For some strange reason, the Bowery has been putting up some great shows as of late. It’s either the coin-op arcade games or the cocktails luring the flies to the proverbial honey, but, yes, the soul-shaped hole that the death of Soyo Live left in us has been slowly filled by The Bowery, Great Gatsby and Bungalows and Bears, who is like the good friend that never went away but we didn’t notice was there all along. Continue reading “Gig Review : Brown Brogues (w/ Rumpus and Bad Grammar)”
Let’s get this out the way nice and early. As an adolescent, b was a classical singer that the likes of Richard and Judy fawned over. She then became a pop starlet, and allegedly went off the rails (i.e. she liked to drink alcohol from time to time, unlike, well I don’t know, most late teens?). Now at the tender age of 28, she’s dropped off the radar – or at least the radar of those who aren’t willing to tune past Radio 1 or switch over from MTV. Continue reading “Gig review – Charlotte Church @ The Leadmill”
Sitting in the Backroom of The Greystones, the words of a wiser man than I – Kurt Vonnegut – come to mind.
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC.”
The congregation of Americana has had much to ponder recently in what has been a time of reflection and soul-searching.
The previous week saw the 40th anniversary of the tragic passing of one of the genre’s prophets, Gram Parsons. Too young even to gain entry to the unenviable 27 Club, Parsons was a whirlwind, a trust-fund beneficiary who overcame the suspicions of an industry to pioneer his beloved ‘Cosmic American Music’, recording genre-defining records before that ill-fated night at The Joshua Tree Inn. Continue reading “Gig review: Johnny Dowd, The Payroll Union @ Greystones”
Busy week this one! I’m missing them all ‘cuz I’ve got my hands deep in mucky river sediment (not an euphemism).
…the thing is: I like Bungalows and Bears. I’ve said this several times to everyone and it’s my lucky place. Really. It’s the only place women have walked towards me and started a conversation. True, 75% they were extremely drunk but, hey, they were good conversations…
There’s something with the small room on the top floor of the Great Gatsby. It’s something in its layout that makes it look and feel like a speakeasy. Add a couple of burly truants, Dapper Dan-styled dandy gents and a few hustlers and it could be a temporal anomaly in Division Street (well, another one after that gateway to hell that used to be called Jack’s*.) Continue reading “Gig: The Rainy Day Club + Canyon Family + Pete David”
The Sheffield music aficionados are restless. The tickets say 7pm, they’ve loaded up on pints of Thornbridge’s finest, and they want in. The Greystones’ staff apologise: the bands aren’t ready yet. An awkward queue forms along the bar; the audience has false-started, but nevertheless will stake its individual claims to the best seats inside The Backroom. Continue reading “Review – Later…Without Jools Holland (Low Duo, David J. Roch, Pete David, See Emily Play)”
Statistically speaking, you’ve probably never been to a Friends of Batman gig. Maybe you’ve never even heard of them, given their habit of playing just one live show a year. But that one show a year – which these days is usually a Tramlines show – is a guaranteed barn-shaker… and it always includes something you’ve never seen before. Continue reading “Friends of Batman @ Tramlines 2013”
Well, Tramlines 2013 is done and dusted and I’ve reviewed it amply for La Pop Life (a top site from México) and Goldflakepaint (a top site from Bristol). For my own Shithole of a Website (TM), Sloucher, I’ll do a bit of photo caption and then go into an assessment of the bad, the good and the _____. Continue reading “Tramlines 2013 – The good, the bad and the _____”