13 SHOWS (well, more than that really)
I thought I’d write about 13 of the live experiences
that meant the most to me this year. They aren’t in order, the text won’t tell
you much about the bands and it’s all irrelevant anyway as the best gig of the
year was our wedding band back in July but anyway, let me know your favourite
shows this year if you’d like to share.
1.
Augustines – The Roundhouse,Camden, London
08/12/2014 & The Plug, Sheffield 10/05/2014
It was raining in Sheffield and I drank
something called a Zombie Reviver at lunchtime. Sheffield was beautiful, a
lurching, vertiginous maze of mountains, streets and genuine warmth despite the
wetness. The venue was three quarters full and the band was incredible. Passionate,
tuneful, desperate for excellence and heartbreakingly earnest in their njeed to
connect. Off the back of their second album proper they were beginning a live
journey that reached a climax at the Roundhouse seven months later as they
played their biggest ever headline show to nearly 5,000 adoring fans/friends
who screamed along to every song, cheered ‘til their throats were hoarse and
proved conclusively that the plucky little band that “could”, actually had and
were here to stay. Your heart fills, Christmas comes early, faith in rock n’
roll is righteously restored.
2.
Mclusky – Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff 15/11/2014
With his sometimes baffling blend of
confidence and self-effacement, Falko’s decision to put Mclusky back together
for a couple of benefit shows for the seemingly doomed Le Pub venue in Newport (played
there once, no-one came…well, my mam did but she’s obliged) rather than attempt
an all-guns blazing resurrection with shit new material and a string of
atmosphere-free gigs in half-full Carling caverns, seems entirely logical. With
an also reformed Jarcrew on support duties (they were like a Welsh At the
Drive-In with better songs if you’re interested) this incarnation of the
infamously prickly punk band was a thundering, hilarious, brilliant beast. Clwb
shook, the whole room a swirling mass of limbs, lager, flying shoes and lost
passports. To be in the pit for ‘Alan Is A Cowboy Killer’ seemed for me to be a
dream that would be forever unrealised. The reality was better, even, than the
fantasy. Though I felt pretty ill afterwards which diluted the euphoria
somewhat. This, along with my constant falling over at that hardcore gig at the
Empty Bottle in Chicago earlier in the year was proof positive that I am no
longer destined for the mosh pit. Ah well.
3.
John Grant – Primavera Sound, Barcelona, Spain
30/05/2014
The
festival site emptied as the torrential downpour rendered the place essentially
uninhabitable. But determined were we to see John Grant. Never having seen him
before, now, it appeared, was The Moment. So we and a few hundred others,
wrapped in whatever we could find to shield ourselves from the storm, stood in
a massive seaside car park that should have held more than 10,000 and watched
the man play. It was like falling in love. That voice, his words, the
eye-watering mastery of melody, the abyss-like sadness of ‘Glacier’ and the
resounding, jaw-dropping awe of ‘Queen Of Denmark’. It was chilling, thrilling,
elating, fucking soaking. A double rainbow sprung up over the ocean as the
final notes were played. I’m not kiddin’. A fucking double rainbow, maaaan. It was that
kind of a gig.
4.
Arcade Fire/Television/Dan Deacon/The Unicorns –
Barclays Center, Brooklyn, New York 25/08/2014
Our last night in New York and we’re
treated by the great Dawn Kalani Cowle (check her blog http://ifhannahwere30.wordpress.com)
to a show in beautiful Brooklyn. We’re exhausted, we’re flagging, we’re failing
to catch the spark of excitement for the show. But Dawn takes us to a great
dive bar, there’s vegan mac and cheese and then we settle into the nosebleeds
in the cavernous home of the Nets. Unicorns play that song abpout them being
Unicorns and it’s cool and cute and warm and fuzzy and then Dan Deacon turns
the arena into a kid’s dance party – the standing area split down the middle,
punters nominated as lead dancers we all need to mimic…the whole deal. It’s
joyous, uplifting, just like Deacon’s expansive, wondrous music. Television
play. You know, Television. Did they close with ‘Marquee Moon’? Can you get
thrown out of the Barclays Center for wanking? Not saying. Arcade Fire enter
through the crowd to the theme from Blade Runner and it’s genuinely exciting.
As exciting as their visually sumptuous show, their arms wide open anthems,
their broken ballads. As exciting as the centre of the arena’s DJ booth turned
into a dance podium and as exciting as having David Byrne join them for a cover
of Suicide’s ‘Dream Baby Dream’. It was almost incomprehensible. It made it ok
to have to come back to the UK.
5.
Black Sabbath/Faith No More – Hyde Park, London
04/07/2014
Faith No More were the first band I ever
went to see without parental supervision. Well, OK L7 were supporting so I saw
them first technically but you get the idea. Could it be possible that
20-something years later they’d be just as good? As vital, as ferocious, as
funny, as cool and kinky? Turns out yeah. And they had new songs that were an
absolute blast too. For all the brilliance of Mike Patton’s many musical
adventures FNM will always be the one closest to my heart and they showed just
why here, on a sunny London afternoon. Later, in the dark, the screens fill
with images of Bush, Blair, bombs dropping and blood. It’s ‘War Pigs’, it’s
Sabbath and they sound like the end of the world. Iommi’s riffs are absolutely
electrifying, Ozzy’s voice a wild croon from the netherworld, the tunes
massive, the darkness all-enveloping. It was metal at its most majestic and
overpowering. All hail.
6.
Sun Kil Moon – St John’s Church, Hackney, London
03/12/2014
In twenty years of watching Mark Kozelek
live never have I really seen him attempt to “front” a band. Sure in Red House
Painters he stood up and sang but in no way could he be considered a frontman,
hidden as he was behind his hair and guitar. In recent years he’s been firmly
sat on his arse behind a nylon stringed Spanish guitar and trapped his sonorous
voice at a low, whispered monotone. Tonight he’s got a cool, weird three-piece
band as adept at experimentation and jazz runs as they are complex folkery and
he’s stood right there, stage centre,belting out tunes from the very best album of 2014, ‘Benji’. It’s stunning. Confusing
certainly, but also mesmeric. The Slint-like rap of new single ‘Possum’ gives
way to a cover of ‘Little Drummer Boy’ that, in Kozelek’s own words, sounds
like Swans. It’s all about dynamics tonight – Kozelek’s vocals leaping from deflated
mumble to raucous scream, even a touch of falsetto as he and the band tear
through a genuinely exciting, spine-tingling set to the largest crowd they’ve
drawn in years. Yeah he plays on that thing he said about a band a bit too much
but he’s on good form, in good humour and Sun Kil Moon sound like they are on
the verge of a personal sonic breakthrough.
7.
The Pharmacy/Snuff Redux – Summit Block Party,
Seattle, Washington 09/08/2014
It’s hard to leave a city with which you’ve
just fallen in love and maybe the hardest I’ve ever fallen was for Seattle. On our
final night in that glorious spiral-down town of beaches, mountains, snow, sea,
bars, bookstores and beauty we ambled into our neighbourhood street party.
Local legends The Pharmacy tore out a scrappy, slurping set of rock n’ roll tunes
in what would prove to be their farewell gig and the street filled with curious
onlookers, hardcore fans lining the kerb, kids pulling skateboard tricks on a
makeshift ramp on the corner. Later, the warm, swaying night played host to the
fantastic, furious Snuff Redux, local kids with a penchant for Superchunk and a
love of all things London which made me laugh as we spoke after their glorious,
teenage dream of a set. The vision of Seattle I had as a teenager played out
for me in person that evening and as that smiling, beer-spilling moshpit filled
the residential road it was as close to a perfect moment as one could ever wish
for. And I'm still in love.
8.
The Twilight Sad – Parc de la Ciutadella, Barcelona,
Spain 31/08/2014
Why, oh sweet lord, why did I never go and
see Twilight Sad before? Here, under glistening green foliage they played a
stripped down acoustic set that left the heart of each of their songs out on
the blood-soaked sleeve of the stage. Having played a full set to an adoring
crowd at the festival proper the night before this might have been approached
as something of a throwaway. By a lesser band, sure, but Twilight Sad are on
the verge of being a truly great band and they play like one here this
afternoon. James Graham’s voice at the forefront, yearning, nearly collapsing
through dark beauties like ‘The Wrong Car’ and rare encore offering ‘Mapped By
What Surrounded Them’, there’s a classic Scottish sadness that runs through
everything they do and when contrasted with the warm sun and greenery of this
ancient park it feels like an approximation of magic.
9.
Bob Mould – Village Underground, Shoreditch,
London 18/11/2014
We’ve spent much of this year ripping off
the songwriting style of Mr Mould in rehearsal rooms across East London and it
only seemed fit that the band have a night out at his show. Sadly Stu
(keyboards and singing) couldn’t come but otherwise a perfect night of looking
at one another acknowledging exactly where all those steals were stolen from
was had. Nick from the best I say.
10.
Morrissey – O2, Greenwich, London 29/11/2014
‘At The Request Of The Artist NO MEAT
PRODUCTS Available Tonight’ reads the sign which predisposes me to love this
gig even more than usually I might. A properly, fully sold out 02 (no
curtaining off the top bits for Moz) roared approval for the moaning, maudlin
mancunian as he dealt out most of his rather great new record ‘World Peace Is
None Of your Business’ alongside 100% definite, no questions asked,
cheque-cashed classics like ‘The Queen Is Dead’ Speedway’, ‘Nobody Loves Us’
and then, in the encore the savge 1-2 blow of ‘Asleep’ and ‘Every Day Is Like
Sunday’ which remains the most life affirming declaration of misery ever
penned. In these moments we forget the letdowns, the occasional lurches ionto
Little Englander silliness and are able to appreciate Moz for what he is – one of
our greatest ever songwriters and a man who, despite his incredible
awkwardness, has the power to connect and unite.
11.
Manic Street Preachers – The Roundhouse, Camden,
London 15/12/2014 & 17/12/2014
Another band with whom I’ve a 20+ year
history and, as I discussed at the first night with the rather excellent artist
Peter Wilson (www.rotedesign.com), a
unique one in their ability to push me away with one move and draw me back in
with the next. In recent years they’ve overcome their mid-period droop and have
released two excellent albums in as many years while remaining a consistently
great live prospect. Now, they’ve taken on the tough job of facing up to their
true legacy : The Holy Bible. It’s pointless describing why or how the album is
important, suffice to say for Manics fans to see them play it live in its
entirety in its twentieth anniversary year is the grail itself. When JDB
struggled with his voice through illness on Monday the crowd are right there to
joyously finish any line he couldn’t complete. They are just as loud on
Wednesday when the maestro is back on form and in a place where he actually
seemed somewhat at ease with the gargantuan beast he was carrying to birth in
front of this adoring crowd. Nicky turning Mausoleum’s unbearably bleak chorus
into a cathartic singalong might have been the best touch of the night. Or
perhaps it was that ragged death-rattle of ‘4st 7lbs’…hell, maybe it was just
when they opened the second set with ‘Motorcycle Emptiness’. I mean, have you
actually fucking HEARD that song?! These were two of the very best concerts I’ve
ever witnessed and having seen them 30 times or more over the years, it’s
absolutely easy to say they may never have been on better live form.
Affirmation, redemption, intelligence, power … you get the fucking lot with
MSP.
12.
Neil Young/The National, Hyde park, London
12/07/2014
Sunshine, friends and Hyde Park in the
summer. Neil Young cries out ‘Separate Ways’ and The National prove themselves
serious contenders for the big leagues. The heat overwhelms as Mumbly Joe
national sips his red and paints cryptic lyrical portraits of strange emotional
landscapes. Later the arms go up and the head goes back for ‘Down By The River’,
the fists pump and the voices raise for ‘Rockin’ In The Free World’ and ol’
black takes a classic Crazy Horse battering. Despite the great times and sense
of endless summer these days can recreate I still wish to never visit that shit
pretend village they set up at these Hyde Park shows ever again. Somehow the
organisation of the event made it seem even more anti-fan than previous Hard
Rock Calling seasons at the park had even managed – and that takes some doing.
Still – Neil conquers all.
13.
Sharon Van Etten – The Chapel, Mission District,
San Francisco 29/07/14
Charlie Gray (who has music here http://graycharles.bandcamp.com/
) tipped us off that on the very first day of our Honeymoon there was an invite
only Sharon van Etten show in town. Hoiw would we get tickets? We emailed the
promoters and they gave us some. Baffling. We walked the beautiful and endless
streets of SF, took a bus out to Ocean Beach and basked in the foggy sunlight
of the curve of the Great Highway, a Koz fan’s ultimate day trip. Delirious
with tiredness and jetlag we queued on the street outside the Chapel for 2
hours. When we got inside the bar was absolutely free and so were the t-shirts
and prints. They were printing them up right there as you chose your design and
colour. We watched from the back as the packed room stood in rapt attention as
one of our finest current singer/songwriters let fly with beauties like ‘Afraid
of Nothing’ from her most recent album ‘Are We There’ as well as offering rare
live outings to ‘Hotel 2 Tango’ and her closer, the Karen Dalton song ‘Red Are
The Flowers’). It was strangely subdued, subtle, a respectful atmosphere of
artistic appreciation. Can you imagine what a gig like thisin the UK would be
like with a free bar? No matter. This was perfection and we felt like it was
all laid on just for us. ‘Cos we’re so fucking special. We sat out on the
pavement afterwards and I thought “Good summer this.” Cheers, Shazza.
Bew-niddle-i-new-newny-new-yew
xm