I'm not
sure if it's a case of absence making the heart grow fonder, but it
was nice to be back in Su Casa again.
The
light, warmth, and smells of coffee and cake emanating from the venue
were akin to a positive siren song that was guiding us from the cold
and dark evening outside to the safe haven inside.
So who
were we to decline the offer.
Once
seated it wasn't long before Alan Frew opened up the evening with a
short, but exquisite set.
I haven't
seen Alan perform recently, and while I have always been impressed
with his material, voice and musical ability, it seemed to be that
there was another little touch of magic this time out.
Something
that you can't really put your finger on.
It's
possible that his recent short tour of the north of Scotland has
revitalized him, but whatever it is I'm sure most would agree that
this was a set that displayed Alan's many talents in a very
flattering light.
With some
new material that he has been working on with Mark Rafferty on the
horizon it is certainly looking like the future is full of promise.
Unfortunately
any bonhomie that Alan had woven into the room was swept away with
what could have been the most unsatisfying performance I have ever
seen in Su Casa.
Julia
Doogan, while technically singing well, looked as if she would rather
be anywhere else other than with us.
If there
was an award for heavy sighs and the dramatic rolling of eyes to
convey a degree of disgust then this was a gold medal performance.
Any
talent that Julia has was vastly over shadowed with the poor attitude
that was on display.
For all
intents and purposes it felt as if the audience had arrived just in
time to miss an argument, but had to sit through the uncomfortable
aftermath that's heavy with the fallout.
This was
also the second time that I have seen her perform a without a set
list, and it seem obvious that having one would have allowed the performance to flow far
better than it did.
Without
it we were left having to squirm as she half spoke to herself about
what she should play next.
It was an
awkward appearance and one that I wouldn't like to see again.
When this
happens you sometimes have to ask yourself if your own lack of
enthusiasm is misplaced, unbalanced and even unfair, but as the night
progressed others commented similarly so make of that what you will.
Following
on from Julia were local band The Limoncellos who were making their
debut in Su Casa
It was a
performance that they would probably rather forget as one technical
issue led to another and another, but their set was nowhere near as
bad as they may think it was.
I would
personally rather see a band that can bring a bit of passion to a
performance, even if they are stumbling through difficulties, than a
note perfect but sterile one.
There was
plenty to get your teeth into as they stumbled through their set, and
that's a good thing.
If a band
can maintain the attention of an audience even when things aren't
going well then consider what the reaction would be if they nailed
it.
In among
a few original they placed a couple of covers that displayed a range
of influences.
First was
some Springsteen and then the leftfield choice of Radiohead.
Both
appeared to polarize the audiences opinion of the band, but once
again I could argue that this is a good thing.
At times a band should challenge those they are there to entertain and that's certainly what The Limoncellos did.
Hopefully
we will be hearing more from this band in the near future as there's
something there.
Maybe a spark that could be lead to something rather special.
The
Imagineers, who finished the night, are still knocking it out of the
park for me.
With each
performance they incrementally get better and there's no sign of them
slowing down or dropping the ball.
The semi
acoustic style suits them and they effortlessly ran through all the
what can now be called fans favourites as well as slipping in some
rousing renditions of both Shackles and Albert Einstein that both
appear on their latest ep.
That they
aren't gracing the charts and playing here, there and everywhere,
across the globe is a mystery to me.
Few would
disagree that they are an act that tick all the boxes.
They
write excellent songs that are designed to get everyone to clap,
stomp their feet and sing along to, their level of musicianship is
beyond reproach, and damn, they even look good.
Record
label executives should be in the car park bare knuckling it out over
who gets to sign them up.
When I
think about some of the bands that have had bidding wars surrounding
signing them it just seems ludicrous that The Imagineers aren't one
of them.
Give it a
month or two to see what happens though as the new ep is once again
what we in Scotland would commonly refer to as 'a belter'.
I have
high hopes for these guys and I'm not looking to change my mind any
time soon.
Tomorrow
better belong to the Imagineers.
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