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The search for a huge Birmingham band (not fat huge, although I’m sure there’s a few around) has been going on for a while now. For a city as big as Brum, with such a rich musical heritage, we should be churning ‘em out like widgets. There have been a few success stories, Misty’s Big Adventure, Editors, The Twang, Johnny Foreigner and Goodnight Lenin have all flown the flag in one way or another and perhaps it shouldn’t matter if our local bands ‘make it’ or not...but, rightly or wrongly, to me it does. Recently one band’s been getting some really decent press though, PEACE, who proudly claim to make “music to fuck you in the heart”. Ouch. That can’t be good for your ventricles. On tonight’s performance they’ve certainly got the ability, look (all floppy fringes and black outfits) and tunes to more than justify the hype too. Previous single BBLOOD slaps you in the face like a meatier Vampire Weekend whilst elsewhere they channel influences from everything from the Velvet Underground through to the shoegaze movement and on to grunge. Yes, grunge. In fact the monstrously good forthcoming single, Follow Baby, offers up a neat indie twist on the grunge template with the kind of catchy riff that just might grip a generation. Awesome. |
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Noah and the Whale are only on their third album and have achieved a lot in the last three years. The first album included Laura Marling as a member and was fairly whimsical. However, they really took off with their heartbreak 2009 album, The First Days of Spring, which was inspired by lead singer Charlie Fink's breakup with Marling. Like many break-up albums it was a great record (Dylan's Blood on the Tracks being perhaps the greatest). But their real commercial breakthrough came with last year's Last Night on Earth album. |
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Something of a resident artist at The Glee Club now Dan Whitehouse has been playing here for many years, during which time he’s released no less than three EPs and an album of finely crafted, emotionally raw and... I’m guessing... deeply personal songs. |
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Every now and again, you go to a gig and although the act has played well and ticked all the boxes, the night lacked that certain pazzazz. Sometimes however, something special, nay magical happens. A night to savour. Some might call it a 'wow night'. Monday at The Glee Club in Birmingham was one such evening. The omens were good from the start when the main act, Miss Lianne La Havas pottered past and said hello to me. Glorious! Support came from the uber talented Marques Toliver who offered an act seldom seen, belting out glorious vocal on top of looped violin, whilst playing lead violin over the top. Ingenious. In a time when people are trying find a unique twist this was certainly one. |
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I’m of a certain age. Not as dangerous as the one Paul Weller’s currently singing about but, you know, the wrong side of...ahem...21. Aside from, funnily enough, some of 10cc’s tracks, Mud’s Tiger Feet and anything by ABBA, my real musical awakening occurred in the early 80’s and one man seemed to be the knob twiddler behind several of my favourites, Mr Trevor Horn. ABC’s Lexicon Of Love (regularly featured in the best British albums of all time lists) and Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s Welcome To The Pleasuredome both bear his fingerprints deep within the grooves (it’s a vinyl thing). Tonight Trevor’s out from behind his desk though, joined by fellow producer Steve Lipson, 10cc’s Lol Creme and drummer to the stars Ash Soan for a joyful romp through some of their collective hits and newbies from their new band's forthcoming album. |
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It's all coming together for Band of Skulls with massive radio play, healthy album sales and a sell-out tour, it certainly seems that they're poised to become the UK’s most bona fide Blues act. Dubbed as a “Blues/Rock Outfit” and fresh off the UK leg of The Black Keys Tour it was no surprise that there were a few 'Keys' T-shirts in the crowd of Band of Skulls’ gig at the Wulfrun Hall in Wolverhampton. |
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It’s a Leap Year Wednesday on the eve of St. David and the Moon’s in diagonal conjunction with Mars and Venus complementing a sell-out Hare that welcomes back home-boys, Goodnight Lenin, regaling us with anecdotal on-tour debauchery after a Folk Club lock-in at Richmond, Yorkshire. They admit, with bashful circumspection that, ‘What goes on tour-stays on tour’ and anyway, some of their moms are in the crowd and they’d go f**kin mad if they heard what went on. Theirs is an honest embracement of traditional and contemporary electric Folk exploiting accomplished musicianship and crisp four-part harmonies that eschew the horrors of finger-in-the ear cliched nasal keening. |
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We love the Glee Club at Gig Junkies HQ – it seems the perfect venue for a Monday night gig. It’s more refined, the clientele seem little more gentry and very often you even get a seat to rest ones weary legs. Splendid! This relaxed setting is ideal for the soothing sounds of a couple of vocally excellent ladies, both of whom hail from Canadian shores – namely Hannah Georgas and Kathleen Edwards. |
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At 6ft 3 (with an unruly mop of curly brown hair adding an extra inch or two) and a ceiling that’s probably not much taller, bouncing up and down might not be the wisest thing to attempt. Somehow the hair’s owner manages to avoid serious brain damage though, even if members of the audience end the set risking their own craniums by quite literally dancing on the tables. Welcome to the world of George Barnett, a 17 year old multi instrumentalist, vocalist and producer recently described by Beardyman as “one talented muthafucka”...and he should know. Given his capacity for playing pretty much every instrument ever invented George (winner of Young Drummer of the Year way back in 2008) and his band take a similarly catholic approach to musical genres, deftly embracing everything from blues rock to piano ballads, ska, boogie woogie...sometimes in the same track. Of course all this could end up sounding like a dog’s dinner, that it doesn’t is down to George’s seemingly instinctive knack for just knowing what works. |
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It’s good to see cult US indie band Clap Your Hands Say Yeah back in Britain, as part of a European tour, much of which is sold-out. But judging from the half-full venue, the word hasn’t spread to Birmingham, which means a lot of folk are missing out on a treat. However, the small audience seems to be made up of hard-core appreciative fans who give the band a rapturous welcome. |
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Joanna Briggs - hmm! Her fish-net suspender stockings, kitsch cute bell-boy hat and double-buttoned breath-defying basque had me thinking Peter Gabriel and Prince, with the latter at his most disgustingly sublime erotomanic best. Her impossibly Michelangelo sculptured shoulders and mouth of Hades mascaraed eyes are an intoxicating incantation of desire. The alt. dominatrix danger Babe stage persona, bathed in ersatz Lucozade laser light and backed by a slut-bucket brutal cool band are a fearful delight. But, at the same time, there’s a seductive venerability. Imagine Debbie Harry and Captain Beefheart stroking a hungry tigress. At this gig your imagination was allowed to run wild. Feral fun for grown-up children. |
