My gig going has taken a hit this year, especially recently. I think I’ve given away more tickets than attended gigs in the last month or so…with the vagaries of life taking over. That meant, apart from managing an hour in The Hug and Pint to marvel at the wonders of Sister MADDs a couple of weeks ago, events around which meant I never did manage a write up (incidentally I bumped into their talented rhythm guitarist Fraser McCallum after This gig). Sister MADDs are a band on the rise with a headline gig at King Tuts lined this summer… (another addendum – the aforementioned guitarist also has a solo appearance during Summer Nights) I’ll certainly be reviewing that one. … Read the rest
Year: 2024
Bela Lugosi might be dead, the bats may have left the bell tower and the victims bled. But the red velvet doesn’t line the box, by the sound of Bela & the Lugosis, they’d be more likely to be turn it into a gloriously over the top stage shirt, to go with the “plastic boots and spandex flares” of the EPs title track.
The Trash in Dayglow 5 Track EP announces itself in darkly majestic style, with the thunderous instrumental AS Erotica laying the groundwork for the clamorous electrically charged wham bam thank you ma’am glam stomp of the song from which the EP takes its name.… Read the rest
There is a certain irony that, in a week when I was reminded by events close to home about our mortality as a species, I am reviewing the new album by James King and the Lonewolves. The Mortality Arcade, is album which, while highlighting the fragility of life and exploring the themes of love, loss and grief, both emphasises that raw feeling of emptiness and sorrow that we go though when we lose a loved one, but also is somehow uplifting, a comfort in hard times and an opportunity to reflect on the positive ways in which those we have lost have touched our lives.… Read the rest
Fronted by the inimitable Meek, Ex- is a band who have featured on these pages on several occasions previously, their talented lead singer/guitarist/lyricist a prolific writer as well as talented musician.
Meek by name and meek by nature? He may come across as an unassuming and modest character in person, and look at the bands Facebook description, it is the somewhat minimalistic “Band from Scotland”. This is a description which massively understates the depth and quality of the music of Ex-, a punk band at heart – a hint of proto-punk, glam punk, through the gamut of late 70s harmonic melodic pun – but mixing things up and making them their own while, dare I say, interlacing elements of, for want of a better phrase “indie-rock” (the riffs in Gonna Do a Runner have Shed Seven written all over them). … Read the rest
You may have heard me wax lyrical about the endearingly sublime qualities of Glasgow based queer art-rock quartet Junk Pups on occasion. If you haven’t, and your first question is “Who the fuck are Junk Pups?”, my immediate response might be, “Where the hell have you been?” Followed quickly by a thoughtful wish that I was in your shoes and could have the awe and excitement of hearing, and seeing, the band for the first time again.
Fear not though, now’s your chance to play catch up as the band, having had a rabid pack of pups and pupettes baying for new tunes to listen to, finally release their debut 4 track EP, Ball and Chain.… Read the rest
A wee afternoon jaunt into the city for the Girls Rock Glasgow fundraiser was a perfect way to wile away a couple of hours on a warm and sunny Sunday afternoon. This was more than just a couple of bands on a Sunday afternoon, which indeed would have been enough in itself, no, this was an event laid on by Girls Rock Glasgow, to feature some of the current crop of women in grassroots rock bands, but much more than that it was to,raise funds for this years Girls Rock Glasgow summer programme to inspire the future generation of girls in rock bands, and it has to be said they had loads of potential in the audience for future years.… Read the rest
This album may have taken 40 odd years to come to fruition, with the band disbanding in 1985 having recorded a session for John Peel the previous year and come so close to signing a record deal, but despite the gap, Tales of Innocence is an absolute triumph, finally bringing together that 1984 Peel Session alongside two long-lost songs and four songs which the band wrote back in the early eighties but never recorded until now. The release of this stunning album finally closes out that circle that was started all those years ago, the story of a band who split before the promise of that coveted record deal was fulfilled, with five of their number departing, three of them going on to form The Crows, finally being told, and acting as a great tribute to one of their missing members, the late Indira Sharma.… Read the rest
All photos courtesy of Chris Hogge Photography
Holding Up Half the Sky is an extraordinary piece of work. An album of songs inspired by female empowerment, from Xan’s own experiences and those of inspirational women from history.
An extraordinary achievement needs to be launched in extraordinary surroundings. Where could be more unique and special than the world’s oldest surviving music hall, the place where a sixteen year old Stan Laurel first tread the boards.
This is an event that has been two years in the planning. I say event as it was much more than just a gig (a phenomenally special and emotional gig granted – not “just” a gig), this was Xan’s vision finally coming to fruition.… Read the rest
This month Xan Tyler follows up her 2021 sunshine-swathed reggae-tinged album with The Mad Professor, Clarion Call, with her latest album Holding Up Half the Sky. The new album is an altogether different prospect than its predecessor, leaving behind the reggae influence and adding an intriguing gamut of alluring instrumentation, I’m no expert but is that flutes, oboes and tubas I hear being used among others to dreamily dramatic effect? The album retains the feel of basking in the sunshine, but this time musically reflecting those relaxed dog day afternoons languishing in the balmy heat with a dreamy listlessness, an album that with any luck will herald in the start of the summer after a long dreary wet winter.… Read the rest
Punks no dad, no… dad’s no punk, no, my dad’s more punk than your dad. Hawd on… punk’s no deid? Or is it? Who the fuck cares anymore. Over the years the term has lost its meaning. Is it a fashion, a style, a cynical marketing ploy? The aging punk polis would argue ’til their safety pins pop, their mohawks flop and they’re ready to drop about what is and isn’t punk (how very “punk” of them), as they challenge Primark Ramones T-shirt wearing youths on their punk credentials… “Name three songs…” they’ll challenge as they close their minds to anything beyond UK82…
So let me just say this… Soapbox is PUNK as FUCK…because in the true sense of what punk stood for all those years ago, this energetic no fucks given quartet has all the credentials.… Read the rest