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"Being a promoter is terrifying" - Leeds guitar virtuoso Jon Gomm takes on the promoter-role as he brings his 'Leeds Guitar Night' concept to the Brudenell Social Club on July 6th.
This is the second time I have seen Gallo and I like them more every time. The female duo have a lot of talent between them and use guitar and saxophone to produce some lovely funky, jazzy, blusey medleys, topped off with an angelic, but strong voice that you have to notice.
Walking on 'stage' (i.e. area defined by monitors, speakers etc) following a spasticated 'Freres Jacques', in their usual display of solidarity, les Flames!
Glaswegian 3-piece Feel Like Falling have an accomplished and familiar indie power-pop sound that will provide interest to many fans of guitar driven grit.
Ahhhh, fuck. What the hell is that? After a few seconds of silence I was tempted to increase the volume on my speakers, little did I know that this was not a wise idea; the next thirty seconds were to be taken up with some chaotic, distorted and loud effects.
A grunge band with the muscle of an Ox and delicacy of a butterfly the Hull based band In:Audium deliver their new EP Digital Saviour.
The Somatics are fucking amazing. The Long Blondes aren't. The Long Blondes are rocking a look that is basically this January's Topshop sale rail - you see, the thing about being so very, very trendy is that, in the blink of an eye, you're not.
Nerve Engine wield their guitars, with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. Barrage after barrage of "Gugga Gugga" guitars rain down and some intricate playing shows off the highly flexed skills of the band.
There's some really good talent here: in the playing, the singing and the songwriting. As Kingsley Amis said about some other very pleasing things, 'I'm clear on why I like them, thanks; but why do I like them so much?' The answer has to be a subtle intensity in Wilful Missing's often fragile-sounding songs written and sung by Sam Kipling, with a range of well-controlled instruments in the hands of guitarist Sam Lawrence and bass player Albert Freeman.
Quite an eventful Saturday evening in the end. Firstly, I chatted away to Aeon prior to the Juno-2 gig at Royal Park Cellars - the interview should appear on the site in the next week or so - and then I bumped into Bella.
Good old rock and roll that's what Vatican Jet dish out! Apparently standing in for Being 747, these lads did a great job!
four day Hombre @ Royal Park Cellars
Apologies to MABEL BLUE for missing the first half of her set, but boy did I like what I heard. I was a little later than usual (busses to blame again!) and when I opened the cellars door I couldn't get in there were so many people.
The first act to play the bigger stage of the Cockpit tonight are Ins and Outs. The Leeds-based band stumble through a set of 'lager rock', accompanying two big pairs of lungs which concentrate on being as loud as possible, instead of the idea of tuning. What did entertain the crowd was probably more to do with their unique dance moves.
I started my day in a very groggy fashion indeed. I had already come to terms with the fact that my football team (Tamworth FC) will be slogging it out somewhere outside of the football league next season, and that I was flat broke after paying long overdue bills...
Ok first things first I got to this gig rather late and missed the first two acts. I really felt quite bad about that, and it also means I have no words to write about David Broad and Michael Rossiter (who I am sure were fantastic if the last two acts were any thing to go by)...
I love gigs like this. You go down to some random (admittedly, in the case of the Faversham, glorified) pub on the outskirts of the city to see a band or two that you've never heard of and to be brutally honest, probably never will again.
The bands are really packed in for this all-dayer organised by Bombed Out Records, Leeds' finest purveyor of melodic hardcore bands.
A very fine evening of music was presented by Logo Magazine in conjunction with Leeds based Uglyman Music Ltd and Stuckup Music.
Duncan McFarlane Band @ New Roscoe
Hmm.... the New Roscoe you say? Isn't that where the tribute bands play? Well yes I suppose it is, but periodically they offer a night over to a group of performers who can really write songs and play them without pretending to be someone else.
The hyperactivity begins outside with some rather fresh-faced Humour fans chanting an assortment of aphorisms, which can be heard a good few streets away.
The Scaramanga Six: The Dance of Death
If there was a TV cop show set in Medieval England featuring a glam rocker and a punk, transported back in time from the 70's, where their only way to get back home was to solve the unspeakable crimes of the time...
First up tonight in this the first Bone of the year is the mighty The Seven Inches, and special mention must go to singer Ian (or Crazylegs as some of us know him) - he's become a proper frontman, camper than Pete Shelley and possessing all the synchronisation dancing wise of summat very asynchronous indeed.
A less than half empty room slowly fills up throughout the duration of Fin's set. Walking on stage and tuning up just before their intro tape begins then standing there waiting to begin playing pretty much sums Fin's on stage presence up.
Two bands had pulled out of this bill by the beginning of the week. Stoopi, who apparently have classed themselves far above playing venues of the well's size, and Viscera both jumped ship, leaving two out of town bands with the job of entertaining a very very small crowd.
If plugged-in acoustic is about Tone and Feel as well as Volume, the rate of exchange can be a bit mean over how much V you have to accept for a bit of T and F. But in spite of the acoustic being electro-fortified for a small audience in a quiet venue, the Faversham's Sunday Session was good place to be, on an evening alluringly heralded by a poster comparing two young Leeds entertainers to Joan Baez and Leon Russell.
How do you go about describing a man who has had so many superlatives thrown his way already. With plaudits expressed such as amazing, utterly brilliant and a genius talent countless times already then you can already grasp what talent we are dealing with.
Marvins Revolt @ Bar 1-20 (Huddersfield)
The latest You Are Invited all-dayer in Huddersfield may be the last unless some benevolent soul steps forward and offers to support the event.
It's Friday night, it's cold and it's wet, so do you stay in and get depressed because you have no friends, or do you go out to catch some top live bands from your local area giving their all in a great pub which sells decent beer, get hideously drunk in a nightclub afterwards, fall all the way home then wake up in a strange bed the next morning with little or no recollection of how, why or when?
Chevron @ McDermotts (Wakefield)
Wandering into McDermotts on Saturday night I noticed that tonight held the promise of music. Four bands whose apparent self-proclaimed musical leanings sounded tempting (if beer mat flyers are to be believed).
I didn't have a clue who the support was going to be this evening, so I eagerly awaited the arrival of the support band: Captain.
It's all just about to get a little bit Nasty. The great thing about dubbing yourself a 'festival of nu-wave' is that you pretty much have the leeway to put anything you want on the bill and slam the indiscriminate tag of 'nu-wave' atop and no-one will bat an eyelid.
No it's not the Onion Cellar, though you'd be excused for referencing that particular venue. However, the grass is, indeed, green(ish), unlike The New Roscoe's shiny brass which is busy reflecting the populating of here, and the faces of solitary guys, with an honest lustre, (that match-making call was a good one).