Ah… pub gigs. The bread and butter of any workaday band who has given up on loftier callings. “Pub rock” is the kind of withering epithet flung at any band that is loud and kind of blues-y, but it also speaks to the wheels-within-wheels snobbery in the local music scene.
Basically, you have “proper music venues” and you have pubs that put on bands. Weirdly, proper music venues are… >> continued | 4 Comments
Fontacular!
It was 1997. Britain was accelerating into the future… riding the crest of the youthwave unleashed by Tony Blair’s election. In shops and post offices up and down the land, people were talking about the novelty communication device that would soon change the landscape forever – the fax machine. At home, dads were… >> continued | 1 Comment
Sometime around 5 years ago we effectively stopped being a live band. Prior to that, we’d done hundreds of gigs over the course of a decade. Then we gradually ground to a halt because, well, nobody was listening. >> continued
It’s the winter of 1970 and The Beatles are history. Rumours that they will reform will follow all the ex-members until a hail of bullets in New York put the final kibosh on the notion a decade later, but for now the fab 4 are letting it all hang out and the sense of relief in their solo efforts is palpable. >> continued | 3 Comments
Aug 10
I was reading a post from my old mate Kitty C> the other day when it suddenly struck me that it is now 20 years since The Stone Roses came out. >> continued | 2 Comments
As we’re regaining our live feet, one of the things we’ve remembered is that getting gigs is such a fucking bore. You have to try and make contact with the kind of guys that book gigs, for a kick off. >> continued | 1 Comment
