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Thursday, 24 September 2015

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Unknown Mortal Orchestra absolutely blew the house down at Shepherds Bush Empire last night. It was the third time I have seen them and they have now entered the realm of musical freedom. They interact intuitively and their enjoyment rebounds onto the audience. Gone is Ruban Nielson's poncho from the Electric Ballroom almost two years ago, which gave the sense of a musical outlaw taking on the world. Then, it was all about him and his guitar playing - brilliant as it is - with the drummer and bassist relegated to the supporting cast, but with the poncho being replaced by an off kilter, spray painted baseball cap and three quarter length baggy shorts, he is obviously more relaxed and at ease with the idea of fronting a band.

The gig at Islington Assembly Hall in May saw them become a proper group, with the addition of a keyboard player, who takes the Multi Love album someplace else and expands their sound. The Islington gig took place literally a week or so after Multi Love's release, so they were testing new material on the audience. That music is now embedded in their show, the band know it is loved and they are able to fully express themselves.

I am going to take a slight diversion at this point to say that I am considering setting up a Face Book page called Middle Aged Men Who Go To Gigs On Their Own. Stood to my right, as if we had naturally gravitated towards one another, was such a kindred spirit. He had a bald head, beard and moustache and wore glasses. To this guy's right was another one of us, a man with a carefully waxed moustache and round glasses. I have neither glasses nor facial hair and my barnet is in full tact but I was indeed a middle aged man at a gig on his own. After the gig, the bald MAMOHO gave me a knowing pat on my shoulder and I returned the gesture. Not a word passed between us but we knew we were part of an exclusive club.

Back to the gig.

A great live band takes their music way beyond what you hear on the record. I saw Alt-J at Brixton Academy a couple of years ago and I may as well have stayed at home and played the CD really loudly. 
UMO on the other hand have that spark, a connection with the audience and they expand on their tracks. The extended funky jams and forays into new sounds and arrangements have become an essential part of the show.

At Islington Assembly Hall, the drummer, Riley Geare (see HSD Image,) played a long raucous, wild drum solo in which he kicked over part of his drum kit. This time round, his kit was secure and his solo mesmerising. At Islington, Ruban's brother Kody was the support act. At one point he wandered off stage and into the crowd, whilst singing, hi-5ing all and sundry, then taking the stairs to continue his song, stood amongst the crowd on the balcony. Last night it was big brothers turn to climb the speaker stack, take a detour into the crowd, before taking the stairs to perch on the edge of the balcony, all the while not missing a word or dropping a note.
This was then followed by a music hall, knees up Mother Brown style, clap along piano solo, from the keyboard player Quincy McRary. The stuff of genius.

Musically the band are together. It is not all about Ruban anymore, although he is obviously a hugely talented front man, with an incredibly soulful voice, an ability to reach a very high range, whilst his guitar playing can take on mind blowing proportions. I think the bass player, Jake Portrait deserves the opportunity to fly solo with some far out bass vibes!!

The bands major attribute is that they have great variety of sound across three albums, from the fuzz fuelled Funny Friends and Thought Ballune on the self titled debut, to the gorgeous From The Sun and So Good At Being In Trouble off the second album 11. On Multi Love, the latest album, tracks range from a more direct pop feel, such as the storming Can't Keep Checking My Phone, which had everyone bouncing to the final encore track of the night, to the gently thumping groove of Necessary Evil (see HSD Tune,) the first encore trackcomplete with Flugelhorn and swathes of organ.

Another Facebook group that may well be set up is Middle Aged Men Who take Their Offspring To Gigs, as a friend of mine did last night. My eldest son is only a few months away from the legal gig age of fourteen, so that could be a window to the future... 


   

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Riley Geare, drummer with Unknown Mortal Orchestra, mesmerises the audience with some amazing beats...

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Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Necessary Evil

Complete with Flugelhorn, this track was a stunner at Shepherds Bush Empire last night...



Wednesday, 23 September 2015

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If the first episode of This Is England '90 lulled me into a false sense of nostalgic security, the second episode whacked me severely about the chops and squeezed me through a terrifying, emotional mangle. Kelly is lost, looking like a tripped out, messed up Notts Bridget Bardot with all that long blonde hair and black eye shadow. There has not been a more vulnerable heroine since Lol in This Is England '86. When Gadge asked Kel if she was alright at the end of the episode and gave her a hug, he was doing it on behalf of us all. It was a national group hug. With news that Combo is returning, to live with Lol and Woody, our emotions are set to be tossed around like a ball baring in a pinball machine. Only terrible things lie in store and I will be peering out from between my fingers...

Last Saturday, I had the misfortune of taking my boys to see Villa play against West Brom. On the short train journey from New Street, the train broke down betwen Duddeston and Aston. On our right hand side, leering over us like a massive flat pack temple of doom was St.Andrew's, the ground of our fiercest rivals, Birmingham City. The driver, as if to rub salt into the wounds, given the fact that Villa are struggling in the Premier League, announced over the tannoy "we will be here for some time due to a points problem." He must have been a Birmingham supporter. After 45 minutes we moved the hundred metres into Aston station and then watched Villa put in an abject performance and lose 1-0. At least we beat Birmingham last night in the League Cup...




Kelly from This Is England '90 - A lost soul...

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Here is a picture I took at a great cafe on Brockley Road called Arlo and Moe. Go visit if you are ever in the area...




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William Onyeabor - Fantastic Man

In episode 2 of This Is England '90 Lol and Woody were having a barbecue with their mates and Fantastic Man by William Onyeabor came on the stereo. Although I can't imagine that a group of young people on a Nottinghamshire council estate in 1990 would have been listening to William Onyeabor, it is a fantastic tune, by a fantastic man. The double album Who Is William Onyeabor is well worth getting in...



Saturday, 12 September 2015

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As with my last post, listening to a track on my way to work inspired me - this time, yesterday morning. I am no political writer or great knowledge on the subject. I have my views and hold them strongly but it would not be something I would want to necessarily talk about down the pub. Football and music are my subjects of choice. Listening to Holy Moly by Matthew E White on my commute, compelled me to express my thoughts. His song was written well before the refugee crisis but the lyric “Fuck them all, love is home; love is home, fuck them all,” really struck a chord with me. In my mind, fuck them all relates to standing up for what you believe in and opposing the government’s position on the human disaster unfolding in front of our eyes. Love is home means we can’t turn the other way. Britain is better than this; we have to extend a helping hand. The hardship and grief that these people, mainly coming from Syria, are having to endure is unbearable and intolerable. How would you cope in that situation? There has been a total breakdown of society, there is permanent fear of death and people live with no hope. It’s enough to make you resort to desperate measures to escape a terrible situation. If you feel like I do, you have to speak out against the government’s inadequate plans, whose ethos is Me myself and I and in a modern, global society, that won’t do. The government’s interpretation of fuck them all refers to the refugees and a view of ‘it’s not our problem.’


It’s funny sometimes how things can go full circle. By the end of Second World War in 1945, Germany, under an evil regime full of intolerance and hatred, had exterminated millions of Jews in the concentration camps. In 2015, seventy years on, Germany is opening its doors and leading the way, offering a welcome to allow people facing extreme cruelty, persecution and hopelessness in their own countries, to seek refuge on it’s own land. Had Germany won the Second World War, life would no doubt be extremely different. We would be living in a fearful, intolerant, introspective world. Thankfully, Britain and its allies won the war, to allow the world to become closer and boundaries to be crossed. The closed off, narrow minded, introspective leader in the current situation is David Cameron and unless we start speaking out, things will only get worse. To talk of taking in 20,000 refugees over five years, whilst Germany accepts 40,000 a week, is not only insulting to the refugees who need our help but to the majority of British people with a traditionally generous spirit, who hold a broader view of the world. It is also an insult to those who lost their lives in World War 2 fighting to save the right to freedom of speech, freedom of movement and culture as well as protecting global democracy. In fact the British Government’s stance in this crisis is downright embarrassing. As Matthew E White so beautifully puts it, “Fuck them all, love is home...”

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Fans of Dulwich Hamlet express their solidarity with the Refugees at the 1-0 victory over Billericay Town...



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Matthew E White - Holy Moly

Get your ears round this. A profound song if ever I heard one...