Friday, 11 March 2016

Sonic Youths and the Next Big Thing - More Local Talent Than You Can Shake a Stick At



It was a long, but extremely pleasant way to spend a Saturday. Whilst friends were getting up early to catch the coach to Swansea, I had a nice leisurely start, with fresh coffee and bagels, then jumped onto my scooter for the quick flit through city centre traffic to my favourite parking spot just outside The Forum. Whilst the Norwich City faithful were still on the outskirts of Swansea contemplating the destiny of eleven men in green and yellow I was perched on a stool in the café/bar of Norwich Arts Centre, supping a pint of Lacons Falcon and awaiting the first of eleven musical acts - four at the lunchtime showcase organised by Sonic Youths, then a short break before watching seven finalists decide the outcome of this year's Next Big Thing final at Open's magnificent banking hall in the evening. Certainly a day of two halves, and no need for any jokes about getting two whales in a car.

Sonic Youths opens with Ellie Bea, a confident young singer-songwriter and keyboard player who started performing with the Norfolk Youth Music Theatre, aged just eight. Her voice is technically good, and her theatrical training has taught her how to stand, and how to hold the microphone exactly right. She now writes her own songs, and it is during the introduction to one of these that we learn her back story and history of  bullying. She and her mother have since started an anti-bullying charity 'GR8 AS U R', and very good luck to them. However, from that point I became worried that her set became a little too evangelical. All credit to her new-found confidence, but it contrived to make her stage persona less natural, and lacked warmth and informality.

Ellie Bea

Two-man Dog Fight were next, Callum Grainger on guitar together with Reuben Cocksedge on drums. It's a frequently encountered line-up combination at the moment, but Dog Fight add an unusual twist by incorporating both rock and the blues to produce a sound that sets them apart from other up-and-coming guitar-drum duos. The rock is competent, but is the lazy Delta authenticity of Callum's guitar work that really impresses, and is so rarely encountered with acts this young.

Dog Fight

Sadie Nencini is still only 15 years old, and comes to Sonic Youths via The Garage in Norwich. Some of her self-penned songs are so new that she hasn't even got around to titling them. She is extremely nervous, despite massive support from friends and fellow students in attendance, and this unfortunately affects both the consistency of her voice and her ability to look directly out to her audience. It is a shame, because a couple of the songs have real potential.

Sadie Nencini

Last up is JazTec, a collaborative project between Lobster front-man Dominic Trevor and beatmaker Alex Guy. This is a live debut for the two, and the combination of ambient electronica and live saxophone is sounding good until a few technical gremlins start to manifest themselves. To be honest, it is the boys' frazzled expressions that give the game away - what we are actually hearing is really quite good.

Jaz Tec





Next Big Thing Final, Open Banking Hall

And so on to Open for the final of this year's Next Big Thing competition, sponsored by Outline Magazine and Future Radio, and with a cash prize of £500 for the winner from Access to Music.

By now we know that Norwich City are coming back from South Wales without any points having lost 0-1 to Swansea City, but at least we can rest assured that we are guaranteed one local winner tonight at Open.

All seven finalists have performed already during the semi-finals held in February in the club bar at Open, a much smaller and less intimidating venue than tonight's vast banking hall. It is not therefore necessary to re-hash my previous notes on the musical style and content of each act, or to muse over those not lucky to have made it through to the final. For my comments on each of the 14 semi finalists, go to http://angliasquared.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/next-big-thing-2016.html for a reminder.

The running order is decided by a draw, a bit like the Eurovision Song Contest, with the poisoned chalice of pole position being given to Lobster. The advantage of going first is that you are probably playing to the largest audience - although tonight's crowd are more likely to stay all night and hear the final result. The disadvantage is obviously that you have to storm it as an opener in order to keep uppermost in the judges' mindset.

The size of the stage can be intimidating for those used to performing in pubs and clubs. Some, like the nine members of Lobster, fill the space comfortably, even using the extra space to throw in a few choreographed turns and dance steps (although they are not yet in the same league as Earth, Wind and Fire). Others, like Real Life Charm, can spread their percussionists and keyboard players a bit further apart. Dazy Crown and Savage Island both use the extra space to throw a bit more energy and physicality into their performance than was possible in the semi-finals.

The acts most likely to find the size of the hall daunting are the solo artists, and Clyde Automaton is one who possibly does not perform as well as previously. Singer-songwriter Maya Law looks amazing with the atmospheric back-lighting, but is once again in danger of letting a fit of the giggles de-rail her, and the sound engineers have added a little too much reverb and echo to her voice (which she doesn't need). Catnip and Claws actually looks more comfortable on the larger stage - possibly we are more engaged with the impressive visuals on the large screen and are therefore sparing her from the direct glare of several hundred pairs of eyes fixed on her and her two laptops.

The judges, who include singer-songwriter Beth Orton, retire to consider their verdict, whilst we watch a video presentation on what last year's winner, Harry Edwards, has been up to over the last twelve months. It certainly highlights just how much contribution to the music industry is made by electonic artists like Harry, who do not necessarily conform to everyone's pre-conceived ideas of how an electronic musician works and performs.

After the period of deliberation tonight's compere Robbie Powell welcomes Future Radio's Kate Roma onto the stage to announce the winner.  Maya Law is awarded a well-deserved third place, the highly regarded Real Life Charm take second place, and the winner is announced as female electronic artist Catnip and Claws. I must admit, she won me over tonight, and her victory was well-deserved, although she herself seems surprised and overwhelmed. She has already packed all her equipment up, having not expected to be invited back to perform a reprise as the evening's eventual winner.

She is awarded the prize, a cheque for £500 provided by Access to Music, and seems genuinely delighted to have won. Bravo to her. In becoming 2016's Next Big Thing she is pushing boundaries and proving that electronic music, and in particular female composers, can and will continue to put Norfolk on the contemporary musical map.

Lobster

Catnip & Claws

Maya Law

Real Life Charm

Savage Island

Clyde Automaton

Dazy Crown


And, as I made my way back home through Trowse at about 11.30pm , the football coaches were just peeling off the Southern by-pass and returning to Carrow Road. I felt like shouting out, "I'll bet I've had a better day than you!"




Sunday, 6 March 2016

Seagulls or Eagles? No, it's the bloody Eagulls from Leeds



The story goes that at a drunken holiday camp karaoke the lyrics to a Shaggy number, Angel, mistakenly came out as  'Girl, you're my Eagle'. True or not, in 2010 four Leeds lads became Eagulls and started a band that took no prisoners when it came to media-bashing or shandy-drinking southerners. Their debut album is about to be followed by Ullages, and a short pre-launch tour calls in tonight at Norwich Arts Centre. There are three support acts. It's going to be a busy evening.

Leaning against the edge of the stage with just a guitar and sequencer, together with the biggest pedal and effects board this side of Ed Sheeran's lock-up, and all fed through a tiny amp on the auditorium floor, is Eagulls driver Stuart Smith, aka 99 Watts. Performing in a darkened hall with just two side spots providing illumination, a small crowd gathers, mesmerised by the ambient looped guitar sounds coming from this inauspicious performer. It sounds at times like a 21st century Mike Oldfield, but without the tubular bell distractions. Part improvised and part complex melody patterns, this is no 'wheels-on-the-tour-bus-go-round-and-round' indulgence, but an unexpected delight with which to start the evening.

By way of contrast, Soyuz Rats are a fearsome guitar and bass combination that knows no fear. Primal shouting and screaming makes way for a swirling crescendo of noise and effects that paint a dystopian landscape of Orwellian proportion. Their music could become the re-make soundtrack to '1984' or equally Gilliam's 'Brazil'. Intensely atmospheric, especially when bathed under blood-red spotlights, this felt as much a soundscape installation as it did a gig performance. And, they are from Norwich. Yay!

Soyuz Rats

Flipping into yet another parallel universe came Brighton-based Fear of Men, commencing with lead singer Jessica Weiss performing underneath a white muslin shawl. There are immediately reminders of the first incarnation of School of Seven Bells, with a dreamy atmospheric vibe helped along with a rhythm of almost hypnotic proportion. The shawl is eventually discarded, and the mood progressively lightens like a sun rising over an Eastern horizon, until the auditorium is bathed in a gloriously warm ambience. I like these a lot.

Fear of Men

Eagulls created waves early on by being almost antagonistic to everyone and everything in the media residing south of Watford Gap, as if only gritty Northerners knew what it was like to be out of work and hungry. Not true, my friends, and with the imminent release of follow-up album Ullages they now appear more conciliatory to our non-clog wearing way of life.

Lead singer George Mitchell, complete with curtains-bob haircut and full length duffle coat, is now looking uber-cool, and whilst the rest of the band still look more like salesmen from the Hagley Road, Birmingham branch of GuitarGuitar than actual rock stars, one gets a sense that we may be witnessing an evolutionary progression in their outlook as well as their music.



The playing is still as intense and aggressive before - new tracks like Euphoria and Blume leading the way after opener Lemontrees, but the original angst of Tough Luck, Yellow Eyes and Nerve Endings remind us of the anger that preceded. But whilst Mitchell moulds the delivery of the lyrics in a mix of Robert Smith disdain and Joe Strummer urgency, and struts around stage, the rest of the band are happy to keep to their marks and simply play their woollen socks off. The crowd are enthusiastic and react with some boisterous surging and embracing bonhomie.



The entire performance is backdropped by a screening of the original version of Fritz Langer's Metropolis, overlaid with the band's bannered logo. Together with Mitchell's microphone enhanced effects from a small table-mounted tape-recorder in centre-stage, Eagulls are beginning to appear almost art-house in their dynamic.



Who would have bloody thought it?

There is no encore. I'm not even sure if the planned set reaches its conclusion. It's half past eleven and a quick 'Good night' is followed by a swift exit and the houselights come up. Have we climaxed? Is this the two-fingered 'farewell, Norwich' ? Or is it simply that the plug has been pulled upon reaching the venue's curfew? We may never know. But we embraced the new Eagulls with all our Norfolk hearts.

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Friday, 4 March 2016

British Rejects at 'The Cut' - Lowestoft Comes to Norwich. Yay!



First an apology to both Chalky Seas and to Mila Falls. It's not that I didn't want to catch your sets, I really would have done so if I could have made it to Open in time. 'The Cut' is a marvelous opportunity to showcase this region's musical talent - a physical manifestation of the fantastic work done in promoting local artists by the event's co-organisers BBC Introdudcing and Outline Magazine. Even if I could only catch one of the three acts tonight my £3 ticket would still be a bargain in anybody's book.

I therefore have to rely on feedback from those present and a little bit of internet research of my own to find out what I missed. Currently there's only one track online that I can find from Chalky Seas, and its a mid-tempo indie-folk affair that goes by the name of Plastic Friends. Pleasant enough, and I love the idea that their new single Cavalier was actually inspired by an old Vauxhall estate car. Probably much more worthy of seeking out for a listen than their name suggests. Unfortunately Chalky Seas sounds far too 'murky-North Sea' and not enough 'West Coast sunshine' to potentially attract the casual passer-by.

Norwich-born Mila Falls has carved out quite a name for herself in the world of house and electro, and played at our own Sundown festival last year. Tonight's set at Open is a more pop-based performance with new material displaying a definite nod towards 80's Disco. She is backed by a live guitarist and drummer, but apparently let down by an intermittently malfunctioning backing track. I only catch the last song of her set, which sounds great, but I almost wish that, for a small intimate venue like the Open Club stage, she had treated us to an acoustic set. Having heard unplugged versions of songs like Radio on YouTube it would have been really cool to have experienced that great voice up close and personal.

As a Lowestoft boy myself it is always a pleasure to see a band from my own hometown (even The Darkness), and British Rejects is a great name with which to sum up the dis-affection of an entire generation from the faded glory of a once great fishing port and seaside town. My authenticity-alert therefore goes off immediately when I see a tousled guitarist sporting a Jack Wills t-shirt. However, that aside, the four lads really put on a spirited show to those still remaining (and it really is a shame at these local showcase events that the friends and fans of the initial acts don't always stay for the entire show). Ryan Redwood makes a great front-man, bursting with enthusiasm and energy. They are not nearly as punk or heavy rock as I was expecting - I would put them more in the camp of Foos-referencing-Undertones - but Owen, Andrew and Sam together put in stirling performances to make British Rejects look and sound like a properly tight band. If they sounded as good as this on their recent UK tour they will have proved great ambassadors for their home town. All in all, this was a great climax to this, the second edition of 'The Cut'.

 


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The next edition of 'The Cut' is scheduled for April 15th, and features Franko Fraize, Claws, and Maya Law. Full details at :
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Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Telegram, Warm Brains, and Painted Heathers at The Waterfront - Oh, and let's not forget the football either.



It has been something of a challenge to make it to The Waterfront tonight. I have had to forego a volunteer meeting for this year's Norfolk and Norwich Festival (mind you, I did manage to submit my online application form earlier in the day), and had to get myself over to Oak Street to finally collect my Piaggio scooter which had been in dry dock for the last two weeks having a new fuel injector fitted. Add to that the huge influx of traffic into the city for tonight's Premier League football clash between Norwich and Chelsea, and you can imagine the disruption to normal travelling times throughout the city.

Anyway, I've made it in time, got my scooter back (which has saved me the frustration of having to search for a car parking space close to King Street) and have arrived at The Waterfront with minutes to spare. And all because of a band I first saw at Festival No6 in Portmeirion two years ago. Telegram were one of a number of bands I saw for the first time that weekend, and was really impressed by their tight retro sound and their stage presence. It is perhaps surprising, therefore, that it has taken this long for a headlining tour and a debut album to follow.

Opening tonight is a local band who performed their first gig back in October of last year at Norwich Arts Centre. Painted Heathers consist of Brandon Jacobs on guitar and vocals, Lauren Rose Smith on bass, and James Lloyd Kerry on drums. Then, they were giving away demo CDs to the audience, tonight they are launching their debut single Little Steps.


Painted Heathers

I liked them then and I still like them four months on. Brandon is clearly the driving force, and the most accomplished musician of the three. He looks a little bit like a young Terry Hall, and the music has that same 90's feel - melodically in the same camp as Colourfield but with a far riffier guitar sound. Lauren plays bass well within her capabilities and James keeps the pace steady. It all sounds good, although at times it would be nice to just crank the tempo up a notch, although this is still only gig number three. Watch these grow and flourish.

Now I'm not much of an offal eater, and I have to admit that Warm Brains came across as a bit of a budget dish. Frontman Rory Atwell gives good value for money with some effective guitar work and rock and roll posturing. He is still remembered from his time with Test Icicles, and has since turned his hand to engineering and producing with artists like Palma Violets and Yuck, as well as tonight's headliners. However, tonight his own vocals sound at times a little flat, and whilst his colleagues may not look quite as Camden High Road as he does, they definitely make a valid contribution to the band's energy. With an album to promote, and track titles like Languid Tarmac kick-starting our imagination, Warm Brains may well appeal to those dining off the trendier musical specials boards. For the meantime though, I prefer mine chilled or piping hot. And, lets not forget, we have our own Teen Brains to tickle our taste buds in Norwich.

Warm Brains

Now, whether it was the glorious autumnal sunshine of 2014 Festival No6 that put me in such a receptive mood for new bands, or the magical setting of Portmeirion village, or simply the copious quantities of local ale, but Telegram tonight failed to ignite for me like they did that weekend. Which, for a band that has only just released their debut album Operator, comes as a bit of a surprise. Perhaps, in re-working the songs just a little too much prior to the recording process, they have lost some of their initial charisma. I remember them drawing proudly in influence and style from the glam-era, and serving up a seventies musical bouillabaise - their were fine lumps of Bolan, Bowie and Roxy Music floating around in a swirling cauldron of guitars and Chinnichap beats, yet they had their own identity and contribution to add by way of seasoning.

Now, the roles seem to have reversed, and their own ingredients are fighting for domination in a watery minestrone of tribute band pastiche. Only the Bowie cover, Heroes, saved it for me tonight, despite the leather jacketed coolness of vocalist Matt Saunders. The remainder of the set, although tight and played with gusto, never regained the previous ground lost. In striding out to become contemporary they have in actual fact shuffled several steps back. Sadly, they may have discarded the very thing that made them initially sound so fresh. Ironic for a band that has named themselves after a means of communication that today's audience may not have even heard of, let alone used.

Telegram

And, as if that wasn't bad enough, Norwich City lost  their football game as well.

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Monday, 22 February 2016

Girls Names on a Sunday - Well Worth Remembering



I very nearly didn't make it to Norwich Arts Centre last night to catch Belfast band Girls Names' return to Norfolk (they played at Epic Studios about eighteen months ago). After a lunchtime session in Cromer, followed by bidding the son and his wife a bon voyage back to Hampshire, it would have been so easy for me to merely curl up on the sofa in the company of a glass of wine and a DVD. With the glorious benefit of hindsight, and having since been totally blown away by Girls Band, I am now gratified that I made that supreme effort to grab a coat and get myself down to St Benedicts Street for what has become my 'gig of the year' so far.

To be honest, the motivating force and deciding factor for my coming out was probably the presence of Norwich punk renegades Dog's Dinner as opening support. A band that is still exploring and identifying their own abilities and direction, this was the third set I have seen them play and their confidence and maturity is blossoming triffid-like as singer Josh, along with Tom, Tod and Jacob, achieved a reactionary yet moody stage presence enhanced under a blanket of blood-red lights. This is post-punk pop balanced with youthful awareness that is refreshingly poised ready to fight back at consumerism and the establishment. If you are looking for a local band to adopt as your own personal 'next big thing' you won't go far wrong by claiming the Dog's Dinner as your own.



Gross Net - I'm really sorry, Phil but I should have done my homework and realised that you are also the man that makes the tortured guitars come to life within Girls Names. When you walked onto the stage at Norwich Arts Centre, kick-started the sequencer and start singing I initially sucked in a lungful of air and braced myself for thirty minutes of self-indulgence. How wrong I was.

 Philip Quinn is indeed none other than the talented guitarist with tonight's headline band, and Gross Net is his side project / alter-ego. Once he picks up the guitar and begins to coalesce with, and gradually overwhelm, the programmed track, I realise that we are setting off on an entirely different trajectory. With Nick Cave looks and growling neo-Teutonic vocals, his performance assumes a life of its own with the guitar's soaring dynamics and intricate layering before being cast aside again for a barrier-defying communion amidst the audience, bringing the set full-circle yet introducing an intimacy that contrasted dramatically with the isolated figure that initially greeted us on stage. Crescendo-like tracks, screaming vocals and great atmospherics all leave me gasping for more.



When Girls Names do take the stage Quinn's cover is blown for those who were not already in on the secret, but it is now the turn of Cathal Cully to take centre stage on  guitar, Korg and vocals. Quinn retreats physically to stage left but maintains an indomitable sonic presence. Gib Cassidy takes up drums to provide a consistent and marauding beat that anchors both guitar parts firmly together and Claire Miskimmin provides the most dynamic bass playing that I have experienced in ages. At times she pulls out riffs the like of which take me back to the very early Stranglers albums.



The cumulative effect is a blistering assault on the eardrums, and even the Norwich Arts Centre 's usually muted stage lights are breaking out into sporadic outbursts of funneled strobing. We are on a psyched-out journey through the industrial landscapes of Bowie's Berlin and New Order's Movement, whilst combining energies and atmospherics reminiscent of Cooper Temple Clause from the first throes of the 21st century. This is a musical representation of Europeanism which somehow seems wholly apt for reminding us of the fight against growing nationalism. Girls Names are vibrant proof of the individual powers harnessed and unleashed through symbiosis and collaboration.



This is also an example of how a band's stage performance is capable of taking on a life of its own, extrapolating itself beyond the realm of the studio tracks. This is a throwback to a bygone age when the live performances defined a band's reputation. Girls Names are brimming with live creativity, weaving their material into a co-operative cacophony that blows away the cobwebs of the day, leaving a glorious rock and roll glow in the soul as we leave the venue and make our way home. A rare quality, but one that is wholly welcomed.



So thank you to Dog's Dinner, not only for another great set, but acting as the impetus that tipped the scales and got me out here tonight. I owe you guys one!

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Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Hinds at Norwich Arts Centre - Oh Deer!, Oh Deer!!, Oh Deer!!!, Oh Deer!!!. Let me explain...

I so, so wanted to love Hinds. I earnestly desired them to blow los calcetines off the world of rock and roll - not just for Madrid, not just for Spain, but for the benefit of the whole Spanish speaking world (400 million voices incidentally, making it the second most widely spoken language on the planet). I love the Spanish culture, its food and its beautiful linguistic fusion of Iberian and Celtic cultures.

What we needed was an authentic Spanish rock and roll band. Someone who could do for Soberano what Jack Daniels had done for Tennessee. Someone who could champion Spain on the musical map of the world in the same way as The Rolling Stones had done for Great Britain, The Doors had done for California, and Lordi had done for Finland. Perhaps Hinds were destined to be that Iberian rock and roll act?

Unfortunately not. Not yet, anyway. But perhaps we are expecting too much, too soon?

Hinds had started off promisingly enough in Madrid in 2011 as The Deers. Then, in January 2015, an un-named, but phonetically-and-similarly sounding, band from Canada cried "Foul!" (not, fowl) and forced them, via a writ, to re-name themselves.


 Whilst female deer are known as 'doe' ( as in Julie Andrews' immortal "doe, a  deer"), The Does certainly does, and would, cause certain problems as an alternative band moniker, even when a doe's a deer, a female deer. Re-naming themselves Hinds to distinguish themselves from the male deer, stags or harts, was a clever move. The name has both the punch and kick in quantities that these four Madrileñas could have only wished for, and would surely need.

And so to 2016, and the UK tour of Hinds, prior to setting off for the United States. The album, Leave Me Alone, is out, and we are three dates in as the band roll in to a cold and foggy Tuesday night at Norwich Arts Centre.

Opening act are New York band Public Access TV, not to be confused with J.Willgoose Esq. and his space-racing Public Service Broadcasting outfit. This four-piece, formed less than two years ago have already created quite a ripple on both sides of the pond, and over here have been picked up by Zane Lowe, NME and a couple of the broadsheets. To be honest they sound a bit too much like The Killers a bit too much of the time, but they play and sing with a spirit and a coolness that makes it all forgivable. The lead singer John Eatherley struts his stuff in squeaky clean sneakers, and looks like a biopic actor playing Mark Zuckerberg playing a rock star. The Ramones they ain't, but they have the confidence and the swagger to impress our Norwich crowd (even if they did call us Nor-wick).




There's quite a boisterous male element in the audience tonight, so Hinds are guaranteed an enthusiastic welcome from the moment they walk on stage. Vocalist Ana Perrote senses the whiff of testosterone in the air and milks it from the start. Her coquettish smile and sexy wiggle of the hips has the young menfolk of Norwich in the palm of her hand from the opening bars of Warning With The Curling, and she knows it.



Unfortunately, to be real rock and roll superstars you also have to have the songs to back up the stage presence, and that is where Hinds perhaps let the side down. To be fair, they actually sound better live on stage than they do on the debut album, Leave Me Alone, and songs like Bamboo and Trippy Gum become glorious pop anthems when sung back by an enthusiastic audience, although the latter still steals that same riff from The Killers' I've Got Soul But I'm Not a Soldier. Fat Calmed Kiddos sounds like Cliff Richard's Living Doll and when, on Chili Town, Perrote sings "I'm flirting with this guy 'cause all your friends are shy" there are frissons of Arctic Monkeys lyricism from I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor, as well as having the effect of racking up the alpha-male sexual tension.



And, of course, that is what this entire set becomes. One enormous prolonged anthropological exercise in flirtation and sexual ritual. Girl smiles at boy. Boy struts and postures. Girl is impressed. Boy does more. To the point that these poor late-teenage/early twenty-something males are so pumped up by their own testicular secretions that they are bouncing over the safety barriers and having to be restrained by security. And the band is loving it!!!



Certainly Hinds have all the ingredients (apart perhaps from their songs and their musical ability) to energise an entire army of conscriptable age at every gig they play this tour (It will be interesting to hear if they did actually make it down to The Mischief for after-party tequilas as they promised from the stage). For me they were wholly adequate entertainment for an après-ski party in the Sierra Nevada, or a teenage TV series - their music and their band-wagon is certainly far more Josie and The Pussycats than Savages.



But, for a large part of the audience here tonight, they came, they played, and they conquered. And, for that, I salute them.

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Sunday, 14 February 2016

Re-arrange the following words - ROPE, STORE, PONY, UP, SECOND, SINGLE, LAUNCH



Well it's a trick. You don't actually need to re-arrange them, but it would probably only make sense as a headline had you already known the following :-

1) ''Rope Store' is the name of a popular contemporary yet retro-infused band based in Norwich,

2) 'Pony-Up' is the name of a regularly promoted music night at Norwich Arts Centre featuring exciting new bands and artists, and with very reasonably priced admission.

3) A 'single' is what bands would release in the days before i-Tunes, MP3, and Spotify. It was a 7" vinyl record with one song on each side. Sometimes a second, or even third, single would precede the release of the 'album' -  up to six songs on each side of a 12" vinyl record. Nowadays any new song receiving extended promotion or enhanced radio play can be referred to as a single without need for any form of physical product to be made available for purchase.

So, if you put the three together, you would understand that we had 'Rope Store' appearing at a 'Pony-Up' night on Saturday to launch their follow-up single. And yes, as they are a retro-influenced band, they do still release 7" vinyl records. Simples.

But, because this is a 'Pony-Up', we still have two support acts to enjoy before 'Rope Store' take the stage.

Mr David Viner

First up is the very formal-sounding Mr. David Viner who sits on a chair and sings, whilst at the same time playing an acoustic guitar. He was originally spotted back in 2003 whilst selling merchandise for The Von Bondies. Their front-man, Jason Stollsteimer, heard his songs and signed him to his own record label. His songs appear to cover the darker side of life, like love, death and drinking, so when his song for Valentines's Day is introduced as 'I Love You', we have already worked out that it will probably cover death and drinking as well. It is. It's actually called 'I'd Love to Kill You'.Seriously though - David Viner's songs have a dark wit and lyricism that holds our attention for the full thirty minute set. Nick Cave meets Jake Thackeray.

SuperGlu

Essex band Superglu have already played at Norwich Arts Centre on several occasions over the last year, and we love their energy and enthusiasm. They've even bought along a Go-pro camera to record tonight's audience and performance, but haven't worked out how to make it work. It doesn't spoil our enjoyment one iota, and there is also a big new backdrop featuring the new logo and colourway. Their best known song Diving Bell is saved for last, but new song Latvians is showcased alongside tracks from their EP Horse.

 

Rope Store have again played Norwich Arts Centre before in the last year, as well as gigs at The Murderers and an initial single launch at The Brickmakers last December for All of You ( http://www.outlineonline.co.uk/music/live-reviews/rope-store-b2 ). They write all their own material, and take inspiration from everything retro from the Shangri-Las to Style Council. And they release proper singles on proper vinyl, which they record themselves on analogue equipment in their own studio. How's about that then pop-pickers? Not 'arf.

Tonight's launch is for That's Not Good Enough and even if the pressing plant again have again failed to deliver the goods in time for the launch, Jason, Gemma and the band run through another magical set that takes inspiration from the sixties, seventies and eighties. Dominic and Ciarán from local funk jazz and soul collective Lobster join in for the second half of the set, adding even more richness and depth with the extra saxophone and trombone added into the mix.

Rope Store

So, even if we couldn't buy either of their singles (at least it gives us time to save up for a record player) we can at least troop through into the café-bar of the Norwich Arts Centre and let Jason entertain us on the decks until it's time to go home.

NORWICH, ROPE, STORE, SATURDAY, LATE, NIGHT, SMASHES, RECORDS.

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