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Wye Oak, King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, 13/6/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on July 13, 2014

Wye Oak (photo nashvillescene.com)

I picked up on Wye Oak – Baltimorians Andy Stack and Jenn Wasner – after catching ‘The Tower’ on Radio 6.  They reminded me of another indie band I fell in love with last year, Dark, Dark, Dark, so this was a speculative gig just to check out a new sound to me.  Given my mum had died the day before, I looked at the ticket and initially thought, ‘Nah’, but then decided that it was better to be not in the mood at King Tut’s than not in the mood at home on my own.  It was the right decision.

They’re an odd band musically.  Wasner is a multi-instrumentalist – bass, guitar, keyboards – and their sound has definitely changed between their breakthrough album ‘Civilian’ and their latest ‘Shriek’ because she is concentrating more on bass than guitar.  Melodies are more electro-pop than grungy, her voice modulated somewhat. Stack is even more interesting.  I’ve never seen anyone play keyboards and drums.  At the same time.  Yes, that’s right.  Left side doing the keyboards, right side doing the percussion.  And it works.  It really does.

They are really very, very good.  I’d recommend you have a listen to 1980’s-style pop anthem  ‘Glory‘, ‘The Tower‘, ‘Holy Holy‘ and their most popular track ‘Civilian‘, one of those lyrics you haven’t a bloody clue about but which nevertheless seeps into your brain and just won’t bloody leave.  It’s meaningless and marvellous and quite gorgeous.

Pretty short review because I’m doing it very much in retrospect,  but this is a band I’d happily go well out of my way to see again.


Angel Olsen, Mono, 9/6/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on June 10, 2014

Angel Olsen (photo Zia Anger)

Angel Olsen is the queen of lo-fi.  Her music is capable of being scuzzy and blurred, a wall of cacophony that harks back to a hallucinatory Roy Orbison; I love ‘Sweet Dreams‘, which sounds as if Chris Isaak has been on the Jack D and a huge bag of magic mushrooms  for a week in nothing but his underpants, ‘Hi Five‘ has a woozed out fifties feel (opening line; ‘I feel so lonesome I could cry…’) and ‘Free‘ is a brilliant grunge re-realisation of  the twangly guitars of the likes of  Tommy James and the Shondell’s ‘Crimson and Clover‘. And I defy anyone to listen to the opening bars of ‘May as Well‘ and not think of ‘You Saw Me Crying in the Chapel’.

There’s a real eclecticism about her though, with heartbreaking intimate ballads that at times almost seem incoherent in the free association of both melody and lyric.   I first saw her onstage with Bonnie Prince Billy at Celtic Connections, and she stood out because of that voice of hers, unexpected yowls and yodels coming from somewhere in the pit of her stomach; watching her sing, you get the impression that she often opens her mouth and has no idea what sound is going to come out of it.

This is a fabulous set.  Playing with her new band – Joshua, Emily and Stuart is all we’re told – she absolutely rocks it.  ‘Free’ starts the set, and it just gets louder with ‘Hi-Five’, ‘High & Wild’ and an absolutely barnstorming ‘Forgiven / Forgotten’ and, star of the show, ‘Sweet Dreams’, complete with a stunning guitar solo.  It’s just flawless, head down grunge.

But this is a bit of a departure for her; she’s grown up doing those more intimate songs, her and a guitar and just that magnificent voice. The band leave her for the final three songs, and she performs an oldie, ‘Some Things Cosmic’ – listen to this al fresco performance to get the full flavour of the fabulous things she does vocally.  But the best comes next.  She sings ‘White Fire’, which supplies the title for the new album, ‘Burn Your Fire For No Witness’.  It is seven minutes of stunning beauty, a slow-burning malignancy that gets into your brain and anaesthetizes the senses.  Brilliant.

A big hand too for a magnificent audience.  I’ve never been to Mono, and it’s really a bar / diner, so I was expecting irritating noise bleeding into the show.  None of that.  It’s an absolute sell out crowd, hot and heaving, yet every single song is greeted with pin-drop quiet respect, essential for some of her numbers.   If this is the usual, Mono may well become my fave Glasgow venue.

I’ll see bigger and slicker shows – hell, I’m off to Glastonbury in two weeks – but at the end of the year this will have a firm place in my gigs of the year.  Loved the venue, loved the audience, loved the music, loved her.



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Smoke Fairies, SWG3, 30/5/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on June 1, 2014

Smoke Fairies

Another woozy retro visit to Smoke Fairies, this time at tiny, cool SWG3 underneath the train line to Partick.  Katherine Blamire and Jessica Davies have a new album out (and it’s on vinyl – hurray!); it’s much of the same 60s-inspired psychedelia, but feels richer and broader, their sound growing in maturity and basic balls.

Once more, stage presence is limited; I think they’re both just actually really shy.  Blamire tries small talk once, complimenting the weather, and trailing off into a story about a stand off she had with staff at the Westmoreland Services about eating a take-away Lancashire Hotpot in the seated area; as she approaches the punchline, she realises she doesn’t have one, and says meekly ‘Oh well, that’s that… this song’s called…’.  It’s really charming, but Prince they ain’t.

So it’s just as well she’s got her twangy guitar to do her talking for her; she’s well capable of opening up and letting it rip, such as on the exquisitely jangly ‘Want It Forever‘, a real stand out.  They have a real ear for a great riff, and I think that’s when they’re at their best; ‘The Three of Us‘ and ‘Strange Moon Rising’  are stonkingly riffy tracks, and they do something exceptional with my favourite, ‘Hotel Room‘.  It begins slow and downbeat, like waking up with a hangover in a  chain motel, then they kick it up and blast their way through the rest at a great lick.  Fantastic.

But they’re also developing a real ear for slow burning ballads:  ‘Your Own Silent Movie’ and ‘Are You Crazy’ are lovely.  Then there’s their pastoral folky stuff (‘Misty Versions’, ‘We’ve Seen Birds’, etc.) which means it all adds up to a mix that is far more eclectic than it sounds on first listening.

They’re supported by The Lake Poets, aka Martin Longstaff, a Sunderland lad who brings along some of his mates to play with him. He’s awfy good; great songs, great guitar picking, charming chat and the voice of an angel.  ‘Edinburgh’ and ‘Rain‘ are particularly beautiful.  He should go far.

Little Miss Perchink and the Guid Scotch Pies: Jill Brown, Barlinnie Prison, 28/5/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on May 28, 2014
Jill Brown

Jill Brown

So – that was a pretty unique gig!

My pal Jill Brown – who was one of those stand out pupils you have in your career at Lenzie Academy 18 years ago – is a wee Renaissance gal; a PR consultant, spin doctor,TV presenter, singer songwriter and boxer (yes, boxer – her grandfather was a pro).  Her music is no nonsense AOR R&B with a slick production  (she’s worked with half of Texas, though not the really famous half), and she’s been cutting her teeth doing gigs in Scotland’s toughest prisons.  She also sleeps occasionally.

So come along, she says.  I do.  A few other of her pals do too, all of us lined up along the back of a tiny hall in the depths of the prison as a crowd of Glasgow’s finest come traipsing through the doors.  They look so tough, their faces so full of character, I think I must have wandered into a Peter Howson exhibition.  ‘Nothing has ever, ever kicked off,’ one of the warders tells us, ‘but if it does…’

The first half of the show is the prison guitar group, and there is some real talent on display.  Two of the guys play their own songs, including one about missing a beloved daughter (they can put a tune together, these blokes)  and Jill joins a pretty fine guitarist for a couple of covers.

Then there’s a break for one of the best Scotch pies I’ve ever had.   Honestly.  I dimly remember having one at a St Mirren match,  one of those legendary Kilmarnock pies that were the only reason anyone ever went to Rugby Park.  This one is better.  And it’s with Irn Bru.  Diet tomorrow, I think…

Second half, Jill gets her band up to crack through eight or so of her songs.   I can hear her developing as a songwriter.  Much of her work is informed by the industrial amounts of shit she’s had to face in her life (she won’t mind me saying that, she freely admits it on stage) so you can hear the pain and the fight and the redemption behind the toe-tapping tunes.  Two I haven’t heard – ‘Neverending Song’, a startlingly good love song, and ‘A Right Hook’s Coming, and a Whole Lot More’ (yes, I told you, she’s a boxer) – are especially good.

And that audience?  Well, they’re perfect.  There’s no even good natured heckling of  their fellow inmates who are performing – they’re treated warmly, because they all share the same sentiments – and, apart from a couple of wolf whistles as tiny, perchink Jill takes the stage (which she charmingly deals with PDQ), they are perfectly respectful.  Applause is genuine, songs are greeted with careful attention and they take Jill’s quips and barbs and jokes with good humour (‘What is it?  Do we fancy him?’ she asks, as her bass player gets a particularly loud cheer).  How I wish they’d been the audience at Pokey LaFarge’s gig in Amsterdam earlier this month…

So – a great wee evening.  Jill works so hard at her music, she deserves a lot more success.  I’m very proud of my pupil.  I’m very proud of my pal.




Prides, King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, 22/5/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on May 25, 2014
Lewis Gardiner, Stewart Brock, Callum Wiseman

Lewis Gardiner, Stewart Brock, Callum Wiseman

After their great mini-set at Sofar Glasgow a couple of months, ago, I was damned sure I was going to see Glasgow’s biggest up and coming band; seems everyone else had the same idea, because Tut’s is an absolute sell out, groaning at the seams for a band that, remarkably, only put their first track online about a year ago.  They are going far, and they deserve to.

It’s short set, but it oozes class.  My only complaint is that they start the set with my favourite,  ‘The Seeds You Sow‘, a huge track that demands that you chant along and dance your bollocks off.  However, they don’t really let up, and those big chants and tingly synths come thick and fast with ‘Out of the Blue’ and ‘Cold Blooded’ and their brilliant new single ‘Messiah‘ (the video is a hoot).    They’re a great band, tight as a drum; it’s noticeable that all those difficult syncopations and startling abrupt entries are pin point sharp.  Stuart Brock, too, has a wonderful voice, shown to great effect on a kitsch cover of ‘Time after Time’ and an a capella ‘When Doves Cry’, two songs that suit their big, romantic aesthetic.

Fab stuff.  A band to watch, big time.



Revere, King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, 15/5/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on May 25, 2014
Ellie Wilson, Stephen Ellis, Kathleen McKie  and The Beard...

Ellie Wilson, Stephen Ellis, Kathleen McKie and The Beard…

A reprise of last year’s gig, this time thankfully a little better supported.  The Youth and Young share the bill again, and hammer their way fetchingly through a setlist that gets them and the audience hot and bothered.  This is a lovely band who love their music.  ‘Our Father’s Wars‘ is a cracking track with that big anthemic ‘Whoa’ stomping throughout, and ‘Blanket’ and ‘The Colour Upstream’ are clearly radio friendly.  I don’t know if Radio 6 has picked them up yet, but they should.

Then on to Revere, with Stephen Ellis back in fine voice and with a beard that has become Old Testamental in proportions since last year.  They’re travelling light this time round – no Nick Hirst on keyboards or Ellie Wilson on violin and vocals – which means the use of samples and soundfiles.  It feels a little bit less of an event without them, but there’s no denying the quality.  They rip through their operatic anthems undeterred:  I really do love ‘I Won’t Blame You‘ and, especially, ‘Maybe We Should Go Outside’ simply because they are so ambitious, so over the top.  Brilliant stuff.

Afterwards, I get a hug from Ellis and have a chat with bassist Russell Cook.  They’re happy to be back, he says, and feels they’re slowly building a fan base here; ‘Aberdeen was difficult, though’, he says, and I wish I’d alerted some of my pal’s up there to go along.  Big things are, deservedly, beginning to happen for them though;   European label V2 has picked up their latest album, ‘My Mirror / Your Target’.  Here, they’re going to work more with The Youth and Young to plug into their local knowledge – there seems to be a genuine bond between two very different bands – and they’re playing house gigs to build support, and if my living room was big enough, I’d have them round tomorrow.  If they’re going down that route a little way, I reckon Sofar in London should snap them up.

However, I go out the door happy, because I’ve got ‘My Mirror / Your Target’ on vinyl; and cool, crystal clear vinyl it is too.  Yum yum.  Next time, I’ll buy them a pint to say thanks.



Barbarism and brilliance; Pokey LaFarge, Paradiso Amsterdam, 2/5/14

Posted in Gig review, World music by raymondsoltysek on May 12, 2014

Pokey LaFarge

What to do on my first night with pals in Amsterdam?  How about some honky tonk, redneck blues roots music from a wee guy who looks like the kinda gopher you’d find dodging time on the chain gang by wheeling and dealing in all sortsa black market commodities?

Pokey LaFarge looks like a 1930s criminal from the Deep South, and the ethic of the music and the clothes and the set has me feeling like I’ve wandered into a scene from ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou’.  From the snazzy suits and spats and polka-dot dresses to the retro amps and single-mic’d voices, this is straight from a moonshine bodega.  And it’s great.

He’s a real toe-tapper.  For the first half hour, I can’t stop dancing in my seat to ‘La La Blues‘ or ‘Sweet Potato Blues’ or ‘In the Graveyard Now‘ or ‘Garbage Man Blues‘.  His band – Joey Glynn on bass, Adam Hoskins on guitar,  TJ Muller on horns and cute birthday girl  Chloe Feoranzo on clarinet and sax – are all musicians at the absolute top of their game, but stand out star is  Ryan Koenig on percussion who also happens to be one of the very, very best harmonica players I’ve ever heard.  Watch him on the videos and marvel. The result is a tight band that is fabulous to watch as well as listen to.

So this would have been a fantastic night – except…

The audience is shite.  Easily the worst I have ever encountered.  LaFarge tells them this is being recorded for a live album, but that does nothing to gain any sort of respect from them.  The first six or seven rows are great – real fans who have dressed up and know the songs and dance to their hearts’ content – but, as I look down from the balcony, the noise begins to filter through my enjoyment and I see that  the back third of the hall couldn’t give a damn.  Girls taking selfies, couples with their backs to the stage, groups clustering around mobile phones and hooting at the inanities they find there… they are utterly shocking.  LaFarge is a musical historian and a natural raconteur and wants to talk to us, to build a relationship with us, but halfway through a tale about his tour to Madrid, he gives it up as a lost cause; ‘Well just listen to you,’ he says, ‘you’re about ready for the next song, aint ya?’   Thereafter, he plugs on through the whole magnificent set because he’s a pro, but his irritation can’t help showing; ‘I’d like to thank you all for listening so intently,’ he says, scowling down at his strings, and his irony is completely lost on this shower of barbarians.

I want to piss on them from a great height.  I regret I refrain from doing so.


British Sea Power, Liquid Room, 6/4/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on May 11, 2014

British Sea Power

My ears have only just stopped ringing from The Parlotones’  gig at King Tut’s three nights previously when I do it all again to them with the fine British Sea Power.

I’ve always thought them to be a fairly low-key band – hardly mental rockers anyway – but they sure can crank it up when they want to. They blast it out from the word go with the brilliantly riffy ‘Fear of Drowning’ and ‘We Are Sound’ and simply kick through their set – audience interaction is pretty limited, so it’s just head down boogie for some of the punters, including a particularly annoying group of middle aged skins who think they have the right to occupy the centre of the floor and cause GBH on all and sundry.

Some of this is really lovely, especially ‘Machineries of Joy’ and, of course, ‘Waving Flags’.  Their music is about as eclectic as you could ask for – unfortunately, they don’t play anything from the beautiful soundtrack album, “From the Sea to the Land Beyond” – and that probably accounts for their cult following.

That following chants ‘Easy! Easy!’ all night and eventually get their wish, ‘No Lucifer’ rounding off an excellent set. I came in curious, I go away pretty much converted. That’ll do nicely.

Dar Williams, CCA, 14/3/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on May 11, 2014
dar wiliams

Dar Williams

Wow – found a minute to catch up on some blog posts…

Dar Williams is a lovely New York folk singer. She’s been around for yonks, and speaks eloquently of the royalty she knows and has worked with, including Peter Yarrow (of Peter, Paul and Mary) and Pete Seeger. She regularly does benefit gigs and concerts to support left wing causes, so her heart and her sensibility are in the right place; she speaks poignantly of going with Yarrow to comfort a community ripped apart by a mass shooting.

This was a sweet gig. I’m not a died in the wool fan, so I don’t know a lot of her stuff, but she has a gorgeous voice that holds a gorgeous tune effortlessly. I particularly like ‘Mercy of the Fallen’ , one of those anthems about redemption that Shawn Colvin or Mary Chapin Carpenter does so well (two other stellar names Williams has worked with) and ‘When I was a Boy’ , which begins as a lovely little reimagining of Peter Pan from Wendy’s point of view and ends up one of those songs she does that plays with gender politics (one she doesn’t do that I’ve always liked, ‘As Cool As I Am’, is similar, a striding, confident, don’t-mess-with-me paean to female emotional liberation).      Other stand outs include ‘I am the one who will remember everything’; she has a healthy disregard for religion, for corporate wealth, for inhumanity, and she sings it out so well. ‘

Support is from half of an Irish band, Malojian. They have a lovely delicate sound, and a penchant for cool, crystal clear vinyl that looks a treat on my deck…

The Parlotones, King Tut’s, 3/4/14

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on April 6, 2014

Kahn Morbee, The Parlotones

You always know you’ve been to a great gig when your ears are still ringing two days later.

The Parlotones are a South African band that creates a real buzz in the bar downstairs; there’s a strong and very diverse fan base tonight, and it’s the first time I’ve seen folk  gathering to take photos of the band drinking downstairs. Their music is big and anthemic, capable of bombast and humour at the same time. Lead singer Khan Morbee is a brilliant frontman – charming, handsome, a hint of danger (‘I hope Glasgow doesn’t close down on a Thursday night’, he says, and you know he’s the kind of boy to be misbehaving later) – and they’re tight and together.

Big in-yer-face numbers like ‘Louder than Bombs’ or the brilliant ‘Life Design’ are contrasted with more whimsical stuff like ‘Honey’ or the OTT theatrics of ‘Push Me to the Floor’ or ’I’m Only Human’. They’re also capable of really touching numbers too: ‘I’ll Be There’ is as gorgeous a stadium love song as you’ll find, and ‘Fly to the Moon’ is performed off mic and is stunning. The new album due out will be a must, if only for ‘Sleepwalkers’, a stonking track. Fantastic stuff from a band rock’n’roll enough to be downing whiskies on stage.  They have a few sound problems –  they miss the first few bars of the opening vocal, ‘Push Me to the Floor’, Morbee breaks a string and it takes several numbers to find a replacement from the support band, and at the end, guitarist Paul Hodgson must have been playing so loud he fucks up his amp, and leaves the stage to the others for a quiet, understated conclusion – but they don’t really get in the way of a great set.

Support is supplied by two Scottish bands. ‘One Last Secret’ are a Kilmarnock outfit. They’re very, very good, especially chunky guitarist Fraser, who also breaks a string and has to borrow Morbee’s guitar. Obviously a night for playing loud and proud. Occasionally, they sound a bit like the White Stripes – listen to the opening of ‘Tonight‘ –  but they’re unique enough to be worth a following of their own.

The interestingly named Huevo and the Giant kick off the night. They’ve got real ability too, a band in that poppy-rock West of Scotland indie tradition that should attract a lot of business.

So, all in all, a pretty fine night.


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