When is a gig not a gig…. but it is a gig? The ABBA Voyage Experience in London was a gig not like any other, but still one of THE “live” experiences of my lifetime, and I would imagine, the next… While I was cynical when I first read there was going to be an ABBA experience featuring avatars, or should I say Abba-tars of the fabulous four (yeah I know that “title” has been taken), any cynicism started to reduce over time as everyone I know who had been regaled me with tales of how good it was. It’s not just the show itself, not one detail has been overlooked with highly organised entry, bars and merchandise stalls putting other entertainment venues to shame.… Read the rest
Category: Gig reviews
It’s not without an element of happy surprise that I’m writing this blog. I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m not what you’d call a hardcore fan of Guns ‘n’ Roses, or more particularly the voice of Axl Rose, having a tendency to lean more towards the guitars in the band, I did have the pleasure of witnessing Slash and Duff several times in their guise of Velvet Revolver. Don’t get me wrong, I think Appetite for Destruction is a classic debut, one that took its blueprint from the likes of Hanoi Rocks and The Heartbreakers and added their own hard rock edge and punk attitude to create the sound that many others would try, and fail, to replicate.… Read the rest
Second gig of the weekend, and another first for me, this time around, for whatever reason, it was the first time I’d managed to catch Glasgow’s 2 Sevens live, on a triple bill also featuring Ex- and Buzzbomb.
Currently riding high following the release of their recent EP, 13 (count ’em!), Ex- are always a pleasure to witness live, Colin Meek with current line up, Scott on drums, Dave on bass and Tam on Guitar producing an always sublime selection of first wave of punk influenced guitar band sounds, alongside thought provoking and contemplative lyrics, Meek being a prolific and talented writer also having a wheen of books to his name too.… Read the rest
In a week which ended in a day spent in a sweltering workplace with no air conditioning, a journey home on train full of bams with a lack of any social airs or graces, delivery companies that just don’t deliver, and a thunder and lightning storm that did little to reduce the humidity, I was in need of some light relief. I nearly turned back from the station as I was running late, doubting I would make it in time for the mighty Bin Juice, and I felt like a hideous sweaty mess, even my eyeballs were sweating, and my hay fever was getting the better of me, but I fortuitously looked at my phone to see that Bin Juice stage time was 15 minutes later than I first thought.… Read the rest
This year seems to be the year for unusual gig locations. Having seen The Courettes play for prisoners in Barlinnie earlier in the year, this time round it was my namesake, Carol Hodge, playing a private house party to which I was fortunate enough to receive an invite, making up for the fact I missed her gig with Ginger Wildheart the night before due to my double (actually triple) booking of gigs and being at The Beat and Bow Wow Wow in Glasgow Barrowland.
First thing to say is kudos to Carol for doing such a thing. She mentioned it herself, playing a gig like this.… Read the rest
For some reason I have never witnessed The Beat live. Just one of these things, the planets never aligned. I assumed with the death of Ranking Roger my chance had gone, but not so, with Dave Wakeling bringing his version of The Beat to Glasgow Barrowland. I’ll admit I had a slight concern about the crowd filling the Ballroom, having seen one of the ticket filler companies selling tickets for around a fiver earlier on in the week. Not great news for those who had already paid full price but the approach seemed to work, while the gig wasn’t sold out, it was a healthy sized crowd.… Read the rest
In a typical turn of events in the Glasgow gig world, I could have been in (at least) two places at once tonight with two of Glasgow’s best new(ish) bands playing at the same time in different parts of the city. I’d bought a ticket to see Brenda supporting Pozi in The Hug and Pint before Junk Pups announced they were supporting Sister Madds at their single launch in Nice n Sleazy. I did do some research on the possibilities of seeing both, but time travel isn’t yet a thing…
Let’s just say, the Glasgow music scene is in fine fettle with bands like Junk Pups and Brenda winning new followers every day alongside bands like Watermachine, Tina Sandwich, Sacred Noise, Brontes, Big Girls Blouse, Pizza Crunch, Casual Worker, Pedalo, Parliamo, Static, Bin Juice, the aforementioned Sister Madds, Dark Amadeus’s and Goodbody to name a few.… Read the rest
This was the second weekend in a row I took in a triple bill of Last Night From Glasgow acts, having been wowed the previous Friday by the album launch show for Slime City in the excellent St Luke’s and the Winged Ox venue, a gig also featuring bis and Casual Worker.
Converted churches seem to be order of the day, this time round Websters Theatre in the city’s West End hosting the trio of Graham Skinner and Douglas McIntyre’s The Cowboy Mouth, the band who have the prestige of being LNFG’s first album release, Sister John and, as I once saw them billed, a seminal Glasgow band, The Bathers.… Read the rest
The last time The Primitives played Broadcast, the venue was, at best, half full. This time round though, the gig was a sell out, maybe this was partly the Saturday night effect, but whatever the reason, I made sure I was there early to get a good spot, having been at sell out gigs in the venue before and getting stuck somewhere I could see virtually nothing.
The only gripe I had about this was, I was standing around looking like a lemon for what seemed like hours. Despite the ticket saying doors at 7, show starts 8, it was another 45 minutes after that before The Primitives took to the stage.… Read the rest
16th April 2023 in Glasgow’s Room 2 stripped years off me, maybe not physically, but certainly mentally. First (pardon the pun), I’d seen Then Jerico way back in November & December 1987 in the QMU and Edinburgh Playhouse respectively on the Winter Safari tour at the ripe old age of 18, fast forward to ‘89 and this time it was the Playhouse and the famous Barrowland for the Big Area tour. I may have aged 33 years in the interim but in Room 2 on Sunday night, as stage time approached, I felt the same youthful exuberance I’d felt all those years ago, a giddy sense of anticipation potentially unbecoming of a man of my advancing years.… Read the rest