I like
the unexpected.
The
moment when you realize that what you think you are going to get
doesn't quite transpire, and instead it's a whole new ballgame.
I would
happily exist in that moment, that exact second when peoples
preconceived ideas are bitch slapped to tears.
In a list
of personal motto's I suspect that 'dash my expectations
motherfucker. I dare you.' would rank quite high.
So when
Tragic City Thieves took to the stage, in support of Electric 6's
Dick Valentine in the ABC2, and began an acoustic set the shivers ran
up and down my spine as I was caught completely unaware.
This was
not what glam trash terrorists should sound like.
Instead
of thrashing the songs out acoustically the band have reworked them
completely, and while they are recognisable as the originals its very
obvious these beasts have a thumping heart all of their own.
Each song
is the bastard offspring of what has come before.
In the
space of one track being played a whole world of new opportunities
opened up for them.
In the
future they needn't feel constrained to playing electric sets as
acoustically they are just as fantastic a band.
The
guitar work from Stu seemed effortlessly organic. On each song he
provided the perfect balance of flourishes and at times there was a
definite cinematic feel to it all.
If pushed
I could probably write a thousand word essay on how impressed I was
with his ability to paint an aural picture over every song, but I
could equally do the same for both Jim and CJ.
Jim's use
of an acoustic bass instead of an electric, as I so often see being
played in acoustic sets, gave everything a warm and authentic feel,
while CJ's vocals allowed us all to appreciate his abilities as
lyricist with his delivery of the songs.
In less
than a week I have seen these guys play two completely different
sets, and both have cemented in my opinion that no one comes close to
touching what they do here in Scotland.
If this
band fail to make an impact on a much larger scale then I would
forever use them as an example of how talent and passion does not
necessary equate to success, and that's just wrong.
If you
have it, then you should reap the rewards. Simple as that, and these
guys have got it in spades.
So how
does Dick Valentine follow that?
Well
quite easily truth be told.
Even
without the pizazz that Electric 6 have, Dick on his own still
commands attention.
He
doesn't even really have to do much to draw the eye to him.
It seems
to be that he naturally has a quality about him that has a presence
on stage.
When he
ambles on he could be a roadie, but no one pays much attention to
roadies while every eye in the house is on Dick plugging his guitar
in.
Avoiding
the big entrance he steps up and shakes hands and chats with fans
before getting down to the business it hand.
This
isn't really what people expect from a headlining act from the US
playing a show, but Dick could never be accused of following the
herd. .
For all
intents and purposes this is actually less of a gig as we know it,
and more an artists communing with his fans on a very basic level.
From the
beginning to the end it's all very relaxed with the between song
banter akin to friends just shooting the shit.
I like
it.
There's a
real warmth in the room, and he's more than deserving of the reaction
he gets when he does start in on the opening song of the evening.
Part of
the appreciation may come from the audience knowing that this is a
real solo tour to.
It's
quite literally one man, a guitar, a bag full of CDs and a train
ticket.
It's not
a new concept and bands have been doing it forever, but the
pioneering spirit of globe-trotting with a bag full of songs and
little else is one that I find alluring, and I suspect others do to.
It's got
an appeal to it.
No doubt
their will be hardships along the way, long hours filled with mundane
shit, and nights where he is so bored sitting alone in a hotel room
that he may succumb to masturbating himself close to death just to
fill the time, but they will hopefully fall short of shadowing the
good times.
Let's be
honest here and admit that travelling the world, experiencing new
adventures on a daily basis, and entertaining people at night with a
song is something that most of us would love to do, and here he is
doing it.
The
wandering troubadour aspect is tantalizing isn't it?
Anyway,
the gig, yeah, the gig.
An easy
raconteur Dick happily lefts Electric 6 at the door and mainly
concentrated on the material from his solo album 'Destroy the
Children'.
His run
through of the songs illustrates that he is a songwriter of no little
talent, and while some have dismissed his humorous approach to a song
as on par with a low rent Tenacious D I would strongly disagree, and
instead firmly push the argument that managing to insert some fun
into a song doesn't make it comedic.
When you
listen to him there's plenty of darkness alongside the sunshine and
you would be pushed to name someone else who can deliver it so well.
He
provides the audience with plenty of proof of this.
Songs
like Mr Shadow and I Don't Speak French had me standing there trying
to get the smile on my face under control before the muscles on my
face had a mishap.
Brilliant
material and it stand up alongside the best he has written throughout
his career
Even the
surprise inclusion in the set of Keane's 'Everybody's Changing'
wasn't enough to derail the experience for me as it was quite frankly
better than the original.
The gig
was one that flew past.
A sure
sign that it was an enjoyable one, and I'm pretty sure that everyone
there will have been as equally impressed as I was and will be sure
to acquire an Electric 6 ticket for November.
Maybe the
full on Electric 6 gig could have the full on Tragic City Thieves in
support.
Now that
would be a gig that would require the ABC to check that the insurance
for their roof is covered for acts of rock that could leave it blown
off.
Highlight of the year may be a Glaswegian crowd chanting WE WANT DICK, WE WANT DICK, with no shame or explanation offered.
We should have taken the chant out on the street after the show and continued it long into the night.
Highlight of the year may be a Glaswegian crowd chanting WE WANT DICK, WE WANT DICK, with no shame or explanation offered.
We should have taken the chant out on the street after the show and continued it long into the night.
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