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The Magnetic Fields “50 Song Memoir” Pt 2 – The Dome (08/09/2017)

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In reality, we missed the range of styles and voices. [fin]

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Written by Tony Kiernan

09 September 2017 at 10:12 am

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The Magnetic Fields “50 Song Memoir” Pt 1 – The Dome (07/09/2017)

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When this album was released, I thought I had been waiting years for a Magnetic Fields release where all the songs were sung by Merritt. [fin]

Written by Tony Kiernan

08 September 2017 at 10:11 am

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Fucked Up – The Haunt (28 October 2016)

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Promised myself I wouldn’t end the year frantically scribbling something to fill these out. Looks like I was wrong. Maybe the abandoned monthly post thing is a better idea. Although, there’s no-one reads this stuff. It’s just for my reference. Maybe I need to get back on top of it. Let’s see…

Couldn’t be arsed paying to see Fucked Up at a festival in London (even Bat For Lashes didn’t make the price worth it). Of course, nearer the date they announce that ‘extra’ show here. But it was in the execrable Oslo. No way on that. So, I hauled myself to Brighton to see them*.

As usual they were fantastic. I’ve often commented on how are what is ultimately a genre band so much better than others? Tonight I think I begin to pick up on it. It’s the three guitarists ans serious lack of shredding. They lock into a massive almost-motorik toungued-groove wall-off-sound. It’s rather mesmerising.

*Thinking I might have to stop doing this. The current Thameslink improvements moving the level of service back a notch to “downright painful”

Written by Tony Kiernan

29 October 2016 at 4:54 pm

Posted in Brighton, Gigs, London, Music

Allo Darlin’ – Sticky Mike’s Frog Bar (18 November 2014)

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Despite all my best intentions to keep this thing up to date this year, I have failed to do so. However, for my own benefit, I’m adding a placeholder-type post.

VERDICT: They still seem to love playing live. And, so they should. This stuff should be on the NHS. Wunnerful.

Written by Tony Kiernan

19 November 2014 at 10:17 am

Throwing Muses/Tanya Donnelly – Concorde 2 (24 September 2014)

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Despite all my best intentions to keep this thing up to date this year, I have failed to do so. However, for my own benefit, I’m adding a placeholder-type post.

VERDICT: Dodgy sound. didn’t dampen the joy of the crowd to see the reformation, though.

Written by Tony Kiernan

24 September 2014 at 4:19 pm

Posted in Brighton, Gigs, Music

The Handsome Family – Komedia/100 Club (12-14 May 2014)

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There are few things in the world that get me as joyed as The Handsome Family touring.  Well, where I can see them,  I mean.  Last time I only caught them the once, so this time, well in advance, I’ve got my self booked up for two of the easily gettable-to dates.  Then a second London date is announced.  Of course, this has been ascribed to their new found profile after their Far From Any Road was used as the theme tune to True Detective. But, they always sell out the 100 Club.  Why weren’t they in a bigger room?  They were last time.  Actually, shhhhh, ignore that. I’m very happy with getting to see them three times.

One of the great things about seeing Mr & Mrs Sparks live is the fact that they are pretty much a different band every time, depending on a few variables.  Prime amongst these is which guitar Brett has brought with him.  This tour, he’s twanging a whammy-barred Telecaster®. They’ve got the drummer bloke that’s been with them this side of the pond the last few times. So, it’s country-rock version that we get.  Which delivers to a rapturous Brighton an excellently balanced career-spannng set.  Including Somewhere Else To Be and All The Time In Airports back-to-back. The former, they have not played for too long. And, the combination of both rendered me a little unnecessary.  Rennie, keeping control, with regular reminders of “no jamming”.

Next night, the extra capital show, is about as perfect as they get.  Stunning. Markedly different set, which I thought was rather nice of them.

Last night, another of the variables comes into he mix; just how much has Brett had to drink.  Enough to be jolly, but also for the no jamming rule to fall on deaf ears.  Joined tonight by the musical saw bloke that normally does here, there’s a lot of messin’ about.  When The Helicopter Comes is transformed into a complete Doorsy sounding breakdown.  It’s black,  hilarious and rather wonderful.  Kinda like everything about this band.

They’re back in October.  Bigger venue.  Let’s see if we can force a second night there.

There’s a point tonight at which someone shuts at the gabbing mouths to shut up so we can hear the band.  Who, in turn, concur.  What

Written by Tony Kiernan

15 May 2014 at 2:54 pm

Brighton (or, yet another Spookey related post) Pt2

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Sage adviceBleary headed (not least of all due to the hostels very accommodating policy towards residents in the bar) we eventually surface on the Sunday with a plan: Breakfast, find the pub that’s showing the Celtic match, Meet M&S there, drink, go see Spookey, drink some more.

J’s scouted the area and found a cafe that looks like the place for breakfast. It’s close-by (same street as the Chinese place) so off we toddle. The fry up is not great, but passable. However, the cup of coffee that came with it could possibly be the most godawful cup of crap I’ve ever had the misfortune to find placed in front of me. When asked if everything was alright, I point this out. They don’t seem to care. Well, we shan’t return. The experience was slightly tempered by musing as to why they had a poster for Helensburgh on the wall and watching a young lady get some balloons together (not a euphemism) for ‘car-free Sunday’ as it apparently was.

So, to make up for the poor coffee, we head back to the Heart & Hand for the breakfast of champions: Bloody Marys. And, a damn fine one it is they do, too. Then, either as a result of being half cut, the stupendous hangover, or J coming down with the virus I’m just kicking back up from, we end up laid out in the park having a snooze. It’s a lovely sunny day and it’s great fun. Unfortunately, we have somewhere else to be, and that somewhere else appears to be a lot further than we’ve been led to believe.

The Lectern is, apparently, in the middle of the university area of town. It also has the most televisions I’ve seen in a pub outside of an ozzie/sports theme pub (any one, take you pick). Yet, for some reason the motley bunch of Celtic ex-pats are required to fork over £2 to use the dank attic area to watch their matches. Luckily, there’s a nice fire exit and beer garden to keep me entertained throughout. J opts to go sleep in a park, apparently it’s ‘good’. After the match we experience a strange incident where on asking who scored the last goal (Hibs, FWIW) results in a completely un-called for verbal assault from the broken Celts fan towards the one non-Scot in our group. Way to not uphold cultural stereotypes, douche.

We decide to taxi back into town, and it’s just as well because the rain comes on, my god does it come on. No longer it’s summer. The decision has been made to go to the meat version of the all-you-can-eat veggie curry shop, it’s on the way to the venue. Turns out the hugely advertised prices in the window relates to the veggie menu. Sneaky. OK, it’s only a couple of quid, but be honest in your advertising. Turns out not really to be worth it. The best stuff they do is the veggie. Well, filed for future reference.

Minako - justifiably triumphantSo, let’s not moan about the fact that the Concorde 2 is nearly as far out of town as the Lectern. At least the promenade(?) you pass along to get to it is covered. And, in this driving rain, that’s a godsend. (Was it really summer just hours ago?)

We get to the venue just after the first band have finished. We get teated to a couple of poems by the legendary (and local) Attila The Stockbroker. Not having lost any of his edge, wit or bile he made for the perfect compere. (If a fascist hits a poet, the poet’s doing something right).

They open with the mighty M3 from their debut album, and then proceed to give us (with one exception) a set of completely new tracks. OK, quite a whack are from the new Cheeky Girl ep, but I wasn’t familiar with it at this point. There’s also a handful of others that bodes well for future releases. They also close with a version of the Banana Splits theme that had no right to be so rockingly joyful and un-naff. A magnificent performance, but i could’ve strangled the sound man. Can’t wait to get them up to Glasgow.

It’s J’s first time seeing them and he’s gobsmacked (well, that’s my translation of the particularly rude comment he made). S hasn’t managed to extricate himself from chatting up smoking ladies outside the venue, so completely missed them. Fool.

Back up the hill to the Prince Albert for a lot of very drunken, very silly talk. Dontcha just love it when a plan comes together? (Actually, discovered today that the excellent Salter Cane were playing later that night. Oh well, you can’t have everything, and we did check all the listings we could find to see if they were playing while we were down.)

Written by Tony Kiernan

16 October 2007 at 4:10 pm

Posted in Brighton, Music, Spookey