, they announced themselves to many as pretenders to the throne. They blew the Snuts off stage and edged The Coral and The Cribs off too. Nothing that day was stopping The Music from being triumphant though.
Fast forward to this past Thursday and they were headlining Chinnerys in Southend. With home county support from The Lucettas and hometown support from San Quentin, you’d have been forgiven for thinking the same could have happened to them.
Not a chance!
In support of their latest EP ‘Lonedom’, they played the title track and ‘Mellow’. ‘Lonedom’, ironically ignores its message and unites a crowd in a sweat-ridden singalong. Meanwhile, the guitar hooks of ‘Mellow’ resound out like Carl Barat playing lead for the Arctic Monkeys
The acclaimed ‘Soul Boy II’ album makes up the bulk of the set. ‘Culture Non-Stop’ and ‘Iconic’ see Zachary Skinner’s laconic drawl drift through the seaside air to remind everyone who the mortal ones are. Whereas on record, the band often gets into a soulful groove, here, they are harder and faster. It takes their soulful sound towards The Reytons but with far more depth.
In 2002, The Libertines launched their good ship Albion. Not many fellow bands got it. The Skinner brothers did. Their rapport, free beers, and demanding people on their shoulders (and fuck the consequences) brought rock ‘n’ roll closer to the punters for the first time in a long time.
Wigan four-piece The Facades opened up for This Feeling’s Test Transmission night at The Social last week.
They roar out of the traps with their beguiling The Coral via The Cramps single ‘That Letter’. Satanic basslines and gypsy punk riffs allow frontwoman Alaanah to slide her vocals in and out of view deftly. There is a wryness to her delivery that enables her persona to grow an enigma throughout the song which, is elevated by Evan’s carefree solo.
This dynamic continues on ‘In These Woods’ and ‘These Days’. The former has the warped universe of The Coral’s ‘Skeleton Key’ and the ska-punk immediacy of Dead 60s’ ‘Ghostface Killah’. Whereas, ‘These Days’ combines Babyshambles licks with Stevie Knicks.
There are other points in the set where the guitars and the vocals are not quite in sync. However, they’re so tantalisingly close, no rock ‘n’ roll romantic cannot fall for this band’s charms.
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Second up on This Feeling’s Test Tranmission night was Bristol’s Holy Youth Movement. They have been supporting headliners The Utopiates across the UK this past summer.
Back in the 00s, many bands tried to bridge the gap between rock ‘n’ roll and breaks. Kasabian and Radio 4 got the closest, although, if we’re honest, neither married the two to a level the scene deserved.
Step forward Holy Youth Movement!
Everything about them screams Kasabian debut, nu-school breaks, and 3am mayhem in nightclubs (remember them!). Previous singles ‘Information Is beautiful’ and ‘Tranquilizer’ explode into the ether like a Serge Pizzorno wet dream. The former is blessed with the melodic yet destructive synths of Justice vs Simian alongside the beauty and volatility of the Primals ‘XTRMNTR’. It allows their message of humanity to come together, no matter the chaos, to land instantaneously.
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‘Tranquilizer’ however, does what all post ‘West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum’ Kasabian albums have attempted and failed. It delivers a post-apocalyptic rave that throbs and thunders its way to the soul. The guttural electronica of Underground meets the spirit of BRMC ‘Whatever Happened to My Rock ‘n’ Roll’. It leaves the room feeling hollow afterward. It looked your soul in the eye, licked it, fucked it, and left whistling leaving you desperate for more.
It’s easy to see why the legendary Jagz Kooner hooked up with the band in the studio. Holy Youth Movement have tapped into the post-headliner twitching hours of Bestival and Secret Garden Party from 2005 to 2015. Crucial to the success of this live slot is their ability to enthral and show off like a rock ‘n’ band. They’re not willing to just bring rock music to dance once again. They want both to be as one and, for the most part, they nailed this aim.
Previous Utopiates gigs have seen them struggle with sound and strings. Struggle as they may have, their talent and dogged spirit always overcome. Last Wednesday, they headlined This Feeling’s Test Transmission night. It comes after a run of headline gigs and it shows. Strolling on stage, relaxed, hindered by nothing and no one, their aura says headliner forever more.
The confidence is personified by a blissed-out rendition of ‘Alpha’ as the opener. The tightly packed Social has had its pulses set alight by the anarchic holy Youth Movement and raucous garage licks of Velvet Hands. They could have been forgiven for changing their set, moving their big hitters first. Not a bit of it. They hit their casual groove and build elegantly until it’s time. Time for Josh Redding to deliver Squire psychedelia and Prince-esque majesty in the solo.
From here on in, the crowd, populated by lots of fellow bands are in total awe. Whether it’s the trippiness of ’Love Salvation’ or the Chicago-enthused ‘Devolution’, they turn heads in disbelief. On record, and especially on stage here, they mirror the greatness of Scorsese. Never rushed, they give space to the solos and Ed Godshaw’s subtle but killer keys and yet, always sound intense, like theirs a million things going on. It’s detail rather than overindulgence; personified by the brooding Depeche Mode inspired ‘Only Human’.
The window bands to reflect the audience back on stage is always a brief, and glorious time. That time passed at this gig. The Utopiates have greatness coursing through them and this was a huge stride to big stages and immorality.
*Image courtesy of Caffy St. Luce (Rocklands)
Afflecks Palace, although headlining, were dealt a tough hand by label mates Pastel. So stark was Pastels’ performance, Afflecks had to work overtime to whip the crowd back up. Hard work is what Afflecks Palace lives for though. Running the label Spirit of Spike Island, producing records, writing records, artwork, and designing merch. They must be the hardest-working band in the UK!
Images courtesy of the Adrian Lee.
What might have taken some bands half a set to recover, they did by track three ‘Spinner’. The paisley guitars were drenched in floral glory. As sweat and booze fell to the floor, souls were released into a kaleidoscope of bliss.
‘We Can Be The Avalanche’ went up a notch from the album. Pete Darling’s basslines darker and broodier alongside Pete Redshaw’s devastatingly destructive drumming took their clarion call to dizzying new heights!
In James Fender, the band has the humble icon the UK scene has sorely missed for some time. Fender looks like us, dances like us, and he is here to save us all! Proving to the world men in bucket hats are full of love and not to be avoided, he danced like it was 1988 apace with his ethereal baggy vocals. Watching him effortlessly groove across the stage to the sun-drenched ‘Pink Skies’ or explode into life on ‘Calling All Cars’ was nothing short of poetic.
With new songs ‘I’m So Glad You’re On Ecstasy’ and ‘Big Fish Small Pond’ sounding equally as dynamic, the future looks incredibly bright.
“Don't you feel alive / These are your times and our highs”
Last Saturday, as part of the record label ‘Spirit of Spike Island’ tour, Manchester’s Pastel went on second at the Islington Assembly Hall. They left all-conquering heroes!
It’s rare for a burgeoning band to leave everyone talking about the as-yet-unreleased songs of the set. However, in ‘Running On Empty’ and ‘Soho’ they did just that. Frontman Jack Yates vocals, sent from heaven, stoned, flood the senses with The Verve circa ‘The Verve’ and ‘Voyager’. Angelic with the ability to step off the power and let everything swirl around him in a t4echnicolour haze. Meanwhile, lead guitarist Joe Anderson was cementing his place as the heir to Nick McCabe’s throne. Anderson’s celestial majesty conjured a druggy vortex the like of which have not been seen since their Wigan peers’ triumphant Glastonbury return in 2008.
The latest single ‘Escape’ brought a tear to many an eye. They combine the slide guitar beauty of ‘Space and Time’ with the scenic psyche soundscapes of ‘Blue’ and the bugged-out melancholy of ‘Virtual World’. The UK scene has never lacked meaning. It’s full of great polemic. What it has missed as the industry raced to the bottom, is a band willing to shun indie’s immediacy in the hunt for success. Pastel hadn’t forgotten! They have existence and it’s theirs to share!
It was a set of so much power, one in which where you leave knowing the world just changed. Despite this, they still had moments of great brevity spliced in. ‘Blu’ pulls in the delicate immediacy of DMA’s Matthew Mason and Johnny Took’s guitars whilst still striving for their own swirling splendour.
Pastel, despite their trippy sonic, looks like a band of brothers. The gang mentality in all fronting up the stage is reminiscent of Oasis's run to glory. Looking great, all in a line, demanding everyone’s attention! Jack Yates, has that mystical Bobby Gillespie appeal and knows when to refrain and allow his band to shine brightest. A gang, a collective, they rock ‘n roll in arts purist form.
Ten years on from their last visit, Leeds’ iconic Wedding Present returned to Chinnerys in Southend. The intention: to play their indie opus ‘Seamonsters’ in full.
A curious album to take on the road; where ‘George Best’ and ‘Bizarro’ lend themselves to youthful exuberance and righteous angst,’ Seamonsters’ turned to the introspection of the 30s with mere flashes of the rage that had carried them thus far in 1991.
It’s within that spirit that the audience largely gazed. On ‘Blonde’, Sarah’s Records and Nirvana’s pop-tinged grunge enters the affray; but it is Gedge’s forlorn protagonist that the audience has come to rejoice in. No matter how old and settled we become as an audience, Gedge has the ability to transport an audience back to their naive unrequited love days. Meanwhile, the gentle psychedelia of ‘Rotterdam’ in tandem with Gedge’s ability to wrap his unique voice around melody was truly life-affirming.
There are moments (with 30 years’ hindsight, of course) where their performance sheds light on how music travelled in the direction it did back then. Opener ‘Dalliance’ walks proud with Wedding Present identity, but raises a glass to early Andy Bell guitar licks and in the closing stages, Swervedriver’s future roar lurks on the horizon. ‘Dare’ also takes from their archetypal ‘Bizzarro’ sound to the precipice of grunge and shoegaze. It may at the time have been seen as a departure from what made people fall in love with them. But in 2022, it sounds like a band that knew which way the wind was blowing and had the creative nous to propel their vision beyond their humble start.
They do, of course, dip in and out of those modest beginnings with ‘My Favourite Dress’ sounding as vital as ever and ‘Everyone Thinks He Looks Daft’ remaining one of the most fun anthems ever written.
Whilst being a night of nostalgia, the true beauty of ‘Seamonsters’ is it’s sonic of introspection and self-reflection. It gives everyone the breathing space for an hour; to ponder life, love, and loss, which, post-covid is akin to therapy.
The Wedding Present were never a force of nature but, they are a force to be reckoned with. They have an emotive power many would kill for. Long may they continue.
Rotherham’s Reytons sold-out tour came to Southend two weeks ago. Truth be told, their phenomenon had passed us by. They were just a mid-card This Feeling band with too much noughties nostalgia, right?
Wrong! Although heavily indebted to the noughties, this was not parody but, the kind of pastiche that nudges the wheel, albeit slightly, forwards. However, whenever that decade’s chief exponent, the Arctic Monkeys came into play, their visceral beauty faded. ‘Expectations of Fool’ fell by the wayside and ‘Reckless’ strayed to ‘I bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’ with a Boy Kill Boy haircut far too readily.
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Ultimately, it didn’t matter, the set was electric. Banger after banger with little or no rets between songs kept everything fizzing with punk glory.
Their venomous delivery took the best parts of 00s bands and made them feel like Spartan! ‘Harrison Lesser’ took the twanging glory of ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll Eyes’ (yes, Razorlight, they weren’t always shite) and the pop cadence Jon Windle (Little Man Tate) to aggressive new pastures. Meanwhile, ‘Mind The Gap’ took the musings of Jon McClure and Ed Cosens into a siege mentality, and ‘Sales Pitch for the Bus Ride Home’, the greatest song title in a generation, took aim at The Enemy’s penchant for sounding humongous and, thought, we can be bigger!
The key to everything on the night was credibility. It oozed from them. Independent through and through, they have risen to the cusp of big venues. The drama served up in their kitsch sink lyrics is exhilarating, people like them, like us, should always have their lives lit up in rock ‘n’ roll. The Reytons are most definitely their own beast, a headline animal to be seriously reckoned with.
This past Monday, Echo & The Bunnymen played the first of their two London dates this month starting at the Roundhouse
Being forty years into their career, the case for a self-congratulatory greatest hits tour would be more than fair. In Camden Town, the scouse legends reignited a fire we’d not seen since they supported James at Brixton Academy in 2013 and blew them off the stage.
It was more than just finding form, more than proving a point, this, this was something celestial. ‘Show of Strength’ raged a war so colossal that souls were shaking! Will Sergeant’s guitar licks from became sirens of doom to echo through eternity.
The crowd favourites kept coming, but not as we knew them. ‘Flowers’, an elegant rock ‘n’ roll number on record became a death-defying storm of Brian Jonestown Massacre via Hendrix. ‘Bring on the Dancing Horses’ shimmered in all its glory, as per. However, a sense of searching lurked, it had the feel of it was being created in the studio there on the stage. The bands made it soar, striving to find new avenues of psychedelia, and crucially, it had that youthful demand to be heard. All the while, Ian McCulloch stood resplendent in the darkness reminding everyone who the mortals are.
It culminated in the greatest performance of ‘The Cutter’ ever. The current political climate and 2two years locked away boiled over into a joyously toxic display. Vitriolic but never divisive, they rewrote book on what it is to be a great band in those four minutes.
Quite how they match this showing we don’t know. We do know we’ll be at Shepherds Bush Empire on the 22nd to find out!
*Banner image courtesy of Harvey Wah Wah
