richard hawley

Dr P had bought tickets for he and Mrs Dr P to go and see Richard Hawley in York. She didnt want to go, so I happily stood in when the ticket was up for grabs. After sqeezing into what are surely the narrowest parking spaces in the country (how are you supposed to get out once parked?) we got there too late to see the first act of the night but in time to see Vincent Vincent and the Villains do a wonderful set of 50s style English Rockn’Roll. Songs about working in a Cinema and the sins of love had us impressed. On my own was my favourite.
Our seats were on the front row of the first tier, bang in the middle. When Richard Hawley came on, it was as if he was playing for us. The sound was awesome – he has a fantastic band who obviously enjoyed playing together. Hawley is a great front man who likes to interact with the crowd. After initially chastising us for not being as good a crowd as Belfast he crooned through the cream of his solo back catalogue. Introducing Hotel Room as a song about addiction and I should know gave the song a whole new twist for me. Pre-gig my favourite song was Born under a bad sign (What are you like, youve had a right life! being one of the best opening lines ever) but the twangy guitar on Dark Road stayed with me for days after. An encore of him and Pal Colin on Harmonica topped by the crazed inprov during The Ocean sent us all home on a high. Best gig Ive been to in a long while!

sex Patels
Having Kids means never getting to a gig early. As Sledge and I entered the New Roscoe, a familiar song was being played that I couldnt quite place and then realised it was Joy Divisions Atmosphere sung in a beautiful soprano with only a sitar for accompaniment. Welcome to the wonderful world of the Sex Patels. Tony informs us that weve missed the Northern twang version of Once in a Lifetime my fave from their my space page http://www.myspace.com/sexpatels They did 2 sets, interspersed with a mad set from Captain HotKnives – a man who hates slugs and whos tale of murdering his psychiatrist and stealing his car to get out of Bradford is far too believable http://www.myspace.com/captainhotknives. The guy selling Sex Patels CDs said they have a support slot with the Blockheads in the offing, so a version of Hit me with your rhythm stick was bound to happen! There was a free samosa with each CD too what a bargain and what a great night.
Bob

I remember many years ago when my niece Hannah was about 10, she phoned me to tell me shed spent her pocket money on the new Cardigans LP I was always making tapes for my brother Ste in those days and so the kids got to listen to some eclectic stuff on those long car journeys..Dislocation Dance followed by Frank Sidebottom followed by Bill Nelson.. The Cardigans Sick and tired was on one tape and shed gone out to buy the CD. I told my other brother Dave that I was quite proud of myself for this Proud of yourself! Id be proud if Id influenced a kid to play the piano or read Shakespeare but to buy pop music!

My daughter Marisa is now 10 (soon to be 11) and has become the lucky receiver of my old faithful iMac DV desktop computer. I darent hook her up to the net but she does use it to write stories on and listen to music. Make me a list of what you want on it I say and from the top of her head the list (below on the left) comes in Kaiser Chiefs, Dido, Pink, Killers, Lily Allen, Snow Patrol, Bic Runga, Cardigans and the Smiths. We then go on a car journey and I give her the iPod Have a listen on shuffle and see if theres anything there you want and the list on the right gets written.. Stone Roses, White Stripes, Gorillaz, Young Marble Giants, Happy Mondays.. Im glad to say that Im so proud!

Bob

marisa music list

The Fannies, Darwin, Huxley and QUIMS

One April night in 2007 I was driving from Cardiff to Stoke on Trent for a conference. At just over two hours the journeys not too bad, and Radcliffe and Maconie had just taken up residence in their 8pm-10pm slot on radio 2. As a result I didnt choose the CDs for the journey too carefully. I was delighted when not long into their programme that evening they played Sparkys dream by Teenage Fanclub. To me that is THE perfect pop song. Just over 3 minutes of pure pop perfection. I can think of no criticism of it, and each time I listen to it I end up with a smile on my face, and feel a bit more content with life. I was made up when the song ended not because it had ended, but because Radclife and Maconie then began lauding the song for its genius. Amazing maybe they do have taste…

A minute later I was rooting around in the glove compartment looking for a Teenage Fanclub cd. I had Grand Prix, the album Sparkys dream came from, in the car, so put it on, and spent the rest of the journey thinking about just how perfect that band are, and that album is. After the conference dinner I found myself propping up the bar with Bob the Chiropodist, co-founder of QUIMS, recounting the story. It rapidly became clear that we had a lot of musical experiences and tastes in common. He must have got the impression I liked Teenage Fanclub – to the extent that I could write about them – because thats what he asked me to do as a contribution to the QUIMS website. Only trouble was, I had no idea what to write…

From Stoke I had to drive down to Silverstone, and in a Saturday night in Towcester over a good curry I found myself reading (I know how this must sound) Darwin for Beginners. It seems that Darwin was the first to write about a concept that many others at that time had a hunch about. In fact, Darwins brother in law, Huxley, read Darwins essay and it all suddenly made sense. He kicked himself for not seeing something so beautiful and perfect and logical himself. It made perfect sense. Even though it made perfect sense, however, it was still remarkable, and the sort of thing that rarely comes along.

Suddenly it made perfect sense. The Fannies are THE ABSOLUTE MASTERS of pop perfection. When I listen to them their music is unpretentious its not trying too hard, in fact, it seems as if its not trying at all. From The Concept and Star Sign to Sparky and Mellow Doubt, to the absolutely sublime speed of sound. Ive met Norman in my student days when we blagged it into gigs under the cover of student press – and this adds to my understanding and appreciation of their music. He (and the rest of the band) are totally unpretentious. They seem to exist in a place where the trends that characterise the popular music industry do not apply. They are doing their thing because it makes perfect sense to them, its what they want to do, and because its the only way to do it.

Teenage Fanclub stand out to me as a quite exceptional group of musicians. The product of their efforts are consistently effortless. It makes perfect sense in every way. Its almost as if you could explain their formula because it is essentially formulaic. But no one else can do that pop thing so consistently well as they can. Theyre brilliant, and Sparkys dream is the very epitome of everything they are. Its definitely one of my desert island discs, and every time I listened to it in that situation I would somehow feel that my predicament was not so bad, really…

Ian

monks

I have to confess that up until four or five years ago, I thought that the Monks were the remnants of Hudson – Ford, who in turn were remnants of The Strawbs. I suspect many will recall the novelty hit Nice legs, shame about the face, from 1978 being performed rather energetically by some ageing ex prog rockers dressed in habits on Top of the Pops.

Well, this has nothing to do with that band.

The Monks from the 1960s are nowadays often credited with inventing Punk rock, even before the summer of love had happened and while John Lydon was still at primary school. Originally the band were called The Torquays and played in an early 60s surf style. How they metamorphosed to their unique garage meets punk on a bad hair day day, I suppose well never know. Their chaotic, frequently violent, beer soaked gigs in Germanys Bierkellers were seem to have a strong resemblance to some of reports of gigs from early Punk bands from 76 and 77. The really bizarre thing about this band is that despite all members being US citizens and ex-servicemen they only ever played live in Germany.

monks

Visually, the Monks were rather alarming too, there tondeuse hair cuts cutting bald patches on to the crowns of their heads were never likely to catch on (which is rather a shame as my hair has a natural tendency to assume that style these days!). Dressed in black with short hair, they were an obvious contrast to the look of their era. Then there is the sound……..

From what I gather, they were dissatisfied with the limitation of the thrash sound that could be attained from the electric guitar, so they used an electric banjo instead. When mixed with the occasional piece of feedback (before The Velvet Underground and before The Jesus and Mary Chain had started school), the effect is… well……..unusual and way ahead of its time. This is mixed with a lot of fuzz effect guitar, so much so that guitarist and vocalist Gary Buerger, is said to have worn out sixteen fuzz pedals in the Monks two year life span. The vocal style is definitely not Punk, more of a prototype Bon Scott, but works well. The drums are just that…there are hardly any cymbals. Instead, a meaty steady rhythm is the backdrop for this unique band.

Judge for yourself if the lyrics are Punk. With song titles such as I hate you , Shut up and Drunken Maria, I think that they easily qualify. Though in my opinion, Higgledy Pigglydy is the best song that they recorded. This song is now covered by the The Fall.

Later in their brief career, they went completely off the wall with their single Cuckoo, and attempted pop success with the B side And went down to the sea.

Sadly, not all of the band members are with us today but they have reformed to play a few one off gigs. True to form, their first gig in 30 odd years on this side of the herring pond was bizarrely in Benidorm! Trust my luck to miss their only ever London gig through moving to Yorkshire. Ah well, theres always the grainy footage on You Tube……..

Dig dog