I've been
scratching my head all morning trying to think back to when I seen
The Amazing Snakeheads before.
From a
small drawer hidden behind fragments of memories in a dusty room at
the back of my mind a voice whispers that it was a 'flowers in the
dustbin' promoted show in the 13th Note, but that may not
be right.
Regardless
of when or where it was the reintroduction was a pleasant one.
There's a
raw delivery to the songs that I often gravitate towards.
One part
ranting drunk at the taxi rank, one part Alex Harvey, and a great
deal of garage ramalama added to the mix provides pretty much the
perfect rock cocktail that begs to be knocked back with eye watering
glee.
If the
Amazing Snakeheads were a party it wouldn't be one that finishes
before midnight with a ten minute clean up to get the flat back to
the state it was in five minutes before the guests arrived.
Instead
it would be the sort that requires the police to break it up and it's
easier to move and start life afresh than make an attempt to clean
the place up.
As the
band pushed hard at the second track into the set I was starting to
think that King Tuts should be looking out their insurance to see if
they were covered for structural damage as they were in danger of
losing their roof.
For a
three piece it's a potently driven tour de force that you can feel as
much as hear as it pounds against you.
It's
little wonder that they have secured themselves a deal with the
illustrious Domino label.
In a
strange way the Amazing Snakeheads are the sort of band that the Jim
Jones Revue must love having to open for them.
For a
band who can always be confident of being the most energetically
gonzo on a bill there must be times that they think that they could
take their foot off the gas just slightly and still coast in at
100mph in front of the competition.
Only that
is never going to be the case with this line up like this night after
night.
Jim Jones
and his band must look at each other prior to going on stage and
instinctually know that they will have to dig deep and go for it.
And go
for it they did.
The
gloves were off.
One day a
Hurricane is going to be named after this band.
They are
a force of nature.
There is
no eye of the storm, just the howling wind and a trail of destruction
in their wake.
With an
initial set devoted to the 'The Savage Heart' they showed that the
initial burst of activity that seen them first arrive on the scene
was just a jumping off point.
The rock
and roll template is still in place, but the band are taking it a
little further down the track now, and while some may want them to
just remain that blast of rock and roll it is the shading that they
will provide to it all that will ensure their survival in an every
changing, and often fickle, world.
A second
set dubbed 'The Jim Jones Revue Jukebox' was their homage to the fans
as Jim hollered out for requests and the band delivered them as they
rolled in.
During
this 'Big Hunk O' Love' served to provide me with a personal
highlight, although earlier in the night '7 Time Around The Sun'
maybe edged it.
The Jim
Jones revue must be one of the hardest touring acts around.
So please
don't miss out on the opportunity to see them.
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