This is
not going to be a normal sort of blog update. (Whatever normal is.)
More a
rambling monologue, but I will try and section bits off so people can
skip to what they are interested in.
Prior to
starting I will say that I hope people can appreciate that this is in
fact a blog, and not simply a website devoted to music.
Regular
readers will be aware of this.
So while
there are reviews and interviews there have also been short stories,
political rants and posts of a more personal nature.
Some like
it, some don't, some understand where I am coming from, while others
find it difficult to get to grips with what is going on.
I have
had emails praising me for the anarchic no rules aspect of the blog,
and equally some have urged me to make it more consistent.
Of course
all correspondence is welcome and opinions valued.
Then
again that doesn't mean that I will act on any advice given.
That's
pretty much a given.
So let's
leave it at that and get into this.
Okay, the
last few weeks have been a somewhat of a mixed bag with the highs
being very high and the lows being...well pretty damn low.
The main
thing that has happened is that my uncle has been diagnosed with
pancreatic cancer.
It's at
an advanced stage and apart from providing him with pain relief
there's nothing much can be done.
He's the
pragmatic sort so there's a great deal of stoic acceptance on his
part going on.
What will
be will be could be his unspoken mantra.
I would
like to think that I could emulate his bravery if similar happened to
me, but who can honestly say how they would react until the day
comes.
This news
has however had me thinking a great deal about family.
Once he
passes that is the generation of males that my father belonged to
gone
I will
then be the oldest male in the family.
A
sobering thought.
It
doesn't feel like a chapter closing, but the last pages of a book in
a series coming to an end.
There is
another volume, but his passing will have a finality to it that if I
am honest I keep trying to put to the back of my mind.
It would
be fair to say that after my father he is the only other male role
model I really had, and while I am considered to be very much my
fathers son there is a great deal of my uncle in me to.
Without a
shadow of a doubt it is his love of music that is the main thing
that others see in me.
There is
a thread of music fanaticism that runs from my uncle to me, and from
there it has been picked up by my son who carries the torch in a
certain sense.
My father
enjoyed music, but it could never have been described as something we shared a love for.
We
connected on other levels, but music wasn't one.
That
shared love of rock and roll was/is reserved as the connection
between my uncle and me.
You can't
miss it,
Very
clearly the defining link in the family chain that joins my uncle and
myself apart from blood is this love of music.
There's
really no getting away from it.
One of my
earliest memories is sitting in his home with over-sized headphones on
my little preschool head and listening to everyone from The Stones to
Elvis, and The Kinks to Johnny Cash.
Thinking
back it's now over forty years since I tonelessly sang along to the
songs too much amusement from my parents.
There's
been a great deal of water flowed under the bridge since then though.
So much
that often it doesn't bear thinking about.
Apart
from a great deal of water there's also a great deal that I would
like to say about how my father and uncle shaped me as a man, but
it's difficult.
So
difficult that I was actually in two minds about posting anything
about this at all.
Then I
thought about how eulogies are often tempered with a need not to
speak ill of the dead, and how very often there is a need for a
positive editing job done on anything that is said in hindsight about
those who have died.
It's with
that in mind that I then thought I should say something now rather
than later.
Something
that is mainly for myself, but can't be construed as having a
positive spin as it could be it it was said after his death.
I toyed
with a few approaches and considered how to phrase it all, but
ultimately it would all just be the meat layered over the bones of
what basically needs to be said.
The bones
being that I want to just say that I love and respect him, and that
when the time comes I will miss him.
I will
miss him very much.
I'm never
sure if talking about things like this makes others feel
uncomfortable, but that just takes us back to the start of the update
and the thinly veiled point being made that I don't really care.
There's
still a bit of me that thinks when I up posts that all I am doing is
shouting and muttering stuff into a void.
So with
that now out of the way we can now step forward into our shared
passion that is music.
My uncle
would probably skipped all that and started here anyway.
It's been
a while since I have managed to be able to set aside the time to
write anything on the bands and artists that I have seen and heard.
In fact I
don't seem to have had much time to do quite a few things that I
really should have.
The
solution may be to register myself as a company and have the
government provide me with an allocation of workfare employees,
although the words workfare and employee don't feel as if they should
naturally go together. so maybe not.
Sweethearts
of the prison rodeo
Last
night I was in the 13th Note to see a band called
Sweethearts of the Prison Rodeo, and with a name like that how could
I really look to go and see anyone else who was playing anywhere else
in Glasgow?
I may be
wrong, but without checking I will hazard a guess that they are named
after a documentary about cowgirls in prison who compete in
penitentiary rodeos.
Although
I have no idea why, and maybe it is best not to ask.
The band
are from Falkirk - as you would expect from the name (Aye right) -
and are more a collective than an actual band.
This
being the case it makes it difficult to pigeon hole them as myriad
influences proliferate the material.
There was
a bit of Booker T, a smattering of Roky Erickson, some garage rock
and roll mixed with a post punk attitude going on, and that was just
in the one song.
Elsewhere
there's some poetry, the topic of the low sperm count in a rabbit to
be discussed in song, a bit of socialist rancour and a warehouse of
kitchen sinks to be cast into the mix.
To say I
was impressed would be an outrageous understatement.
I went to
see them based on a casual trawl through the venue listings to see
what was on and finding a partially bonkers description of them that
turned out to have just been an honest appraisal.
Well
worth the four quid admission and I'm looking forward to wrapping my
ears around their debut CD and the split cassette that I bought.
Next time
our paths cross it will be a more deliberate undertaking on my part
as we need artists like this to serve as the flipside of the
mainstream coin.
They are
the perfect palette cleanser after a day of having heard vacuous
chart music being played out in the background as we traipse through
our lives.
The
Shires
Sadly I
missed Ayrshire band 'The Shires' play in Pivo,
(www.facebook.com/theshiresmusic?fref=ts)
but I did catch the soundcheck of their acoustic set and the positive
talk about them is something that shouldn't be considered as hype.
There's
an impressive slack jawed delivery of the material that is
infectiously insolent in the style of a Johnny Rotten or Liam
Gallagher.
That's
not to say that the band sound like the Pistols or Oasis, but there's
a swaggering attitude that the band share with them that many try to
copy, but few actually carry off.
A great
deal of it is appears to be the sound of Britpop devoid of any sheen.
Instead
it's been torn apart and then rebuilt with more functional muscle
added to it.
Considering
this was the acoustic set getting an airing it would be naïve to
consider that the electric set wouldn't deliver harder.
Scarlet
Shift/Colour Coded/Quinny
Going
back a bit the last show that was consistently good was the Scarlet
Shift/Colour Coded/Quinny outing in Pivo.
Unfortunately
it was a show that suffered badly from an audience arriving late in
the evening to see Scarlet Shift rather than looking to sample what
else was on offer.
It was
akin to how people turn out to see the main act on a large tour and
make no effort to see the supports.
Unfortunately
in this case it means that they missed two acts who were every bit as
good as Scarlet Shift and that they would have very probably enjoyed
just as much.
Quinny
(www.facebook.com/QuinnysMusic?fref=ts)
played an acoustic solo set that served to confirm to me that given
the opportunity to be in the right place at the right time he would
be considered as star quality.
His
songwriting, musicianship and stage presence is on par with any
successful singer songwriter that you could care to mention, but as a
bonus he has a great cross over appeal that could see his material
attract a wide spectrum of listeners.
Similarly
it wouldn't be too difficult to imagine Colour-Coded
(www.facebook.com/colourcodedband) gracing festival stages and
performing in front of masses of fans.
It just
seems to be the next logical step forward in their career as while
they are treading the much trampled indie rock path they do have the
songs and stage craft to put them a few steps ahead of the pack.
In fact
scratch that.
It's not
just a few steps ahead.
They may
as well be the dots disappearing over the horizon in the eyes of the
competition.
Scarlet
Shift (www.facebook.com/ScarletShift)
are in the same enviable position to.
If you
want to look for one small thing to critique then you would be
wasting your time.
Blurring
the lines between rock and pop they are writing anthems that have
wide mainstream appeal written all over them.
I'm
praying that they break through as pop music is in danger of taking
its disposable nature far too seriously.
The
mainstream charts need to have a band like Scarlet Shift introduced
to the world so that they can claw back some artistic integrity
before the labels create a perfect storm of blandness scenario.
Photographs from this show can be found at Gobo Photography
Rank
Berry/Soul Remover/For What You're Worth
Ouch.
The rock scene of late has been struggling under the weight of all
the hardcore bands whose power chords are hammered out in the bowels
of hell.
Every
amp is on eleven and every vocalists has to sound like Linda Blair
revisiting her role in the Exorcist, but via the labour ward.
Or
in other words there's a great deals of grunting, squealing and
motherfuckers sucking cocks in hell thrown about.
So
thankfully both Soul Remover
(www.facebook.com/pages/Soul-Remover/189322554450387?fref=ts)
and Rank Berry (www.facebook.com/rankberrymusic?fref=ts)
steer clear of that and instead look to go down a more melodic route
to entertain us.
I've
not been shy in my praise of Rank Berry previously and there was
nothing on show in this performance that would lead to me to distance
myself from what I have said in the past.
While
the rock and roll they play has a classic sound to it we can't help
but hear it with fresh ears as so few others are doing similar.
Meanwhile
Soul Remover are solid in their understanding of what makes good rock
music and are not shy in delivering it to us.
While
grunge music was the response to a rock world that was disappearing
under a cloud of hairspray and lip gloss you could argue that Soul
Remover have refused to entertain turning their back on the punk
sleaze attitude of that era, and instead just took it into the gym
and pumped it full of steroids and put it back out on the streets
while telling it to walk like a man.
It's
a macho thrill ride, but not in any misogynistic sense.
Both
acts are a breathe of fresh air in what is increasingly becoming a
stagnant scene
For What You.re Worth (www.facebook.com/FWYWBand?directed_target_id=0) are a whole different story again.
While they are a rock band they operate on a different level.
While we are all aware of the pop punk scene that came out of the US these young guys are more indie punk.
This is the sound of a band raised on Radiohead and Arctic Monkeys melding that UK indie rock genre to a more US based punk one while neatly giving the shiny teeth and smiley pop angle a body swerve.
It's difficult to watch them and appreciate that this is a band who are just setting out into the world.
Close your eyes and they sound like seasoned veterans who are finally drawing all their talents together to make something special.
Definitely an act to watch out for.