Sunday, July 31, 2011

Ugly Duckling returning to Blighty

Long Beach's favourite sons Ugly Duckling provided one of my most enjoyable gig experiences of last year, in a packed Drift In The City of all places. The Californian three piece delivered an uplifting set of beats and rhymes that got even a Pompey crowd moving and, after giving 100% on stage, the guys made the time and effort to meet and greet afterward.

Details of a new UK tour have now started to appear on the Yudee forum and amongst the dates listed so far is a return visit to Portsmouth and a stop in Brighton; Andy C, Dizzy Dustin and Young Einstein will be at The Highlight in Gunwharf on Monday 10th October and The Haunt in Brighton on Saturday 15th October.




Update: The full list of dates has now been released by the band, in addition to the two local dates listed above they've squeezed in a visit to Southampton's Orange Rooms on Sunday 16th October. Orange, squeezed.. See what I did there? Yeah, with material that good I should be on TV. Ahem.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Computers versus Southampton

In amongst the regular glut of spam and eggs that filled my email inbox today was a natty missive from indie/punk noise merchants The Computers. I was lucky enough to catch the four piece at The Wedgewood Rooms when they supported The Duke Spirit but, and maybe it was that last pint, for the life of me I can't remember signing their mailing list. Whatever, scrawl my name across the sheet of A4 I obviously did.

Getting to the point, the band have announced that they'll be joining The Subways on their Autumn tour, rocking up at Southampton University on Monday 3rd October. Before then however the band will be supporting Face To Face at The Joiners on Tuesday 30th August. Which is nice.
 
Here's a taster to whet your appetite...

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Sirens soundtrack & Heartbreak

There I was, idly thumping the remote control buttons on a wasted Friday night, when I chanced upon Channel 4's new ambulance drama Sirens. The show is based on ex-ambulance EMT Brian Kellett's excellent blog and has the usual Channel 4 hallmarks of snappy editing (with things speeding up/slowing down at random), a sprinkling of sex & expletives and, of course, a cracking soundtrack.

Last night's episode featured a good chunk of the Warpaint album (no bad thing) plus tunes from Miike Snow, Local Natives and Magnetic Man amongst others. What caught my ear though was the unmistakable strains of Anglo-Argentine electro pop duo Heartbreak's Don't Lose My Time.

I first heard of Heartbreak when the NME Radar Tour stopped off at the Wedge in 2009, they were midway up the bill (with La Roux headlining) but were definitely my highlight of the evening. The twosome delivered a solid set of 80's influenced Italo-pop with an eye-popping amount of energy; so enamoured was I that I immediately bought their album from the merch desk. 


Unfortunately not much has been heard from the Heartbreak camp since, which is a shame, but a hunt through YouTube gleaned the following clips of the band in action:

 


Also tucked away on YouTube was this interview the band gave whilst they were on the NME Radar Tour:



As for Sirens, Brian Kellett has listed the tunes used in the first three episodes on his new blog (and he's knocked up a Spotify playlist for each too, which is nice).

Thursday, July 14, 2011

So, farewell then Rilo Kiley...

The NME are reporting that American mellow indie types Rilo Kiley, following a long hiatus, have decided to call it a day. Bad news. Rilo Kiley were, like The Decemberists, one of the many fine bands I discovered thanks to the late and much lamented internet radio station WOXY.

A few years back the band nearly headlined the Wedge; a date was announced as part of a UK tour, a gig that I bought tickets for as soon as I found out about it. Sadly the show was cancelled shortly after (sad but true, I've still got the tickets).

So anyway, thanks RK for the good tunes, here's a few of them to be going along with...






Saturday, July 09, 2011

Emily Barker & The Cellars at Eastney

Earlier this year I enjoyed a marvellous evening at The Cellars in Eastney sampling the music of Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo. I must confess that my interest in attending said gig was a mixture of "Oh, they did the theme to Wallander didn't they?" and "Ahh.. they've supported Frank Turner so they must be good".  

And yes, they played Nostalgia (aka the tune that plays over the opening credits whilst a blue hued Kenneth Branagh emotes), and yes, they were very good; a beautifully performed set that resulted in my being strangely drawn to the merch desk at the end of the evening.

Emily & Co have just announced the dates for their UK tour later this year and, big thumbs up, the foursome will be playing The Cellars on Sunday 6th November.

Monday, July 04, 2011

Glastonbury Festival 2011 - Part One

In previous years my enjoyment of the "Glasto experience" has meant gravitating toward the sofa, cracking open a cold one and watching events unfold over the various BBC channels; if I wanted the full effect I'd stand in a bucket of mud at the bottom of the garden, downwind of the neighbour's compost heap, and squint at a screen 15 metres away (a screen that's partially obscured with flags obviously). However for the past few years a mate of mine has been gently badgering me to go, assuring me that (as I'm something of a gig whore) I'd love it. Frankly there is only so much prodding my willpower can take before it melts like a Kit Kat in a hot car. And so, inevitably, it came to pass that I got off of my keister, bought a ticket, and made the journey to that special corner of the world known as Glastonbury.

Friday 24th June

For the people at home, watching Auntie Beeb's coverage, the festival starts today. For me and several thousand others however the festival has been already ticking over for a couple of days; I've been in Somerset since Tuesday, on-site since Wednesday morning, and the novelty of wet-wipe bathing has long worn off (though the shock of the long drops is still fresh in the mind).

Glasto 2011
 
Under an overcast sky The Master Musicians of Joujouka start events on the Pyramid Stage, bringing a slice of Morocco to Somerset; the soft drone of their instruments carries on the wind, a strange and intriguing cacophony. Over at the West Holts Stage the Brazilian sounds of Ziriguidum are more my thing, a 50-strong outfit whose samba drums dance my feet in the direction of the Brothers Bar and back again a couple of times.

Following an extended sojourn in the Green Fields I return to the Pyramid Stage in time for the Wu-Tang Clan; from my vantage point halfway up the hill the mix sounds stodgy and distorted, heavy waves of bass slosh around and I can barely pick an F-bomb out of the lyrics. Instead I watch the Swallows who, oblivious to the music, dart through the sky just inches above the tent tops.

At 85 years of age BB King is the Grand Master of the Blues, he can therefore be excused for letting his band warm the crowd up a bit before making his appearance. Not that he needs anyone to warm up an audience that is; the throng at the Pyramid Stage hang on his every word and, it must be said, I get a weird squishy feeling inside when I hear the opening bars of The Thrill Is Gone.

Scottish rockers Biffy Clyro have had an amazing 18 months, discounting having one of their tunes used to line Simon Cowell's pockets that is, and their Glasto set is icing on what must be a very large cake indeed. The band stir through a large chunk of Only Revolutions, mix in some of Puzzle and a sprinkling of Infinity Land and Blackened Sky. All good stuff, though the mass sing-along is reserved for that one that the guy from X Factor covered.

The enigma that is Steven Patrick Morrissey swaggers out into the evening, a heady mixture of sarcasm, dourness and self-deprecation, and launches into I Want The One I Can't Have. I immediately turn back into a 15 year old wastrel and start waving my arms wildly, wondering idly if there's a flower shop nearby. Indeed the first half of the set blends a fine mix of classic Smiths tunes (Shoplifters Of The World Unite & There Is A Light That Never Goes Out) with up-tempo solo material (First Of The Gang To Die & You Have Killed Me). Unfortunately things seem to stall midway; the inclusion of so-so new material leaves our party shuffling about in our dampening ponchos, a state that not even a cover of Satellite of Love can resolve.

Meat Is Murder would not then seem the obvious choice to warm up a cold and wet crowd; a paean to vegetarianism sung in the middle of what is, for most of the year at least, a Dairy farm. A odd choice but, now on a roll, our hero heads toward the big finish. Earlier in the set Moz had announced that he'd sing as fast as he can, given that the audience were all waiting for U2; whether this is the reason for the sprint through This Charming Man or not I don't know, but motor through the song the band duly do. And, just like that, he's gone; some old songs, some new songs, a change of shirt and a dig at David Cameron. Like I said, an enigma.


The Green Fields, Glasto 2011

Even though the Glastonbury Festival site is, I am reliably assured, the size of the city of Bath, I wonder if it's big enough to hold Bono's ego. I'm still pondering this thought when, shortly before 10 o'clock, things start to happen on the Pyramid Stage. The strains of Bowie's Space Oddity can be heard and the additional video screens fire into life; bugs and butterflies are animated in bright colours as the opening chords of Even Better Than The Real Thing fill the air.

If I'm honest at this point we're still not 100% if this is still an introduction or whether U2 are actually there; the primary video screens, usually showing the act on stage, are off and, from our place in the field, the front of the stage is obscured by flags. Eventually the video screens flicker into life and, there dressed in black, Bono strides the stage. The crowd roars, the ego has landed.

The front of the set favours Achtung Baby, an album I played to death when released but, honestly, I've not touched for many years. If the rediscovery of U2's 90's reboot album is a joy for me it's something the voice next to me is not happy about. "I don't want to hear this new shit", it says. I point out to my chum that the album is at least 10 years old (it's actually just over 20, a worrying thought indeed). Shortly after this I Will Follow has him, albeit briefly, jumping around.

For their Glastonbury performance U2 have forsaken the majority of their usual theatrical tricks; the additional video screens the only concession. Unfortunately Bono appears to have taken this to mean that he must try and connect with the audience; he tries gamely, expressing his regret that he can't watch Primal Scream at the same time as entertaining us, launching into a cringe-worthy rendition of Jerusalem, but it falls flat.

With a set straining at the sides with hits, packed with songs we all know, with nods to the weekend's remaining headliners as well, it could be that the band are trying a bit too hard. Or, then again, it could be that I've been standing in the rain for several hours, the annoying drizzle long since permeating my German Army poncho, and I've just finished my last beer.

The huge screen at the rear of the stage flickers with static and an astronaut appears, live from the ISS, linking the set back to Bowie's opus at the introduction. So much for no smoke and mirrors, I am beguiled by the giant spaceman releasing the lyrics of Beautiful Day into zero gravity and turn grinning to my chum. "That was amazing!", I say. "What was?", he replies. A 50 foot spaceman appears in a field in Somerset and he misses it. Typical. With renewed vigour, or maybe it's just my recaptured attention, the band roar into the home straight; forgiving the execrable Get On Your Boots we're swept up with Vertigo, carried along with Sunday Bloody Sunday before being left sated by Pride.

Abandoning my plan to trudge through the rain and mud to the Avalon Stage, where Barenaked Ladies are no doubt singing about Brian Wilson, I instead head back to my tent after U2's encore, sodden and too sober to enjoy it. As I pass the camp-site crew's caravan I see the weather report chalked on the door; rain until 4AM, lovely after that. 


Fingers crossed.