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Goblin, The Arches, 25th Feb, Act 23

Goblin, The Arches, 25th Feb, Act 23


Amongst my circle of muso friends, only Billy Bones,a long standing fan, has heard of Goblin the Italian Prog/Soundtrack maestros. Before the gig begins, him & I are standing at the mixing desk when a youngster comes up and starts chattering away to me, in Italian. It takes some time to convince him that I’m not Maurizio, the keyboard player, although, later on, I see that M and I share the same taste in beards ‘n’ shirts and understand the lad’s confusion. The band start to play and spend most of the night in silhouette, backlit mainly in blood red. The three large screens, that had been showing Un Chien Andalou, now show the relevant scenes from Suspiria, Dawn of The Dead and Profundo Rosso, as the group play their theme music from those films. What can I say? To generalise, the Italians have always been very, very good at what is now called Prog and Goblin are in the vanguard. Lush keyboard ‘scapes and lashings of Gilmouresque guitar at thunderous volume . Why Spanner’s not here has never been fully explained, he would love this.

The visuals? It’s an unusual and impressive approach, spoiled as ever by these morons who insist upon holding their camera phones up in the air. Do they ever bother to look at the results of this less than furtive photography? A quick swatch at you tube advises this viewer that it’s pointless and, more to the point, annoys me somewhat greatly. I want someone to invent some sort of cyber hand grenade that can be unpinned and I can lob into a crowd like this. No damage to anyone, it just temporarily disables the camera on their phones. What a spiffing idea, I’m off to patent it!

 

Not your traditional support by a long chalk. Prior to Goblin, those arriving slightly late (ie us) were greeted by a screening of Buneul’s Un Chien Andalou. Me? I can never get enough of donkeys in pianos or razored eyeballs. Great stuff!

Not your traditional support by a long chalk. Prior to Goblin, those arriving slightly late (ie us) were greeted by a screening of Buneul’s Un Chien Andalou. Me? I can never get enough of donkeys in pianos or razored eyeballs. Great stuff!

Spirit Aid, Oran Mor, 17th Feb, Acts 18-20

Spirit Aid, Oran Mor, 17th Feb, Acts 18-20

This was a Charity fundraiser. We arrived to be met by a ridiculously long queue to get to the bar (since when did we start queing for bars?)  which degenerated into a mob about thirty seconds before I should have been served.

 Looking as if some escapees from Fraggle Rock had mated with humans, The Bluebells came on to a raucous reception and played an unplugged set of hits. Stand out song was The Patriot Game. I had hoped for Syracuse University or the 12" Sugar Bridge, but no. After they’d finished and I was exiting the lavvy, Ken McCluskey was posing for some photos with fans and asked me to do the honours. I obliged and snapped happily away.The folk involved then assumed that I must also be a similar, but less recognisable, minor celebrity and insisted that I pose with them also. I affected a Borders accent and suggested I’d left my armour and sword at home, to tantalize them.

Looking as if some escapees from Fraggle Rock had mated with humans, The Bluebells came on to a raucous reception and played an unplugged set of hits. Stand out song was The Patriot Game.

I had hoped for Syracuse University or the 12″ Sugar Bridge, but no. After they’d finished and I was exiting the lavvy, Ken McCluskey was posing for some photos with fans and asked me to do the honours. I obliged and snapped happily away.The folk involved then assumed that I must also be a similar, but less recognisable, minor celebrity and insisted that I pose with them also. I affected a Borders accent and suggested I’d left my armour and sword at home, to tantalize them.

  Justin Currie performed a set that was pedestrian at best. He looked uncomfortable being there and only performed (if memory serves) six songs, all of them Del Amitri. He had brought along his gurning pal too.During the set I cast an eye around the place and noticed a tiny figure wearing an Arafat Scarf, lurking in the shadows, and leaning against the sound desk. He was slightly smaller than Little Britain’s Dennis Waterman. It wasn’t until all the bands took to the stage to sing the finale, an elongated Will The Circle Be Unbroken and invited ’Laydeez ‘n’ gennelmen, a big haun for the man who made tonight possible’ that I realised that it was Hayman the Halfling. He had to stand on a large box to reach the microphone!!! As we shuffled towards the exit, I bumped into Fraser Spiers and briefly reminisced about nights in the very early seventies, watching Frankie Miller and The Groundhogs in The Picasso (a deathtrap of a place, just up from where Forbidden Planet in Buchanan St. is now). All was well, as I recalled him rubbing snake oil onto fellow members of the gigs queue’s foreheads, but then my ’minor celebrity Tourettes’ kicked in, I said something a bit off and he sped away into the night realising he was in the presence of a maddie! Another night at Oran Mor but, once again, not a great one.

Justin Currie performed a set that was pedestrian at best. He looked uncomfortable being there and only performed (if memory serves) six songs, all of them Del Amitri. He had brought along his gurning pal too.
During the set I cast an eye around the place and noticed a tiny figure wearing an Arafat Scarf, lurking in the shadows, and leaning against the sound desk. He was slightly smaller than Little Britain’s Dennis Waterman.

It wasn’t until all the bands took to the stage to sing the finale, an elongated Will The Circle Be Unbroken and invited ’Laydeez ‘n’ gennelmen, a big haun for the man who made tonight possible’ that I realised that it was Hayman the Halfling.
He had to stand on a large box to reach the microphone!!!

As we shuffled towards the exit, I bumped into Fraser Spiers and briefly reminisced about nights in the very early seventies, watching Frankie Miller and The Groundhogs in The Picasso (a deathtrap of a place, just up from where Forbidden Planet in Buchanan St. is now). All was well, as I recalled him rubbing snake oil onto fellow members of the gigs queue’s foreheads, but then my ’minor celebrity Tourettes’ kicked in, I said something a bit off and he sped away into the night realising he was in the presence of a maddie!

Another night at Oran Mor but, once again, not a great one.

 
 James Grant was the big surprise, with Fraser Spiers riding shotgun by deploying a bundle of moothies that he wore on a holster. These were processed/treated in real time, through an effects unit, Very impressive, Frippertronics for the harp!!! Grant was very droll, telling amusing tales regarding his Da’s wallies and a trip to the Golden Arches while chiding those ‘fans’ who only shout for Love & Money material.

James Grant was the big surprise, with Fraser Spiers riding shotgun by deploying a bundle of moothies that he wore on a holster. These were processed/treated in real time, through an effects unit, Very impressive, Frippertronics for the harp!!!

Grant was very droll, telling amusing tales regarding his Da’s wallies and a trip to the Golden Arches while chiding those ‘fans’ who only shout for Love & Money material.

 
 
 

The Hold Steady, ABC, Feb9th, Acts 21&22

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Wintersleep are loud. Quite definitely the loudest band I’ve heard this year.They’ve just come from the States, whereas we’d just come from The State. When I say we, it’s a family affair -as Sly once sang, as tonight my listening chums are Rhurshach and my brother Artie.

Sartorially light years beyond the rest of the ABC congregation, as always, I’m aghast at the sheer numbers of baseball/truckers caps, plaid shirts and beards (not to mention the dearth of female punters). Wintersleep remind me immediately of Ian McCulloch singing REM, in a good way. Lumme, they’re popular with the truckers, too!

The last tune was a very long ‘un, it sounded like Mogwai attempting Krautrock and, as such, was sufficient to make me go looking for the album, the next day. LOUD.

The Hold Steady
Jerry Lewis after ingesting too many e numbers springs to mind. By recently replacing their piano player, with a third guitar  they’ve made the sound more than a little muddy. Very few bands can ‘do’ three guitars justice, I can think of only one. Lots of folk reckon they, THS, sound like Springsteen, which I can hear, but for me, too many songs sounded just like Phil Lynott singing the verses of The Boys are Back In Town.

Lemme see your fingers!

Deaf School, ABC2,Feb 5th, Acts #15&16

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Looking like my Uncle Bob, wearing mascara, and in dire need of Brylcreem, Enrico Cadillac sang to a pathetically small audience in the ABC2. I’d probably call their style as melodic pub rock, but there was also a slight 1930’s Cabaret flavour to it all, as well. The aforesaid singer, along with Mrs Suggs, aka Bette Bright, who was wearing a shimmery black and white number that gave this observer the impression of Rosa Krebb, dressed as a seal, being eaten by an Orca with serious dental problems, worked the crowd like a pro. This gig was a freebie, as brother Artie had won the tickets in a Rock Radio comp.

Billy Sloan the Sunday Mail’s finest was there. I wondered, to myself, whether he would shrivel up and die if I threw a handful of salt or slug pellets on him and simultaneously hoped that perhaps a giant thrush might hop down from above and spirit him away (for a later repast). He apparently had no problem with Enrico’s stage apparel unlike his disgraceful review of Howard Devoto’s spectacular return to stage, 2009. The man is a buffoon and should be pilloried at every opportunity!

Earlier, while eating an overpriced sausage ‘n’ mash in the CCA, with Shields, I voiced the opinion that  Roger Waters’ saxophonist Ian Ritchie was probably the most famous musician to emerge from my old school (clearly having forgotten about Marty Pellow).

Spookily, less than an hour later, there he was – oor Ian – doing his thing, and sounding very like Andy McKay, I might add, in a good way. With Clive Langer on guitar it was a (minor) star studded cast we were witnessing.

Best performance and song of the night was from bass player Steve ‘Average’ Lindsay who wore a fetching polo neck/cardigan combo.

Earlier in the night The Amphetameanies, ten strong no less, gave a good account of themselves and their manifesto.The Deaf School merch stall man visibly blanched and said something to me along the lines of ‘Fuck they’re going to be a hard act to follow’ and he was indeed correct!