This band was pointed out to my by the wonderful Humble Soul Records. Instantly they reminded me of Get Well Soon (Who, if you havn’t heard them, have a ruddy marvellous album by the name of Rest now, Weary head…). They possess a kind of post-Radiohead / Arcade Fire / demonic folk-rock epic energy that make me whack the volume right up, the hairs of my next stand on end and force me to lose myself and drown in an ocean of pure ‘whoa’.
Unsurprisingly, I get sent a lot of ‘Myspace bands’ by people, all claiming they’re the dog’s whatsits. Inevitably, of course, 90% of this stuff is pure crap. However, I trust Mr. Humble Soul’s judgement more than most and so was genuinely intrigued. And wow, was he right. What an absolute gem of a band. I’ve been listening to the few tracks they have online on repeat all evening, and can’t wait to hear more and see them live. You should do the same. Trust.
You can listen to songs by Revere here. Hard to choose a standalone best track, but to get a proper taste listen to The Escape Artist and Maybe In Time.
Revere play Mojo in Liverpool on April 5th and The Dulcimer in Manchester on April 7th. See you down the front.
The Music are one of those bands who became almost famous. Just think how massive their contemporaries Kasabian are now. The Music were doing bigger, better and more interesting things than Kasabian could ever aspire to (having said that, I do like Kasabian, with the exception of the dreadful second album).
I found this track on a music forum and thought it well worth a mention. It’s five years old, so hardly news to fans of The Music, but I absolutely love the way they have completely changed the sound of what was already a brilliant song into something totally different. Beautiful, beautiful stuff.
For anyone new to The Music (shame on you!) or fans who’ve only heard the original 2005 release, this is 6 minutes of your life you won’t regret spending listening to this piece of music. Actually, I guarantee you’ll stick it on repeat. They’re a great band who, like a lot of other bands who emerged around the early “naughties” (I hate that word…) got overshadowed and almost forgotten. Interestingly, they really remind me of Manchester’s Puressence..another band that seems to have been forgotten these days (unless you live in Greece or Oldham, in which case they’re heroes).
Getaway (Slow Version) is available on The Freedom Fighers EP (2004).
I like Academy 3. Venues come and go, get spruced up and turned into retro-chic pseudo loft spaces, trade Carling for cappuccino and lose their spit & sawdust charm, but not Academy 3. I remember when it was the Hop & Grape and just missing Whiskeytown. I remember lying on the floor with Jesse Malin, I remember Tommy Stinson (from The Raplacements!) playing to a half empty disinterested room of students and having a real “WTF?!” moment as none of them seemed to know who he was. Basically, there’s a lot of memories buried in the walls of that dirty room. And it’s £1.80 a pint if you’ve got a (now outdated, but they don’t seem to care) student card.
There’s the nostalgia, now to the show at hand. I’ve been an on/off fan of Spoon for a few years, after coming across their Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga album. Their combination of gutsy blues rock, eerie echoed vocals and electronic beats are offset by catchy pop hooks that are just enough to stop it becoming too serious. I’ve never seen them before and went in with no particular expectations. What they played was a solid set of catchy, intriguing rock ‘n roll with a contemporary twist that kept the crowd (a mix of hipsters and old school rockers) entertained throughout the entire set. They’re not pretentious and they’re not trying to be anyone else. Spoon just did their thing, held everyone’s attention and played some solid music. Hard not to like them, really..
Thanks to Chris at LaDigit PR for the tickets.
I gave a rather complimentary review of The Low Anthem’s Oh My God, Charlie Darwin record a while back, and I stand by it. It’s a beautiful little thing. However, translated live I can’t help but observe that as talented a band as they are they don’t quite know who they want to be. Part of their set is pleasant americana folk that reminds me of Iron & Wine and The Jayhawks, part is whiskey soaked blues with a Tom Waits twist, and another part is out-and-out folk that would be more suited to a Donovan set. While all of these are certainly valid starting points, I feel that The Low Anthem should sit down and think about exactly who they want to be, and try to amalgamate these different influences into their own form of music. I suppose what I’m trying to say is their sound is quite disjointed, which after a while can become somewhat irritating.
David Ford was the support for tonight. I’m quite a fan and have seen him before. Tonight though, he stuck to the traditional singer-songwriter side of his music, which although quite nice to listen to, isn’t as appealing to me as his more comedia theatrical plauyful side (such as the PowerPoint presentation he did at Band on The Wall before Christmas, which demonstrated precisely how shit Lady GaGa is).
I’ve seen Adam Green a good few times and have so many great memories of his shows. The time in college when I had to sneak an underage girl into the show at Night & Day. The time at Leeds festival when we were dancing like idiots, loaded on cheap whiskey and rolling in the grass. The time in Germany when hundreds of people stormed the stage, went mental then disappeared right after his set. All unforgettable nights of entertainment. This show was a little more refined, but still with the same mischievous cheek that makes him so unique. Dressed like a camp Elvis Presley and jumping around like a maniac, crowd surfing at every opportunity, one thing you can’t accuse Adam Green of is being boring.
I was a little worried that he’d only play his new material (new album Minor Love being what they call ‘a grower’) but what we got was a brilliant cross section of his entire back catalogue, with tracks being played from every album. Even including a closing medley featuring his classic cover of The Libertines’ What A Waster.
Entertaining from start to finish, there wasn’t a single lull in the entire set. Everyone left with a smile on their face. The perfect antidote to an otherwise dreary Monday night in Manchester.
Or, as he put it, Man-chest-hair.
Thanks go to Roxie Walton at Rough Trade Records.