SHOW REVIEW: Lady Gaga, Brixton Academy, London (14/7/09)

Pop Puppets
Thursday 14th July 2009
Brixton Academy, London

I’ve never witnessed the magic that is a pop sensation. I’ve seen live rock bands, DJs, choirs and countless other forms of musical performance but never a one-man (or woman) pop show. Tonight I witnessed the publicity train that is Lady Gaga and it was not a pretty sight.

Having heard a rumour that Miss Gaga goes bankrupt every time she goes on tour I wasn’t surprised to sight various acts of frivolity as I entered the venue. Black tie O2 waiters hovering with free Haribo tooth pick skewers and a lairy pink back drop featuring a mix of world monuments were just a few. We were later told during one of Miss Gaga’s monologues when she sees something that ‘amazes and inspires’ her it is then incorporated into said backdrop.

Her entry was a black and white mock French avant gard film featuring her in a string of mysterious scenarios, which I suppose is fitting as she once described herself as ‘New York avant gard’. What followed was what I can only imagine is your normal run of the mill female pop icon formation dancing, posing and flouncing backed by a rock’n’roll session band. Lady gaga has a good voice and at one stage played a long and very drawn out version of ‘Poker Face’ solo on a pink baby grand, which was not all bad.

She does have talent. Her talent is somewhat over shadowed by her gratingly annoying and always outrageous persona accompanied by gimmicky costumes and backdrops. New York avant gard she definitely was not. Another pop puppet adorned with trinkets and exploited for the masses she definitely was.

FESTIVAL REVIEW: Global Gathering: Long Marston Air Field, Stratford Upon Avon, UK (24/7/09)

It’s All About The Relish
Friday 24th July 2009
Long Marston Air Field, Stratford-upon-Avon

As luck would have it I returned from Benicassim Festival to find I’d won 2 tickets to Global Gathering festival through TNT magazine. I mindlessly enter competitions all the time so had no idea what the prize entailed, but a short click of my mouse informed me I had won the following:

• 2 VIP tickets to the 2 day festival featuring Prodigy, Scratch Perverts, Pendulum, Digitalism, Stanton Warriors, DJ Yoda and more
• 2 return train tickets to the event
• 1 tent
• 2 sleeping bags
• 2 sleeping mats

‘Not a bad haul!’ I thought and immediately called my dancing buddy Kel to sort out a plan of attack. After much too-ing and fro-ing we decided to go only on the Friday night, as I had just returned from Benicassim, Spain and my body and wallet were feeling the effects.

Friday finally arrived, as did the 3-carriage peak hour train to Stratford-upon- Avon, so we crammed ourselves on with 5000 others and set about our adventure. A packed train and one empty double decker shuttle bus later and we were at Long Marston Air Field, collected our VIP tickets, tent and sleeping bags (no mats, disappointing – and an early warning of what was to come…) and head to the VIP entrance.

To this day I have no idea what VIP meant in relation to these tickets. On paper they touted a VIP camping area, clean showers and toilets, plus a bar, food and Jacuzzi area. However these VIP tickets were also available to the public for an extra 100GBP, meaning the majority of festivalgoers were ‘VIP’. Entry was speedy and hassle free – most of the folk arriving through the normal gates were being searched in a manner akin to someone with a bomb strapped to them going through LAX. The whole procedure looked highly unpleasant and I was glad we coasted through… Coasted through to a VIP Camping Area that had more people squeezed into it than the train we rode in on.

VIP entailed being crammed into an overcrowded unorganised mess of tents with one stable-like communal shower tent and a few white cubical loo’s that became as bad as a port-a-loo after a few uses. The chill out bar and food area were OK and did feature a Jacuzzi however all were situated outside and soon became uninviting as the freezing night air drifted in.

We arrived late due to work commitments and had the foresight to borrow a friends pop up tent to avoid erecting a new and unknown tent in the dark. Once camp was set up we ventured into a festival site consisting of a small and terrible sounding main stage, a selection of club arena tents (God’s Kitchen and the like) and a brightly fluorescent, incredibly scary set of carnival rides in the middle. Throw in some loos, a sad excuse for a chill out area and a chew-and-spew food alley and that was it. No theme, no vibe and a fun park so evil I was waiting for Tim Curry a la clown-from-It to jump out at any moment.

Upon exploration we found most of the tents empty bar God’s Kitchen which had a great set up and light show but techno trance just ain’t my thang. The acts I wanted to catch (Prodigy, Pendulum, Stanton Warriors, DJ Yoda to name a few) were in massive tents that were half full, devoid of any atmosphere and – possibly due to the aforementioned – played mediocre to terrible sets. Determined to have a good time Kel and I circled the site numerous times, checked VIP for signs of life – of which there were none – then circled and circled again. Retiring to our tent at 2am, the curfew time for the Friday night, the verdict was all too grim.

With a sight too large and tents way too big for the amount of punters Global Gathering was an empty shell of hopeless vibeless dance music trying to recapture the heady club days of the early 90’s and failing miserably. Maybe the Saturday was better as it was more Drum and Bass oriented – I hope so. Congratulations to God’s Kitchen for having the only constantly pumping tent during the Friday night, a great testament to their staying power. The sad fact remains, and Kelly and I agree, the best thing about Global Gathering was the relish on our midnight snack hamburger.

SHOW REVIEW: Friendly Fires, Kentishtown Forum (31/4/09)

Spark Me Up

Thursday 31st April 2009
The Kentishtown Forum

Friendly Fires are relatively new to the scene so to sell out The Kentishtown Forum is nothing to sneeze at. The album they’ve produced is great, with good dance beats, funky guitars and nice melodies and harmonies in the vocal department. I’d seen them blow everyone off stage earlier in the year at the NME Awards with a Brazilian carnivale and exploding confetti rendition of ‘Jump In The Pool’, so this was their time to shine with a whole set to themselves.

Their stage presence was larger than expected with various risers full of saxophones, trumpets, keyboards, percussion and the 3 main players - Ed Mac, Jack Savidge and Edd Gibson. Essentially they’re a 3 piece so I was excited at the prospect of seeing them with a bit of oomph behind them, but unfortunately the oomph failed to hit the spot. The songs are great and the crowd was pumping but as of yet they only have one full album. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a new band with so much hype behind them so no doubt the lack of material will soon be rectified. Their renditions of ‘Skeleton Boy’, ‘On Board’ and ‘Strobe’ were stand out’s, as well as crowd favourites ‘Jump In The Pool’ and ‘Paris’.

However there’s no denying that this band are young, inexperienced and short of tunes as it showed. The set had no flow, no direction and was at times halting and mood breaking. The lead singers dancing and the bands overall enthusiasm are great factors and with more touring and material they will be one of Britain’s stand out acts in no time at all. But tonight came across as a hurried, unplanned, mismatch of songs that left us all high, dry and wanting more. I have no doubt they’ll be able to deliver it, it’s just a question of when.

SHOW REVIEW: The Prodigy, Brixton Academy (18/4/09)

Survival Of The Fittest
Saturday 18th April 2009
Brixton Academy

Greeted with ‘Dizee Rascal has cancelled due to illness’ notifications we made our way through the doors of Brixton with less than happy faces. The fact he’d played a sold out O2 Arena the previous night and probably just had a hang over made the announcement all the more disappointing. Nevertheless the line up for the night remained stellar – Kissy Sell Out, Chasing Status and of course, The Prodigy – so we carried on through to quench our thirsts and boogie.

As you may know I have worked at Brixton for over 6 months so it may surprise you to hear I’ve never been to the venue as a punter. So with Prodigy being my first ever attended gig it was somewhat of a baptism of fire. Having worked 2 Prodigy Christmas shows last year I was well aware of how hectic a night it can be, but was nowhere near prepared for experiencing it on ‘the other side’ (please refer to ‘Creatures of the Night: Lesson 1 - http://sistersin-creaturesofthenight.blogspot.com/) . Walking into the foyer and through to Ra Bar was almost enough to make me turn around and flee. There were people everywhere – and I mean EVERYWHERE! The lines at all bars were nothing short of monumental and navigating through to each one was akin to being in a human washing machine.

Cutting our losses we grabbed a water from the kiosk and made our way down front to review the situation, and thankfully were pleasantly surprised. Everyone was rushing to get their drinks in before Prodigy leaving the front of stage area relatively roomy, so we decided to stake our claim and stay put. From what we could gather Kissy Sell Out’s set had been lengthened due to Dizee being a Rascal, and I won’t lie, I wasn’t impressed. I love these guys on record – ‘Her’ and ‘Let There Be Blazing Light’ are 2 excellent dance tracks and if I ever heard them live I’d cut a hole in a rug deep enough to hit China. But I’ve seen Kissy twice now – once at Glastonbury and then tonight – and never have either been played. What we were given before Prodigy was a set of mistimed, mismatched, badly cut tracks with a few solid anthems in between. Apologies to Kissy Sell Out if it wasn’t them as no amended line up was posted, but if it was I was sorely disappointed.

And then they came. 10 minutes early and as prolific as ever. They haven’t changed one bit in the 15 years I’ve been listening to them. Everything was loud. Everything was dirty. Everything was Prodigy. It’s hard to put on paper what this act means to many. To me they represent a time when I appreciated dance music without the lifestyle enhancements that come along with it these days. And as a teenager dreaming of England, to see Prodigy at Brixton Academy with 5,000 peaking Brits… awesomely quintessential. One of the finest memories I have of Brixton is working a Prodigy after party in the Ra Bar and watching everyone go crazy, dancing uncontrollably to ‘He’s Ebeneezergood’ (or whatever that song was called), and I hate that song!

‘Their Law’, ‘Smack My Bitch Up’, ‘Voodoo People’, ‘Firestarter’, ‘Out Of Space’ and a fine selection of new tracks – the list goes on and on – I’ve no need to tell you (if you’re on FB check out my awesome videos: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/video/?id=501673841). Liam is still the mad scientist and master of all blasting basslines, beats and electronic mayhem. Leeroy is still fit, fine and crazy-eyed as ever. And Keith, well we all know Keith – he’s the fire starter. And according to my friend Kelly the only 40+ man who can pull off tight red leather trousers, and I agree. Then there’s the over shadowed drummer and guitarist who can actually keep up with them all. Those two deserve medals, without a doubt.

Keith and Leeroy’s constant shout-out’s to those in the pit goes to show they’ve not forgotten where they came from and know most of these hard cores have been there from the beginning. And after seeing tonight’s efforts I deem being in a Prodigy pit not unlike being in a death metal circle or even heading off to war. They make you lose all sense of control and dance like your life depends on it, driving harder and faster and making you forget there’s anything else. And then they were gone.

It was over. Everyone collapsed on the floor, scrambled for shoes, clothes, brains and any kind of liquid refreshment they could ingest. Chasing Status had the daunting task of following them and playing until 3am but they did a damn fine job. It’s hard to imagine anything could follow mayhem like that but they did it, and they did it well with fine drum and bass, jungle beats and just enough rhymes slapped on top to keep the bulk of the crowd cheering at The Academy until closing (plus they had nowhere else to go as the Victoria Line was down – how unusual). And to be honest a bit of drum and bass and jungle came as sweet relief after what Prodigy put us through.

I hereby surrender. It’s over. I’m done.

Take
Me
To
The
Hospital.

SHOW REVIEW: Kenny Rogers, Hammersmith Apollo (3/4/09)

The Gamblin' Man
Friday 4th April 2009
Hammersmith Apollo, London

This is less of a review and more of a chance to flaunt the fact I got to see Kenny Rogers sing ‘The Gambler’. Granted he was 71 when doing so, and slightly lacklustre due to the fact, but most of the audience was the same and it was still damn cool!

I whole-heartedly admit to being a country music fan – being from a country town myself – but it definitely has to fall in the ‘country rock’ genre. None of this Shania Twain, Leanne Rhymes, Taylor Swift malarkey, more of your Johnny Cash, Gram Parsons, Rhythm Aces style country. And until now I would not have placed Mr Rogers near the top of that list, and he’s not exactly rock, but I was astonished at how many songs I knew. ‘Have A Little Faith’, ‘The Gambler’ and ‘Islands In The Stream’ were just a few of the classics he pumped out, as well as covers like ‘You Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me Lucille’, all the while backed by a motley crew of a back up band that weren’t far off his own age and may have been original fixtures. Mind you he has gotten sentimental in his old age, singing a lot of romantic slow tunes whilst projecting images of his family and himself in his hey day on a giant screen behind him, as well as including said family pictures and the like in his reasonably priced £8 program. But they say you become reflective in your autumn years, and hell, he has a lot to reflect upon.

As far as shows go it wasn’t a knock out and I wasn’t blown away like his many adoring fans were – rising to their feet and rushing the stage at times (yes, 50+ year olds, it’s true) – but all the time watching I knew I was watching something special. A lot of my co-workers wouldn’t have been born when most of Kenny’s songs were written but that didn’t stop us having an in-work sing-a-long every now and then. Everyone – mainly the boys – knew ‘The Gambler’, with one very unlikely bar manager admitting he has a spaghetti western fetish. And everyone seemed to know ‘Islands In The Stream’, mainly due to a more recent cover of the tune done by Mia I think. Nevertheless, as I watched singing and dancing along with old, young, black, white, British, Australian and otherwise, I was sure Kenny would be pleased to see those little verses he wrote so long ago were still working their magic today.

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…