Post by franklinmarsh on Jun 15, 2008 20:55:17 GMT
Despite stitch-ups, sellouts, illness,apathy and skintness, I finally got to my first gig of the year last night. Have missed flute-orientated,hippie proggies Jethro Tull, I did get to see saxophone/flute/clarinet - endowed wicked hippie space-rockers Gong - huzzah! Daevid Allen is off his chump and consequently a great front man, costume changes aplenty as the Pothead Pixies travelled through Space (and Time - some of 'em are getting on a bit!) Hopefully I'll be back for Adrian Sherwood/Mark Stewart & The Maffia/Stuff Luttle Fungurs on Wednesday. (Prog followed by punk - my music chronology) Note to Pulphack - Manufactured Romance have reformed (well who hasn't?) and will be playing the Camden Underworld on Friday Aug 15 - supported by another female-fronted punk-power-pop combo, Big Boy Tomato. Great days!
Post by franklinmarsh on Oct 10, 2015 13:39:19 GMT
Not so much London as Aldershot -
The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. Sublime. Sat through two support bands (Mototrcycle Display Team and Void) and then, the master. His voice isn't what it was but he has a pretty young band (in face make up and costumes) a weird dancer and a bucketful of costume changes and a sackful of songs. He came on wearing what looked like an enormous cloak, but must have had umpteen layers of clothing underneath as each time a song finished he'd take off the cloak to reveal a blue jacket, the blue jacket to reveal a red jacket, the red jacket to reveal a black frock coat etc. Lights turned down for a bizarre light-up waistcoat covered in a fibre optic rainbow, a gold sequined poncho for Time Captives, it was enthralling stuff. Faves were his take on I Put A Spell On You , and, inevitably Fire - the last number "It's a ritual - you have to get it right." Marvellous - and only two weeks until Wire!
Can't help wishing he could have done some of this though.
Post by franklinmarsh on Nov 16, 2015 20:41:38 GMT
Friday saw me toddling down to the West End Centre in Aldershot for the third time in just over a month. Incredible excitement this time – it’s the UK Subs! First seen in February 1979, last seen around the early 1990s, what will have changed? Deliberately went a bit later and arrived around 9 pm. Missed the first lot, but The Wonder Beers were taking to the stage. Fred Perrys, modern hair, stubbly beards, fast Ramonic songs about beer, kebabs, beer, one night stands, beer, hating your job, beer…they were OK and went down pretty well as I think they had a few supporters in. The Subs were far better than they had any right to be. Charlie Harper is 70 and looks a bit like Bernie Eccleston – in an Adverts t-shirt, but still has the energy to jump around (albeit in a kind of slow motion). Alvin Gibbs (from the Diminished Responsibility/Endangered Species years and subsequently on and off) was on bass. Jet was on guitar and Jamie Oliver (not than one) on drums and apparently they’ve been a stable unit for ten years. They started with You Don’t Belong and seemed to put in one of the newer songs then reverted to an older one alternately, so I was happy that Emotional Blackmail and Down On The Farm (as covered by Guns ‘N’ Roses) showed up as 3 and 5. Then it was just good time rock ’n’ roll with some social protest. A peak was reached with Tomorrows Girls followed by Warhead. Although I hadn’t stayed for encores by Arthur Brown or Wire, the Subs finished without doing CID so I felt it my duty to stay on. The encore was CID, I Live In A Car, Party In Paris* and New York State Police. To add to the Proustian A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu vibe, there was quite a lot of (empty, plastic) glass throwing, and I was handed a couple of flyers on the way out (one for 999). Apparently they’ve done some sort of crowd funding to finance their Z album (thus completing a series of albums that all begin with a different letter of the alphabet (Another Kind Of Blues, Brand New Age, Crash Course and so on). It looks as though this will be their last. 2017 will be the 40th anniversary so I assume they’re about ready to call it a day.
*Got back to the car just before eleven, and heard on the news about what had happened in Paris - this song, a silly party one that I’ve always liked, now has a strange poignancy.