Gig review: Johnny Dowd, The Payroll Union @ Greystones

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”

Review – Later…Without Jools Holland (Low Duo, David J. Roch, Pete David, See Emily Play)

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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)”

Gig review: Roaming Son + Dirdsbead + Stiv Cantarelli and the Silent Strangers

Imagine creating an object made of thousands of minuscule vibrations, all bouncing off each other and working together to make the object appear to be one complete thing. The thing is made of its component parts, but exists only as itself – remove or change any part of it and it becomes something different entirely. Now consider this. The object you’ve created is a product … Continue reading Gig review: Roaming Son + Dirdsbead + Stiv Cantarelli and the Silent Strangers

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Reel to Real

Last week I went to see Alisdair Roberts and friends in the Backroom at the Greystones pub in Sheffield. A venue with an interesting past and a lively present. This week my son is off to the Green Man festival at Crickhowell in the Brecon Beacons. We have seen Alisdair there twice – once as a very traditional Scottish folk singer on one of the small stages, and again as a bit of a rock god on the main stage. He has such a distinctive voice, and he appears to be unafraid of experimenting as a performer. The Backroom is a small space, and he was appearing with a traditional Gaelic singer and a puppet show. I had no idea what to expect. In those circumstances I should remember to expect the unexpected. Continue reading “Reel to Real”

Rachel Harrington and the Knock Outs at Greystones

When partaking of a quiet Ale at the Greystones a few weeks ago, my buddy Ray Loughlan spotted that Rachel Harrington was paying Steel City a visit. Having fallen in love with her earlier work this was one not to miss! Continue reading “Rachel Harrington and the Knock Outs at Greystones”