Faces On Film 'Some Weather' album review (for kevchino.com)

Avid exploration and conquering new worlds does not come easy these days. With the world being so overpopulated and intertwined the only real place for exploring new and wild frontiers is music, and that's just what Boston act Faces On Film have done. Based on a recurring dream of lead singer and guitarist Mike Fiore their latest offering 'Some Weather' is a cross country caravan ride of heartfelt lyrics and musical excellence.

With sultry bass lines and drum fills, guitar riffs laden with sweet country twang, 60's influenced keys and Fiore's eerie crooning vocals, likened to those of Jim James (My Morning Jacket), the album eases you through a musical landscape unlike any other. Loosely based on a dream Fiore had of being an explorer, crossing uncharted territories and discovering new lands, the songs seem to follow his journey in a sense, starting off heady and striking before mellowing out into a deep heavy hearted tone.

Stand out tracks are definitely openers 'Knot In The Vine' and 'Moon's Row' with their striking guitar chords and almost tribal drum beats, followed by melodic ballad 'Harlem Rose' which melts like treacle over the ear drums. 'Great Move North' also impresses, exuding such sexiness and feeling it's almost like a prom dance number sung especially for those making out in dark corners. And with the addition of tribal sounding drum beats and jingling bells on tracks such as 'Make Nice' and 'Garrison' the album truly gives the feeling of crossing quiet eerie plains by caravan convoy at night.

Beautifully written and exceptionally executed this is a sure fire favorite you will never tire of listening to.

The Strange Boys 'Live Music' album review (for kevchino.com)

If indeed you can, imagine if The Strokes grew up in Texas… The results may have sounded a lot like Austin band The Strange Boys. With an ever-present country twang, quirky crooning vocals, surly guitar riffs and a side of harmonica all rooted solidly in old blues and R'n'B the band offers up an eclectic range of tunes on their latest effort 'Live Music'.

Opening with a cute piano-based pop ditty entitled 'Me and You' the album is off to a promising start. Tracks such as 'Punk Pyjamas', 'Omnia Boa', 'Mama Shelter' and 'My Life Beats Me' follow through with an upbeat country feel and great blues guitar riffs which show that not all country/blues artists' baby's have left them, nor are they down and out - at least not all of the time. And 'Omnia Boa' has a fantastic locomotive drum beat that makes you feel you've just hopped a freight train heading straight to the Mississippi delta.

Other tracks like 'Walking Two By Two', 'Saddest' and 'Over The River & Through The Woulds' follow a true slow surly country style, and the vocals on 'Right Before' are reminiscent of a lowly hound dog howling his blues at the moon.

I've never been averse to a bit of country and The Strange Boys certainly breathe some much needed new life into the genre. It may take a few listens, but 'Live Music' is a good little album bringing the old school to the new school with it's mix of blues piano, gritty country tones and subtle indie twists.

SHOW REVIEW: The Shins, Bowery Ballroom, New York City (25.9.11)

'Caring Is Creepy. Love is The Shins.'
Sunday 25th September 2011
Bowery Ballroom, New York City


Anticipation was high in the Bowery Ballroom on Sunday, evident by the large numbers present for opening act Faces On Film. Hailing from Boston the 5 piece certainly proved themselves worthy of the slot by delivering a great set. A sultry blues sound coupled with Bossa Nova drum beats on opening tracks 'Moon's Row' and 'Knot in the Vine' paved the way for a substantial set. The frontman's crooning and intense vocals sound not unlike those of Jim James (My Morning Jacket) but the music is slightly less country orientated, featuring moody guitars, 60's influenced keys and stand out guitar breaks. A fine appetizer for what was to come.

Having been a long time fan of The Shins but never having seen them this show was always going to be special, and oh so special it was. With many original members no longer with the band I was slightly apprehensive to see what musical improvisations and alterations were to be made with the new line up. My worries were quashed within the first few chords.

Opening with the heartfelt 'Caring Is Creepy' and a cracking version of 'Australia' Mercer's signature vocals rang throughout the Bowery like a musical prophet addressing his loyal followers. The wall of sound created by droning guitars and fuzz bass during 'Pam Berry' lead into an astounding rendition of 'Phantom Limb' - definitely the sing-a-long favorite of the night as far as the crowd was concerned. Pure vocal harmonies were beautifully held by new guitarist Jessica Dobson on 'Saint Simon', her true talents and enthusiasm being ever present throughout the show - especially on the amazing 'Kissing the Lipless'. 'New Slang' was played with such passion and delicacy I may have shed a tear, followed by 'So Says I' played with such gusto it snapped the crowd well and truly out of it's previous New Slang love trance.

They also played 2 new tracks which were met with enthusiasm, both having a much rockier element with slight reggae beats and tones. The greatest surprise of the night was the encore which contained 2 covers - the first being David Bowie's 'Ashes to Ashes', and the second Pink Floyd's 'Breathe'. Both are extremely ambitious covers as far as any band is concerned but The Shins hit the mark and served the tracks well, making them their own while staying true to their musical mastery. In closing they left us with 'Sleeping Lessons', playing it so well one of my friends present on the night is now having an excerpt of the lyrics tattooed on her forearm.

Truth be told, I do wish I'd been quick enough in The Shins' heyday to catch the band in it's original form. Their songs are so intricate and personal it would have been a joy to witness those who created them performing them together. But the new band is nothing to sneeze at, featuring Ron Lewis (Grand Archives) on keys, Eric D Johnson (Fruit Bats) on bass and Joe Plummer (Modest Mouse) on drums. With the addition of Jessie Dobson on guitar and the powerful creative force that is James Mercer it's clear the songs are in more than capable hands, and their live shows most definitely do them justice.

SHOW REVIEW: Editors, Hammersmith Apollo, London (21.10.09)

To Synth Or Not To Synth
Wednesday 21st October 2009
Hammersmith Apollo
　

The lesser-known Airship kicked of proceedings tonight but failed to take flight. They were dull, boring and every indie clad pop milais sounded the same as the next.

Novascotian outfit Wintersleep were an excellent main support. Reminiscent of Midlake and Wilco with a little Arcade Fire thrown in they provided us with fine story telling lyrics, hefty and wholesome guitars and a sound rhythm and drum section that made them an instant crowd favourite. A fine set of talented musicians that complement each other well and will be seen around the traps a lot more in the future I predict.

As you may know Editors have taken a liking to the synthesiser/80’s sound on their most recent slab In This Light And On This Evening, which has obviously worked as it went straight to number 1 in the UK. I personally hate both the synthesiser and the 80's, so was going to be a tough nut to crack. As they exploded on stage in a luminous haze of laser lights and an AV screen big enough to dwarf a zeppelin it became clear they hadn’t lost any of their indie-pop talents. The chasm of difference between old and new was clearly visible, with old hits such as An End Has A Start and Racing Rats pumped out to an adoring crowd. Their melodic riffs and walking-beat hard hits perfectly blend over the amazing tone of Tom Smith’s voice. This may be a random comparison but his vocals have a commanding presence not unlike Brian Blessed’s – they hold your attention whether you like it or not.

Synth-based newer hits such as Papillion were received with equal enthusiasm, coupled by audiovisuals that made you feel like you were in a remake of Tron. A great stage presence and stage show to boot, Editors showed us exactly why they went to number 1 and sold out 2 Brixton Academy shows the following week; cause regardless of whether or not you like synthesiser, they’re good. Damn good.

SHOW REVIEW: The Pixies, Brixton Academy, London (6-9.10.09)

The Legacy Lives On
Tuesday 6th-9th October 2009
Brixton Academy, London
　

With an array of supports and a set comprising of the entire ‘Dolittle’ album plus a few more hits thrown in, The Pixies residence at Brixton would have been hard pressed to disappoint.

The Big Pink did a fine job of opening proceedings on the first night with a wall-of-sound rock style that makes them hard to ignore. Bombay Bicycle Club jumped about a lot on the second night but didn’t seem to make that much noise – all show and no substance for me I’m afraid. Art Brut did their usual fine repetoire of socially observant comedy-laden hits, with a few funny-cause-they’re-so-bad jokes thrown in – I’ll never get sick of this band. And Friday’s offering of Dinosaur Pile Up was a mighty fine choice – a tight and rocky little 3 piece that could be set for big things if this set was anything to go by. It was their superb cover of The Beatles’ Please Please Me that won my vote – awesome! A good sound, a good set, a good rock’n’roll edge that should take them far.

It was announced prior to The Pixies shows that they’d be playing their Dolittle album in its entirety so we knew what to expect to an extent. It was so great to see them back on stage once again, and to see they hadn’t lost the pure indie rock feel that made them the legends they are today. Hits such as Debaser, Bleed, Gigantic and Monkeys were met with ecstatic applause, plus they threw in extra gems Hey, Into the White and Isla De Encanta. A mighty pleasant surprise.

There was little to no banter between band members on stage which might have disappointed some, but it only meant there was room for more songs and encores, of which there were 2 each night. They came, they played, they blew us away. Long may The Pixies legacy live on.

SHOW REVIEW: The Maccabees, Brixton Academy, London (3.10.09)

Please Sirs, May I Have Some More?
Saturday 3rd October 2009
Brixton Academy, London

The Lyrebirds. The name of the first support conjured up exciting visions of rock’n’roll perhaps inspired by The Yardbirds, which was perpetuated further by their look as they sauntered on in smart-but-cool collared shirts, jackets and jeans. But the dream ended there as they were yet another softer than necessary indie rock outfit with repetitive cliched riffs and lyrics.

Second on offer, Peggy Sue, came as a pleasant surprise. At first glance they reminded me of a female Mumford & Sons, with catchy country-esque tales of life and love coupled with finely crafted and creatively personable lyrics featuring guitars, drums, banjo and harmonica. Peggy Sue should go far due to their unique style and creative talents.

Next came the band whose rise to fame has been nothing short of a speeding freight train. With 2 EP’s, 2 albums and 10 singles under their belts the boys from Brighton have much to be proud of. Add to that list a sold out Brixton show and you have what lead singer Orlando Weeks touted as being ‘…probably the best night of our lives’. They played a fiery set and had Brixton in the palm of their hands from the get go.

Including Can You Give It?, Love You Better and No Kind Words they played an outstanding set, with Orlando’s musky tones leading a beautiful, melodic, guitar-driven indie rock set that definitely showed you why they stand out from the crowd. The bassists not afraid to show his rhythm, the drummer beats his skins with a fury, and the addition of horns in various tracks made it a perfect showcase of their ability and diversity. An excellent show, an excellent band, an excellent future ahead of them. May we see much more of The Maccabess.

SHOW REVIEW: Mott the Hoople, Hammersmith Apollo, London (2.10.09)

The Rock Returns
Friday 2nd October 2009
Hammersmith Apollo, London

　
Yet another gig that’s been 30 odd years in the making. Yet another room full of ‘mature’ gig-goers happy as Larry and ready to relive their youth. As I’ve said before, it’s hard to capture the excitement in a room full of people who have been waiting to see a band after 35 years. And I feel sorry for any support act that prolongs their return.

Gemma Ray did try their hardest, with their set up nicely ornamented by flowers, and lead singer wearing a Hawaiian style dress and beehive to match. It’s a shame their music failed to hit the spot. The basic surf rock/rockabilly formula was there but they were just too lacklustre and uneventful. That’s the problem with projecting an image – you must be able to back it up.

Mott the Hoople then reminded us why they’re such an influence in so many lives. Ian Hunter’s blues-rock hooks are almost beyond compare, and the overall pure rock feel of the band is one you don’t see much of these days. A gritty rawness exists there that has rarely been replicated, not so much in their signature track All The Young Dudes, but more so in songs such as One Of The Boys, Rock’n’Roll Queen, Downtown and Midnight Lady. And a heartfelt version of I Wish I Was Your Mother bought a tear to even the hardest rockers eye.

These shows were always going to be once in a lifetime rides. And cameos by members of Motley Crue and Mick Hunter’s daughter on back up vocals made them all the more memorable. A well-known Australian photographer – Tony Mott – turned up at one of the shows and confessed the band prompted his name change, showing just how much they mean to people. And I’ve no doubt the 5 show sold out run meant more than money in the bank to the members of Mott the Hoople.

SHOW REVIEW: Paolo Nutini, Hammersmith Apollo, London (30.9.09)

An All Round Sensation
Wednesday 30th September 2009
Hammersmith Apollo, London

It wouldn’t be hard to sound good following the supports on offer tonight. Will & The People: A catchy indie rock band with potential, providing they can learn to write one song that sounds different to the other. One Eskimo: the main support who everyone seemed keen to see. One Eskimo lasted one boring, uninspiring, nothing of note song for me then I was off to the bar.

I remember the first time I saw Paolo Nutini perform. It was on a breakfast show in Australia – Bert Newton I believe – and I was very taken with him. Not only because he was easy on the eye, but because of his hit at the time Jenny Don’t Be Hasty. The lyrics tell the tale of a young boy in love with an older woman and it does not go well. At the time it prompted me to think ‘If this guy can write such an eloquent heart-felt song at such a young age, imagine what he’ll be capable of when he’s older…’

With tunes ranging from blues to rock to country to pop and back again this kid can play. He is unassuming - spending most of his set hunched over clad in a beige corduroy jacket with his eyes closed - entertaining and unmissable. His erratic vocal stylings never seem out of place and his songful storytelling is superb. Couple that with a backing band that don’t fade into the limelight and take the music well up a notch and you have the musical formula that has made Mr Nutini the sensation he is today.

They were young, old, male and female and came for a good night out. What they got was great, and I thank Paolo for exposing a mainstream audience to some very worthy blues and country flavours within his pop lines.

SHOW REVIEW: Arctic Monkeys, Brixton Academy, London (26.8.09)

Full Support
Wednesday 26th August 2009
Brixton Academy, London

With Josh Homme having produced their latest album the Arctic Monkeys have improved on what was already an impressive sound. Their short punchy riffs have now been slowed down a notch and nurtured to become dark and brooding, sexy and scorching, and have been made more effective and mesmerising in doing so. I’ll admit I was a little more interested to see if Josh himself would make an appearance, though I do love Arctic Monkeys.

But low and behold who should be supporting them but Them Crooked Vultures – a new collaboration featuring Josh Homme, Dave Grohl and John Paul Jones. There’s nothing quite like the cheer of 5000+ people when they unexpectedly see Dave Grohl walk on stage, let alone with a pair of drum sticks. What followed was a heavy, riff-laden, rock’n’roll wall of sound that could come from no others. Reminiscent of QOTSA the tunes were hard hitting and powerful, matching perfectly with the sultry yet manly tones of Mr Homme. Yet another super group well deserving the ‘super’ title.

Bravely the Arctic Monkey’s then followed and did mighty well. Their new sound is brooding and moody at times but still delivers those catchy riffs and articulate lyrics without losing their edge. They churned out hits of new including Crying Lightening and Pretty Visitors, as well as old trusty’s I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor, When The Sun Goes Down, The View From The Afternoon and pleased the crowd no end.

Though it was hard to fathom the amazing line up we’d just seen as a support act The Monkeys held their own and showed they’re not just a few boys from up North banging them out. They’re growing, as is their music, and they’ll be here for many years to come.

SHOW REVIEW: Antony & the Johnsons, Hammersmith Apollo, London (27/5/09)

A Beautiful Person
Hammersmith Apollo, London
Wednesday 27th May 2009

I’ll admit first hand that this gig was purely a review writing exercise. I’d heard of Antony & the Johnsons and all my arty-farty friends had assured me they were absolutely fantastic, but I’m more of a rock riff kinda girl so had never bothered to bother until now.

The support was a performance artist named Joanna that did bizarre and questionably choreographed moves in an even more bizarre and questionable costume. She was dimly hued by a spotlight and looked like a bad guy from Alien or a female version of Predator. I’m not saying I could have done any better, but it looked like a collection of not-so-in-time-with-the-music arm and leg flailings with a few costume changes. The crowd loved it - whatever floats your boat I suppose.

Antony and the Johnsons were a lot less bizarre and much more in time, flowing and beautiful. The band consists of an amazing collection of musicians, all of whom seem to be classically trained or sessions musicians, with the ability to play more than one instrument whether it be oboe, drums, guitar, clarinet, violin or cello – all of which were featured. At the helm of it all is unlikely conductor Antony – a soft spoken angel-voiced prose-laden piano player who starts off shy and reserved, sweeping sweetly from one song to the next until he surveys the crowd and they in turn earn his respect. He finally opens up, sharing jokes and telling tales of how his songs came to fruition and showing you just how heartfelt his lyrics can be.

It was an outstanding performance even though I know none of their work previously. The highlight for me was a tune featuring a take of ‘…being in love with a beautiful boy…’ consisting of mainly piano with a little guitar and his voice bewitching all and the story, being that of loves had and lost and marking the heart. After this song all others seemed to pale in comparison and for the second half of the show I found myself getting slightly restless. Antony and the band are amazing musicians and have put together and outfit that is rivalled by none in their genre, but in the end I did find a lot of the songs sounding too similar.

However so they were entertaining, and after an intimate and humorous explanation of ‘Heaven Mountain’ – the story of a female Jesus being resurrected in the Afghanistan mountains – Antony and the Johnsons showed us there’s no limit to the imagination, what you can do or who you can be.
　

SHOW REVIEW: Maximo Park, Brixton Academy, London (26/5/09)

Apply Some Pressure
Tuesday 26th May 2009
Brixton Academy, London

Maximo Park are England’s answer to Grinspoon: everyone loves them whether it be for their punchy pop-rock style, care free Northern stained lyrics or stylish dress sense and dance moves. They’re an easy band to love and even easier to sing along to, so it’s no surprise they spent 2 sold out nights at Brixton, especially when backed by popular newcomers The Noisettes.

The Noisettes have eclectic musical influences and it shows. Every song tells a different story, with guitar riffs and drum beats bouncing from the synth-pop of the 80’s to the proper R’n’B riffs of the 60’s. Their lyrics tell you to shake your tail feather whilst musing of loves won and lost, all with the soul driven smoky vocals of Shingai Shoniwa.

Maximo Park then explode at us like a firecracker with perfect stepping stone chord progressions and stick cracking beats. They’re a tight outfit with a stylish pop sound and an even more stylish lead singer. Paul Smith looks the part in his usual white collared shirt, black suit, sleeves rolled up and black bowler hat, and this man has the moves. His Northern twang and charm bounce around the stage along with his sexy crutch thrusts and leg kicks that catch every girls eye.

They pull out all their hits including Graffiti, I Want You To Stay, Limassol, Girls Who Play Guitar, and finish off with obvious crowd favourite Apply Some Pressure – a song I hold dear to my heart and live by more often than not in my various world travels. And after such an amazing show I will continue to do so.

SHOW REVIEW: The Specials, Brixton Academy, London (7/5/09)

Come on in, it's been a while...
Thursday 7th May 2009
Brixton Academy, London

Thanks to my folks I’ve been listening to The Specials from a very young age. ‘A Message To You Rudy’ was a favourite of mine as a little girl and I played it so much even my folks got sick of it. So when, after 30 odd years, the boys from Coventry announced 5 – count ‘em 5! – night’s at Brixton Academy I was first to sign up for bar shifts.

Then came the wait – 3 months of barely containable excitement pushed to boiling point until the afternoon of the first show. I ran throughout my day job shouting ‘Happy Specials Day!’ to everyone, listened to their tunes all day and watched old footage of clubs gig’s I wished I’d been alive for. Then I got the call. 5:15pm Wednesday 6th May 2009. 45 minutes until I was due to work at Brixton. ‘It’s Tina’ said my boss ‘They’ve cancelled due to illness’.

My screams echoed throughout the office and snapped everyone out of their Outlook afternoon haze. This was awful! This was horrible! ‘They haven’t cancelled tomorrow though so be on stand by’. We’d been waiting for 30 years I suppose, what’s one more day?

It’s hard to describe the energy that fills a room when 5000+ people arrive to see a band they’ve been waiting to see for 30 years. To say everyone was ‘excited’ would be an understatement (and my tips for the next 5 nights certainly proved this!). Sitting through supports was almost torture, apart from the Dub Pistols who played the first 2 nights and were excellent. But I’ve gotta say, Ska these days just isn’t the same. I’m not sure if it’s the cultural influence, social conscience or music that’s lacking, but it just ain’t the same.

There was also a DJ and MC playing some top notch old ska and dance hall tunes that provided perfect pre-set sing-a-long conditions. Every night the crowd turned into a grand choir delivering drunken versions of ‘A Town Called Malice’ and ‘The Israelites’ at the will of the MC. And his ever present chant of "Ruuudde Boooyyy’ was always met with an enthusiastic response.

Anticipation was at breaking point when The Specials hit the stage. Opening with ‘Do The Dog’ they set Brixton off – beers were thrown, clothes and bags were cast aside as years of bottled up skanking exploded in 2 hours of beats, jams and lyrics that have been blasted in bedrooms for years. They played the perfect set each time: Monkey Man, Little Rich Girl, Rudy, Rat Race, Ghost Town, my very favourite Night Klub, and the perfect finale Enjoy Yourself.

It was so amazing to see The Specials after 30 years off the circuit, and after some tumultuous times they’re still as relevant as ever. Their performances were spot on and they never missed a beat, nor the chance to convey their regret to the crowd for having taken 30 years to return. I am now stylishly equipped with a Specials bag and T-shirt (never to be worn together lest ye risk looking like a stalker). They later announced shows at both Glastonbury and Hammersmith Apollo (my other place of bar tending) which pleased me no end, as they became like a house band no one ever wanted to see the end of at Brixton. Once they were gone I missed them so. And as I recall these skatastic tales I feel butterflies in my stomach as I remember the excitement and happiness they’re shows produced in people.

Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.

SHOW REVIEW: James Morrison, Hammersmith Apollo (30/3/09)

Where have all the real men gone?
Monday 30th March 2009
Hammersmith Apollo, London

Being greeted by a queue with the average age of 12 on my way into work I knew it was to be a long night. Singer-songwriters must have a special something to be truly enticing as when it comes down to it all entertainment value lies with them. I’d heard a few James Morrison songs back in my HMV days (usually the same song repeated 2000 times in a day) and was never that excited by him. Unfortunately for Mr Morrison this feeling hasn’t changed.

Both supports were in the same vein, and by that I mean they sounded almost exactly the same. First up was Karlma, an extremely talented singer-songwriter who appeared to hail from London and was extremely young. Karlma gets 10 points just for making it this far at such a young age and in time will develop their own style and be a class-A knock out, but at the moment they’re playing the exact same music as Mr Morrison bar a not too shabby cover of Kings Of Leon’s ‘Use Somebody’. Unfortunately Karlma’s debut at the Apollo was marred by the fact that no-one could tell if they were watching a boy or a girl (and nor could I)! Clad in a grey sweat shirt, tight black jeans and sporting a fine looking well-groomed Afro with clip at the back he/she simply confused most of the audience. 1 out of every 2 customers was coming to the bar not for a drink, but for gender clarification.

Next up were English band Vagabon. Not much to say here but music by numbers. Think the voice of Terence Trent D’arby with the slight funky style of Living Colour, then dumb it down by 1000 and you may come close to how average they were, but the youngin’s seemed to like them... the guitarist was cute… not much else to report really…

Mr Morrison then joined us for what was to be a night of complete and utter total boredom. With a sterling group of session musicians and back-up singers behind him the music didn’t sound at all bad, it was just as unimaginative as all hell. He has a good voice, I’ll give him that. Call me an old cynical spinster but I am well wary of any straight man that sings about love so much. Every song was about love – EVERY SONG. Has this boy had nothing else in his life? I’m all for a good love song but every lyric ended with ‘Ooooh baby. I love you baby. I need you baby. Hold me baby’. Please stop before I puke baby.

He played his various hits and a long drawn out cover of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Uptight’, much to the delight of the 12-18 year old females and varied couples that filled the Apollo, so all in all he provides a good night of wholesome family fun - though he did say shit once, and an older couple in front of my bar definitely should have been done for indecent exposure the way they were carrying on, they very nearly swallowed each other whole. But by no means is this boy ever going to make a long lasting or legendary mark in British musical history. By the end of the night my bar manager and I were devoid of either of our bubbly personages, that’s how truly boring he was – he literally sucked the life out of us. In the end he simply left us thinking he was no more than a chav James Blunt.

Please don’t get me started on James Blunt…

SHOW REVIEW: You Am I, The Electric Ballroom, Camden (27/3/09)

Where do I start, Where do I begin
Friday 27th March 2009

Electric Ballroom, Camden

Until now I hadn’t seen any Australian bands play in London. I’ve often thought paying pounds to see bands I can see at home was slightly pointless and I should be immersing myself in British and European culture. But if ever there was a reason to break tradition it be You Am I. Plus I knew a few people from home were going and I hadn’t seen them for an age, and I love Tim Rogers. A lot.

I hadn’t been to Camden for a while and was glad I opted for black jeans and a black cardigan as apparently black is compulsory when walking the streets of this London borough, along with black hair, metal studs, stripes, piercings and a massive chip (burnt until black) on your shoulder. I’m afraid I let the team down on the latter. Once inside the Electric Ballroom however it could have been any capital city in Australia. I did pick a French accent here; a Polish accent there; but most of the audience were Antipodeans. I admit I missed the support act due to a nice glass of white and a vegetarian pho down the road, but if I hadn’t have done my friend Oli and I wouldn’t have scored free tickets from the lovely lady sitting next to us in the restaurant (thanks so much Mel Crawford, I owe you one!). So instead of forking out our hard earned pounds Oli and I took on the guise of Stephen Pritchard +1 and swanned our way through the door. Gracias Mr Pritchard, whoever and wherever you are.

With drinks in hand we watched You Am I take to the stage looking extremely dapper in various vest, neck scarf and trilby hat ensembles – I’m not sure if this was purely for the UK or their normal attire nowadays as I haven’t seen them for nigh on 2 years, but they looked great and their usual fiery spark was ever present. They filled the first ¼ of the set with a good mix of fast and slower paced newbies – apologies for not providing a proper set list but as I mentioned, being out of Oz for almost 2 years has lead me to neglect the Australian music scene somewhat. One thing I can tell you is that Mr Rogers has been practising his dance moves in the mirror, looking somewhat like a cross between Iggy Pop and Steven Tyler he smashed, shimmied and hip-thrusted his way across the stage like a bawdry burlesque dancer, all the while using his axe as a tool of sexual persuasion. And as always has been and forever will be Davey Lane sang to us through those magical finger formations backed by the ever-solid never-swayed rhythm and beats of the mighty Andy Kent and Rusty. You can tell this band has been together forever as their shows are effortless but still full of fire and passion every time.

They made my night complete by playing Cathy’s Clown, Berlin Chair, Purple Sneakers and Mr Milk – cliché I know but they excite me no end! They also threw me for six when in the encore they returned to sing Thank God I’ve Hit The Bottom, as it was the first time I had ever seen them play it and therefore the first time I had ever seen Tim Rogers without a guitar strapped to him - EVER, let alone singing! It wasn’t at all an unpleasant experience but I must admit it unnerved me somewhat. So after a two hour Australian sing-and-dance-a-long You Am I left us to return home with a four-pronged salute and vivacious waves.

Mid-way through their set I accidentally bumped the girl next to me whilst dancing and turned around to apologise, only to find it was a French girl I work with at the Hammersmith Apollo, which was quite random indeed. When I asked how she knew the band she told me she lived with two Australian boys who insisted that she come and see them. She then asked me how well I knew the band which got me to thinking – You Am I were the very first band I went to see at my very first all ages gig, taking place at The Metro Theatre in Sydney. Little did I know then that I’d go on to book both the venue and band throughout various stages of my venue booking career. Funny how it all begins…

SHOW REVIEW: Franz Ferdinand, Hammersmith Apollo (9/3/2009)

All Good Things Begin With F
Monday 9th March 2009

Hammersmith Apollo, London

I could go so far as to say I’m a musical snob. If a band changes their stylistic or musical trajectory it must be for the better, for the greater good of music and rock’n’roll itself, or they face a downhill slide on my popularity front. I am ashamed to admit I thought Franz Ferdinand had failed in their recent plight and turned their FF Porsche in the wrong direction. I would like to admit publicly that I was so very, very wrong.

Supported by San Diego outfit The Soft Pack (www.myspace.com/thesoftpack) - an indie pop quartet who with time and a good run on the show circuit are definitely one to watch – Franz Ferdinand eventually took to the stage in a packed and pumped Hammersmith Apollo. I haven’t seen this band for a very long time (I’d say at least 4 years!) and by god how they’ve grown. Their sound is impeccably tight and they play like all four were born joined at the hips. I recall once going to see the red Hot Chili Peppers and being astounded at the amount of songs I knew every single word to (Ie: all of them), and tonight was much the same. The boys have an unbelievable amount of hits (and misses, or so I thought…), all of which I sang at the top of my lungs, and all of which are done nowhere near to justice when listened to on CD.

They cranked out such familiar hits as ‘Dark of the Matinee’ , ‘Do You Wanna’, ‘Take Me Out’, ‘Ulysses’, ‘Michael’, ‘Walk Away’ and countless more, all of which were crowd pleasers – an outstanding set list for sure. Plus their stage presence is electrifying – from their finger mirrored guitar progressions to their heart thumping walking beat drum sequences. I’ll be the first to say I think their drummer is not the best in the world – his simple drum beats seem void of technicality and would be perfect for your first ever drum lesson – but if he ever missed one of those beats the whole outfit would fall apart. Their guitar chords cling to and flow forward with every simple yet astoundingly effective pulse on the skins, and the result is an immaculate and stylish rock’n’roll performance.

As for the rest of the band their chords are always perfectly synchronised and delivered with such strength and execution it makes you want to scream and shout. And every now and then Alex and Nick let go and break into sporadic guitar improv’s and solo’s that leave you for dead and show you that beneath this well-kept disco rock outfit lies and ripped-jean denim-clad guitar wolf waiting to attack. Alongside that, I have always loved their well-timed use of ‘la la la’s’ and ‘do do do’s’. My Stepfather always taught us the use of such measures were a cop out so as to avoid writing proper lyrics, but these four have sullied his wisdom. It’s cute, it’s catchy and I found myself la-la-la-ing and do-do-do-ing their songs all the next day long.

Image-wise I consider them to be the most stylish band in rock’n’roll. Even with four Scottsmen present the closest thing we came to tartan was the immense checkered video screen backdrop displaying scenes of sexy girls, street-scapes, fire and various psychedelic swirls and shapes Pink Floyd would be proud to call their own. And as a lady there’s no denying it – dressed head to toe in jet black bar a striking red belt, coupled with deep Scottish dulcet tones and a commanding presence Alex Kapranos is nothing short of modern rock’s 007 – he looked gooooooooood!

And after all that they left us on the most amazing synth keyboard intro and 5-man strong everybody-solo drums finale I have ever seen! So, in short, Franz Ferdinand rock. They’re classy, they’re cool, they rip their instruments apart and if you dare to challenge them they’ll tear you to bits.

Their fire is outta control, and they burned this city.
Burned this city.
Yeah.

SHOW REVIEW: New Kids On The Block, Hammermsith Apollo (25/1/2009)

THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT

Sunday 25th January 2009

Hammersmith Apollo, London

Over months passed I have been lucky enough to witness the pop party travelling circus that is the New Kids On The Block reformation tour, not once, but twice! Yes, I be one of the privelidged few. The first time was at an in-store for the music chain I worked for on Oxford Street, the second being at their not-so-sold-out show at The Apollo (bearing in mind they did play the O2 Arena the night before).

Let's face it - the kids are old. Every now and then you catch a glimpse of their former glory - Joey's big blue eyes, Jordan's brunette blow wave - but apart from that they're just five mature-aged crooners going through the motions both physically and vocally.

None of this was a suprise to me, as I see boy band comeback's through cynical eyes. Don't get me wrong - I loved NKOTB as a child and even recall having a Jordan night shirt - but I'd like to think my musical tastes have graduated somewhat, and I find it hard not to laugh when they pull out the old 'doing it for the fans not the money' routine. But the thing that suprised me most about this tour was not the still over-priced but somewhat tackier 'bedazzled' merchandise, nor the exhuberant ticket price, the flourescent stage set up or their hideous cover of The Stones' 'Start Me Up'. No, all these things paled in comparison to the aging, screaming mass that was their audience.

At Oxford Street I saw mature working women and mothers alike camp outside the store for over 2 days on the hard pavement in the freezing weather just to catch a glimpse of The Kids - some carrying with them their very own kids! Once inside, said babies were tossed aside and CD browsers were crushed, all in a vain attempt to get to the front and then scream solidly for 3 hours prior to their appearance. The spectacular fashion in which they were greeted once they took to the stage (late) was nothing short of Beatlemania - minus the musical talent of course. The store had to be closed due to overcrowding in the end whilst everyone got their autographs and pictures taken with the fab five.

The scenes at Hammersmith Apollo were similar if not worse. The massive line of one-gig-a-year mothers and wall-to-wall females (I didn't see one male - not a one) stood in the rain - some for over 8 hours - screaming, crying, re-doing their dampened hair and make up and giving the evil eye to the 200+ women who paid over £300 for a ticket that included a meet-and-greet with The Kids before the show. I later discovered, to my horror, these women belonged to a group that were following The Kids to every show around the UK on their very own tour bus, staying in the same hotels, and even running competition's such as 'Guess the NKOTB room number' for prizes and such...?!?!?!

And as The Kids eventually graced the stage house staff and security feared for their lives. Hair was pulled, tears flowed and the balcony shook concerningly as screaming hysterically became the order of the day and The Kids rolled through classics such as 'Step By Step', 'The Right Stuff', 'Hang Tough' and various new tunes I don't know the names of.

Screaming? Crying?? £300 tickets??? I feel I may have missed the boat on this one, as being a 29 year old female and former fan myself I can think of a thousand things I'd rather do with my money and two thousand places I'd rather be. I suppose you could say these women are a testament to that little part of us that never grew up. The part that loves jumping on the bed, watching cartoons, spending £500 in one night and coming home with a bad case of tinitus and a new t-shirt to wear down the local.

In saying all this I must admit to feeling a twinge of excitement, a rush even, as I got to meet The Kids very briefly. As they ran briefly through the rain and up the backstage stairwell from main stage to the balcony (to perform the aforementioned in-the-crowd cover of The Stones' 'Start Me Up') I had the illustrious duty of mopping the stairs dry whilst they sang, as one of them had slipped over backstage earlier and they didn't want a repeat of that on their swift return back to the stage.

They said 'Hi!'. I said 'Hi! Please don't fall or I'll get the sack!'; standing there, mop in hand - not unlike Baby carrying the watermelon in Dirty Dancing - thinking how close I'd just come to the 5 boys I'd drooled over constantly for many of my teenage years, and realising everyone gets old one day.

But not all of us chose to do it with dignity.

VENUE REVIEW: The Hammersmith Apollo, London

HAMMERSMITH APOLLO

45 QUEEN CAROLINE STREET, LONDON

PH: Venue 02085 633 800 / Tickets 08448 444 748

www.hammersmithapollo.net

It may be far from the sunny shores from Australia, but I also work here. Yes, I'm that lucky!

LOCATION & ACCESSABILITY

Situated under the Hammersmith fly-over and right next to Hammersmith tube The Apollo is very easy to get to and can be reached by various tube lines. It also has an 11pm curfew so you're guaranteed a tube ride home - unless you go for post-show bevvy's at The Duke around the corner, in which case it's a hell of a long night bus ride for you.

VENUE LAYOUT & BARS

I can't begin to explain the beauty and history of this venue! Opening in 1932 it is now heritage listed and has had various names in the past, beginning with the Gaumont Palace, then The Odeon and finally The Apollo. Most of the interior remains from the early days (besides the odd lick of paint here and there). Upon entering the stalls area you feel an amazing sense of grandeur as the magnificent layered roof opens above you and the huge organ pipes line the walls. That's right - an organ! The Compton Pipe Organ was installed in 1932, but due to disrepair was removed in 1992. However it was then reassembled, cleaned and re-installed in 2007 by the English Heritage Society. I haven't had the chance to see it (yet...), but hear it rises on a hydrolic platform out of the centre of the stage and sounds amazing.

Moving up a level to the Dress Circle keep an eye out for the golden faces of evil that protrude from the walls next to the toilets. For 6 months working at The Apollo I didn't notice them, then all of a sudden they were there - very strange... And I have no doubt there are lost souls floating aorund the place as there's a photo in our break room of the original staff ready for work on the opening day, and apparently the floors used to be all marble and the theatre was used as a morgue during the WW1.

The original fixtures unfortunately reach all the way down to the plumbing, so the toilets can leave a little to be desired. But these are the sacrifices you make when branding a buildig as listed as any minor repair can cost a fortune, so this will affect the state of things like plumbing and air conditioning. And do take heed, as that is one thing The Apollo doesn't have so it's bone-numbingly freezing in Winter and suffocatingly hot in Summer.

With 2 stalls bars (rock nights only), 4 foyer bars and one large circle bar there are ample places to get a drink, and you can even get a 'Saucy Hot Dog' should be hungry - and adventurous.

TICKETS & SHOWS

All tickets are sold through Ticketmaster at the number listed above or their website (www.ticketmaster.co.uk). As for entertainment, where do I start?! Historical shows include amazing talent such as The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bob Marley, Eric Clapton in The Yardbirds, Johnny Cash, Queen, Neil Young, Springsteen, David Bowie's last ever performance as Ziggy Stardust and so many more! And it is still extremely versatile in it's wealth of entertainment, hosting everything from High School Musical and Spongebob Squarepants to Primal Scream, Mighty Boosh, Scouting For Girls, Mogwai, plus the annual 'No Sleep To Hammersmith' Motorhead show. And let's not forget the famed 'Live At The Apollo' stand up comedy series started by Jack Dee, now featuring hilarious names such as Lenny Henry, Michael McIntyre, Frankie Boyle, Daria O'Brien, Rusell Howard... Phew!

So whether it be a rock show, comedy gig, kids cartoon or musical, The Apollo is a great night out and an amazing piece of London's history. It's been enertaining this city for over 100 years - here's hoping there's many more to come.

VENUE REVIEW: The Gaelic Club, Sydney, Australia

THE GAELIC CLUB

64 DEVONSHIRE STREET, SURRY HILLS, AUSTRALIA

PH: (00 612) 9211 1687

www.thegaelic.com

Despite the name and well-hidden members bar upstairs the only thing Irish about the Gaelic Club is the Celtic script on the toilet doors. There is that weird sculpture of the face above the stage, but I'm not sure that he has any irish ties...

LOCATION & ACCESSABILITY

The club is situated just behind Central Station and about 5 minutes down the hill from Crown Street so access is easy from all angles. There is a members area atop the club but this is more remeniscent of a workers club or RSL and is seperate to the venue itself, but does serve as a great hiring space for parties as it is big and has a balcony - very nice!

VENUE LAYOUT & BARS

As one of the newer venues in Sydney the Gaelic doesn't do too badly. It's a good size and has an excellent viewing balcony on the upper level that I have seen many an idiot launch themselves off. The sound and sight lines are always good (if you're not short), but try to get a spot close to the stage as it can reach scorching temperatures in there when full, so if you're stood further back underneath the upper level the sound can get lost and the heat... well, lets just say you're going to need fluids. But do look out for the various centrally placed pillars, and also try to avoid standing on the left side of the room as you'll inevitably get caught in the cross flow of people heading toward the toilets.

There is only one main bar runnning along the right hand side of the room so getting a drink is always a challenge. However if you can reach the front there is a little space between the end of the bar and front of the stage that tends to remain hidden and relatively roomy, so drinking and dancing can be had.

TICKETS & SHOWS

When I left home (over a year ago) The Gaelic seemed to be nabbing a lot of the great gig's that would normally have been at the Metro or Annandale so there's always a reason to head to the club. The staff are always friendly and fun, the drinks are reasonably priced and the bands are always on form. A host of Australian acts have played there including Regurgitator and Beasts of Bourbon, as well as internationals such as The Datsuns, NOFX, My Morning Jacket, Ben Kweller, Jamie T and many more. It also has a late license so keep an eye out for the odd dance party mash up. All tickets for the club are sold through www.moshtix.com.au which can be a very convenient way of booking, but for goodness sake don't forget your ticket print-out and/or your Moshtix card or you're screwed.

All in all the venue is worth a squiz due to great line up's and atmosphere. And if you can come out the other end of the gig feeling riled up and ready to go (which you hopefully should), beware the mad Madison and Strawberry Hills Hotel on either side, as I have seen them make mice out of many, many men.

VENUE REVIEW: The Annandale Hotel, Sydney, Australia

THE ANNANDALE HOTEL

17-19 PARRAMATTA ROAD, ANNANDALE, SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

PH: (00 612) 9550 1078

www.annandalehotel.com

And here we have yet another biased review from Meredith! As with most of the venues I review, I also worked at The Annandale Hotel for many years, both as a Venue Entertainment Booker and moonlighting as a door and bar girl. If you really want to get down to the rock'n'roll nitty gritty in the city of Sydney, this be the place. It's dark, it's dirty, your shoes stick to the floor and you'll sweat like a pig - but that's the way it should be. Like most venues in Sydney, The Dale has been to hell and back with neighbourhood complaints, noise restrictions, 'unsavoury' clientele and pokie wars, but it's still standing. The pub has been there since the 1930's but did not always feature live music. In fact, the music was silenced as recently as 1998, but current owners Matt and Dan Rule ensured that was short lived and returned it to its former glory in 2000.

LOCATION & ACCESSABILITY

It's location isn't exactly central but the venue is easy to get to nonetheless as it lies on the factory outlet super highway that is Parramatta Road - directly opposite car hoon central, otherwise known as Stanmore McDonalds. This road runs all the way from Parramatta (funnily enough) right into the heart of the city so as far as public transport goes the bus is it, as lots of them run along that road. Stanmore train station is about 20 minutes walk away but the bus is much easier. And don't ever drive as the neighbours always complain about lack of parking when there's a show on, and who are we kidding, you're going to want a drink anyway.

VENUE LAYOUT & BARS

I'm not going to lie - the pub is small. There is a small bar in the main entrance called Raymond J's (named after the owners' Uncle), which hosts various nights showcasing Sydney's unsigned talen, and sometimes serves as a second stage at larger shows. There's also a room off the side of Raymond J's that holds pokies (yuk) and a fabulous feature wall of photo's by local photographer Colin J Lucas (yay).

Then there's the main room bar which has played host to numerous international and Australian bands, and photo's of gig's gone by adorn the walls reminding you just how much rock'n'roll sweat has gone into this place. As far as sight lines go, if you're short, you're screwed. The room is small and there is NO (and I mean NIL) space between stage and crowd. There is a raised mezzanine at the very back of the room and a small row of bench seats in front of the sound desk on the left hand side, so unless you acquire one of these aforementioned spots it's every man for himself. The main room bar is big but runs down one side of the room so getting there and back with a drink can be interesting. But the air conditioning is non-existant, so to some extent getting a complete stranger's drink spilled down your back can come as somewhat of a sweet relief.

There is also a fantastic beer garden and Thai restaurant called Wok'n'Roll (What a great name! I wonder what wonderful creative person thought that one up??...) which is extremely useful should you arrive to the gig feeling hungry, or are partial to reclining comfortably in the sunshine watching sport, schooner in one hand, chicken satay skewer in the other.

TICKETS & SHOWS

The Dale sells all it's own tickets via the website and phone number listed above. It has very much a community feel to it, hosting wild, weird, whacky and wonderful Cult Sinema movie screenings every Monday night (www.mumeson.org), as well as weekend 'Pub Cha' hangover sessions, and annual Birthday Week (June), Christmas Eve and Boxing Day celebrations which are nothing short of a Sydney music scene institution.

It's stage has been graced by everyone from the The Dandy Warhols to Jet, The Dwarves to The Bronx, Yeah Yeah Yeahs to Clutch, International Noise Conspiracy to 5,6,7,8's, and countless amazing Australian bands that are to numerous to mention here. Let's just say The Dale is the place you sell out spectacularly before moving on to national big venue sell-out tours and superstardom. Because of this most shows are literally an explosion of riffs, lights, screams and air-born plastic schooner cups. I'm not sure what happens but artists seem to become possessed at The Dale - climbing stacks, crowd surfing, swinging from the roof - not to mention the fact that the surface of the main room bar is level with and leads straight onto the stage, meaning band members can strut their stuff catwalk-styles to the back of the room, serenade them up close, do a turn, grab a beer and shimmy their way back onto stage.

So if you're in Sydney and want to witness some true blue, no holds barred Australian rock'n'roll look no further than The Dale. The crowd are cool, the staff are fun, and the owners... well, lest you desire an afterlife in the fiery depths of hell, stay far, far away from them...

VENUE REVIEW: The Metro Theatre, Sydney, Australia

THE METRO THEATRE

624 GEORGE ST. SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA
PH: (00 612) 9550 3666
http://www.metrotheatre.com.au/

I spent the best part of my life working for this venue, so admittedly this review will be bias! I worked as Assistant Venue Booker here from 20-24 years of age so I know the place inside out, and remember almost every amazing show I saw there...?

LOCATION & ACCESSIBILITY

Being smack bang in the centre of George Street in the city (opp. the cinemas) makes this venue very easy to get to. Town Hall train station is just up the road, and every bus you can imagine runs to George Street and Town Hall so you're set. I believe it's curfew is now Midnight, so alas, gone are the heady days of Fuzzy dance parties and Frisky extravaganza's, but it's being owned by the Century Venues group (who also run The Enmore Theatre and The Factory venues in Sydney) means it still pulls good shows.

VENUE LAYOUT & BARS

As for the venue itself, it is my favourite to see gig's at by far. The massive flight of stairs upon entry gives you some much needed exercise before you fill yourself with intoxicants (try climbing those buggers with a hangover!), and the chandelier in the lush, red, theatre-themed foyer (as created by designer Brian Thompson) gives it an air of cabaret; burlesque even (FYI: the chandelier is plastic).

The ill-fated 'Lair' (aka Roma Room) has had more facelift's than Michael Jackson, rendering it hard to get a feel for. But it is now a permanent film set for the MTV Live show of the same name, which is probably for the best, as it's addition to the Metro's main room was akin to sticking a one story fibro house onto the side of Buckingham Palace.

The main room (see photo at top), however, is another story altogether. This room is by far the best place to see live music in Sydney - and I'm not saying that because I always got to stand on the backstage stairs above the dance floor. The stage isn't too big and neither is the dance floor, so if you are standing on the flat you're close and can always see. The remainder of the room is large tiered steps meaning you can always see from wherever you are, providing some vertically-blessed being doesn't stand in front of you. There's even a seated balcony to the left of the room should any of you injured, golden oldies or once-gig-a-year novices need to sit down. There's air conditioning, (usually) clean toilets, space to sit, drink, dance - what more could you ask for?

There are only 2 bars - one at the back of the main room, and a larger in the foyer - but as the venue is not massive in size it's usually quite easy to get liquified. The only thing it doesn't have is food, but it is situated on a fast food freeway, so when stumbling down the stairs post-show I dare you to ignore the neon calls of McDonalds, KFC, Hungry Jacks (aka Burger King), or even Ali Baba's.

TICKETING & SHOWS

All Century venues do their own ticketing, as well as sometimes going through Ticketmaster/Ticketek, so check listings for details. You can always buy tickets from The Metro website (www.metrotheatre.com.au) or over the phone on #9550 3666. But as always, be sure to opt for the 'print tickets at home' or postal option, as the ticket collection queues are always long no matter when you arrive.

As mentioned previously the Metro used to have a 24 hour license which meant all night dance-a-thon's were always on the agenda from the likes of Fuzzy, Jam and Frisky. The license has since been cut (thank you Mr Sartor) which means it's curfew is Midnight. But even before this happened The Metro played host to some of the most amazing acts of our time, especially considering it usually picks up most of the Big Day Out festival side shows. I saw more bands and DJ's at this venue than I could ever begin to remember, but some that spring to mind are:

BILLY BRAGG, COLDPLAY, AT THE DRIVE IN, CRYSTAL METHOD, THE WHITE STRIPES, PERRY FARRELL, FOO FIGHTERS, WILCO, XZIBIT, MIDNIGHT OIL, MUDHONEY, QUEENS OF THE STONEAGE, LOU REED, RONI SIZE, LTJ BUKEM, UGLY DUCKLING, JURASSIC 5, JET, CRAZY PENIS, SHANE McGOWAN, BETH ORTON, THE DONNAS, THE STRANGLERS, and so many more you wouldn't believe..

Needless to say The Metro is not only situated in, but IS the heart of music in the city of Sydney. It has had a rough trot in the past, getting caught up in corporate fumblings, administrators, bad management and clueless contractors. But none of these things will ever change the amazing memories and experiences the people of Sydney have had within it's walls. I guarantee most Sydney-siders have seen a show here, and I guarantee they all had a great time.

I can also guarantee that one day this venue will be taken back by those who truley own it and return it to it's former glory...