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Jah Wobble & The Nippon Dub Ensemble, The Arches 22nd Jan Act # 06

Jah Wobble & The Nippon Dub Ensemble, The Arches 22nd Jan Act # 06

Ah feel facken orful tonight! A lesser person would have cancelled but I’m obviously of sterner stuff” So spake a flu ridden John Wardle as he eventually took the stage. With the pallor of a Poundstretchers candle and dressed like a slightly psychedelic Arthur Daley, Wobble then led the band through a very similar set to that witnessed at last year’s ABC2 gig. The bass is omnipresent; you feel it in your gut, the backs of your trouser legs resonate in sympathy,when you open your mouth your gullet tickles at that particular frequency. It’s awesome, the only time I’ve experienced anything like this before was Robbie Shakespeare.

How often do you go along to a gig saying to yourself “I do hope they play Cherry Blossom of My Youth and they never do? Happens to me far too often for my liking, but not tonight. The Nippon Dub Ensemble do their thing which  is, as ever, sublime. Tonight they were;
Jah Wobble – bass, vocal
Claire Rose – vocals
Clive Bell – flutes, harmonica, melodica Keiko Kitamura – koto, vocal
Emi Watanabe – flute, vocal
Kumiko Suzuki – taiko, percussion, vocal
Chris Cookson – guitar
Marc Layton-Bennet –  drums
Neville Murray – percussion
Sean Corby – trumpet, French horn
George King – Keyboard

After forty minutes or so the band slide into more of a Lovers Rock thing Althea & Donna, Augustus Pablo. Rimshots and echo galore “It’s dub, Jim, but not as we know it!”. Wobble announces the girls are going off for a rest and brings on two new players on keys and cornet. Suddenly they take a sharp left turn and with the aid of a Harmon Mute we’re off into Miles Electric Period (MEP!). I’m conscious of grinning like a Cheshire cat, as you don’t hear enough stuff like this these days. Dark Magus indeed! At the same time I’m very aware that it’s very much of it’s moment and a boot wouldn’t do it justice (p.s. I’ve since bought the album ’7’ and am correct, you had to be there!). Gig of the year so far, however!
Thirty hurts!

Thirty hurts!

Calum MacCrimmon – Man’s Ruin , The Arches, Jan 22nd, (act #05)

Calum MacCrimmon – Man’s Ruin , The Arches, Jan 22nd, (act #05)

Friday, 08 April 2011

I’m not exactly a great fan of bands exhorting their audience to clap and sing along; which is exactly the scene that confronted us when we turned up, albeit slightly late, to this one, after being locked in a car park! My heart sank as we were immediately marshalled through one of those ‘Okay,when I sing XXX then you lot sing YYY!’ My, how we both laughed and made a beeline immediately barwards!

However, as the set moved along, I slightly warmed to their very different styles. Indeed the designated driver remarked to me that the final tune was somewhat reminiscent of Uncle Meat, while I thought the preceding tune had more than just a KC ‘Islands era’ flavour about it.

Having given the thumbs up to this venue when seeing Faust last year, I was disappointed to be presented by yet another configuration of The Arches complex. Only time I’ve seen it set up in this configuration was, Tinariwen, a couple of years back. Perhaps it’s the projected attendance that decides these things. Yet again, like the earlier Fruitmarket show, there couldn’t have been more than three hundred at this show and questions arise about how much subsidy Celtic Connections accrues and spends.It just don’t add up!

A strange and intriguing collection of instruments were paraded by this sextet, Two flutes, acoustic and electric guitars, bouzouki, bagipes, bass (six string no less) and drums. I wasn’t completely convinced by the frontman Calum though. with a forehead that could have stepped straight out of a TEFAL TV commercial, he came on like a Martyn Bennett Wannabee, as far as I could determine; desperate to change instrument(s) at least once per tune. What the cognoscenti in them here parts call “a tosser”.

He must have missed the soundcheck and assumed the following act was Krautrock as his parting shot was ‘can’t wait to see Yah Wobble’
Calum Gilhooley MacCrimmon.

Calum Gilhooley MacCrimmon.

Justin Currie, ABC1 January 21st (act #04)

I started tonight off in The Station Bar with Big Chris and his Wee Bro, Nick, then hurtled West to the ABC to liaise with the Designated Driver.

Justin and I go way back, almost thirty years back, to when I actually went along to Café Warzika, four Mondays on the trot, in order to qualify for a free Del Amitri single. In those days they, Del Amitri that is, used to ‘come on stage’ to a tape of ‘I Have A Dream’ (that would be MLK, of course, not ABBA). Since then I’ve seen him many, many times.

Tonight Dr King’s golden tones were missing, replaced by Paul Weller’s ’No Tears to Cry’, and if the truth be known there was something else seriously missing and quite flat about the whole event. Nothing like the majestic austerity of The Fruitmarket gig of 2007.

A reworked ‘Last to Know’ was impressive, however I felt that, during the whole evening, there was a feeling of merely going through the motions. I’m sure JC is so familiar with some of these songs he could sing them in his sleep (and on a couple of occasions tonight, he may well have been for all I know!) It didn’t help me being surrounded by a crowd of singalongs who would be best described as “Desperate Housewives” had it been set in ‘River City’

More recently, regarded as one who generally aspires towards sartorial elegance, Justin, tonight, was quite clearly wearing someone else’s trousers and/or had recently narrowly escaped a house fire!

Nick Clark, a bass colossus as usual, had, rather strangely, decided to come on stage looking like Alfie Moon disguised as Bob Dylan

I felt sorry for  guitarist Stuart Nesbit as he had clearly misread ‘Celtic Connections’ as ‘The World Gurning Championships’. I was also intrigued that he played solos that had little resemblance to, or were even on nodding terms with, the tunes they were imbedded in. On many occasions I enjoy and applaud such mavericks, however this was simply mince! If Alan Hansen played guitar I’m fairly certain it would sound remarkably like this.
Home, James!

Justin in  more rivetting times!

Heathers, ABC1 January 21st (act #03)

 

Too twee for she ‘n’ me,
they’re billed as a duo but there’s actually three!