Category Archives: Gigs

Acid Mothers Temple, The Melting Paraiso U.F.O., Nice and Sleazy, 9th November Act # 50

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Spanner, Bill and I descend into the bowels of Sleazy’s for what is a fairly average gig from what is normally an exciting band. The very low stage means that my two comrades saw little if any of our Oriental chums’ stagecraft.

The best thing about the whole night was two young girls whom I engaged in conversation. Not for the very fetching kimonos they were wearing but for the fact that they had Peter Andre masks on the back of their heads.

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(AMT&TMPUFO never fail to have ‘interesting’ album sleeves. I remain unclear whether this one suffers from a poorly placed cloud or whether she’s levitating  using a mystery anal propellant)

Magazine, ABC, 5th November Act 49

Perhaps the best I’ve ever seen them play

The full set list was:

Definitive Gaze
Give Me Everything
Motorcade
Happening in English
The Worst of Progress….
A Song From Under the Floorboards
Philadelphia
Hello Mister Curtis ( with apologies )
Rhythm of Cruelty
Parade
Permafrost
Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)
Holy Dotage
The Light Pours Out of Me

Encore 1:
Final Analysis Waltz
Shot by Both Sides

Encore 2:
Big Dummy

TLPOOM!

Psychedelic Halloween, Mono, 31st October Acts 46-48

Long, long ago when passing JD Wilson’s, or the Trianon, the careful audient could experience the pre-karaoke generation practicing the martial art known as pub-singing.

Patrick Campbell Lyons on this form tonight, would have been a legend, if these type of venues were still plying their wares.

Looking not unlike Father Jack, and indeed talking like an escapee from ‘Ted’, when singing he managed to sound like Tom Waits attempting non-consensual intercourse with a crate of feral cats.The really sad thing about it all is that I’m not sure Patrick realises he can no longer quite ‘do the business’ and someone really ought to take him to one side and tell him. A backing band of Hidden Masters, Trembling Bells and Bangtwisters provided impressive stabs at Pentecost Hotel and Rainbow Chaser but were let downby PCL going for notes that were just never going to happen. The night however was enlivened by me being asked to join a table of ex Listen employees.

Echo and The Bunnymen, GRCH, 28th September, Act #45

It started off so well, too. Pre-theatre in Guys, Merchant City and up to the Concert Hall with The Designated Driver. Quick Guinness and ordered the Interval Refreshments before moving into the hall.

A String Sextet, all young females, play a selection of ‘pop’ tunes Craig Armstrong, Beatles, Joy Division & Paulo Nutini things. The sound is a little brittle and I struggle to hear the cellos. There’s an o/h microphone but I’m unclear if that’s the extent of the amplification or not.

Interval drinks and return to a fog filled room.

The girls are back, joined by a six strong Bunnymen crew.

First song sounds pretty ropey

Will Sergeant’s solos always sound to me as if he’s playing along with Marquee Moon. The band are all suited and booted and look the part. All apart from McCulloch who’s decided to dress as Liam Gallagher meets Ian Brown. He’s pissed, breaks down repeatedly, stumbles. It’s horrible.

It wasn’t just me either

http://extremelisteningmode.com/2011/09/29/spare-us-the-clutter-%E2%80%93-disastrous-glasgow-show-for-echo-and-the-bunnymen/

http://www.nme.com/news/echo-and-the-bunnymen/59529

http://www.glasgowmusic.co.uk/viewReview.php?blogId=186

http://thequietus.com/articles/07092-echo-and-the-bunnymen-drunk-live