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YOUNG KNIVES, ROCK CITY
The bass guitarist walked on stage in a boiler suit that he confessed ‘smelt of human shit’, in a giant paper mache head, threw down his can of beer and began to mime the child vocals to '12345'. That set the tone for the rest of the Young Knives gig.
Opening with ‘We could bleed’, it was fast, loud and raw from then on out. Frontman Henry, wearing a paisley shirt and a womens bauble necklace, was hard to take your eyes off as he sang with an intensity which would better suit midnight at a dive bar than 7pm at Rock City.
They played to an odd crowd of middle aged men and awkward teens wearing t-shirts of bands who had long since OD'd, but when the band themselves look like a Halloween chain gang, I think odd is an audience requirement.
Fiercely energetic, the set was worthy of head thrashing and hair swaying, toeing the line between youthful pop rock and something darker and less predictable.
Henry is the archetypal front man. He was magnetic, swaggering across the stage in a way that made him seem much more dangerous than his otherwise perfectly spherical head would allow.
A shout of ‘We used to be like the Kaiser Chiefs but now we are fucking nothing like the Kaiser chiefs’ received a cheer before the band carried on tearing through last years lo-fi ‘Sick octave’ album.
Synths, backing vocals and furiously played guitar made for a noise so rich that it was almost literally deafening. The front row are probably still deaf now.
There was a quick guitar change and Young Knives played some rare old material in ‘The Decision’ and ‘Something awful’. Henry told the crowd, “Here’s an old song, I hope you like it. I fucking won’t like playing it.”
Though they might have been bored of playing the angst rock that made them the idols of long fringed teen boys back in 2006, it didn't show.
It seems offensive then, to say I don't like their music but that's what makes it so good. It was weird and aggressive and noisy and vibrant, but as long as they were playing, I was happy to stay.
Where so many live shows are muted and polished with musicians who politely ask how the crowds doing and say how nervous they are, there's something to be said for bands like Young Knives who barge in there and make you listen.
And in a nod to the flamboyant Flaming Lips they preceded, Henry ended the set wearing a pair of giant homemade bat wings, for a finish as bizarre as their start. In that hour and a half Young Knives reminded me why live performances are so special. The weirder the better.
MCBUSTED, CAPITAL ARENA 29.04.14
We are a nostalgic generation. Obsessed with remakes, the appetite for the old made new is growing. So it was only a matter of time before two of the biggest bands of the noughties spliced themselves together to form the supergroup, whisper it, McBusted.
Matt Willis and James Bourne took to the Nottingham leg of their 21 date tour in a time travelling car, sent from the day Busted split, followed by the whole of McFly, who sprang onto the stage from trapdoors in an explosion of more than just my ovaries. That was that. In love all over again.
With synchronised dancing and guitar jumps of yore, Busted unleashed the hits that made their name, from ‘Air Hostess’ to ‘You Said No’.
Busted filled that teenage niche of never get the girl music, whether unrequited or unwise. Even listening in a sweaty arena, which is as far from a bedroom as you can get, their songs still resonated with the outsider part of me that never quite gets it right.
There is something quite satisfying then to see the band who couldn’t get the girl, suddenly having a whole arena of them. The audience went from late teens to mid forties, with the odd disgruntled man of varying ages pretending not to enjoy it.
The lasers, fireworks, confetti cannons and t shirt guns should have been too much, but it wasn’t. They somehow managed to manifest the irrational and fevered way only teenage girls can love, in an audience full of people who are old enough to know better.
But I suppose that fits, since the whole thing was unashamedly, wonderfully, juvenile. From boyish lyrics, such as “trackin’ you down on the internet/coz I ain’t seen you naked yet” on ‘Britney’, to their ripped jeans and skater shoes, the boys were just that – boys. The sense of Peter Pan lies at the heart of nostalgia’s charm.
The boys thanked everyone for coming, earnestly bewildered that so many turned out, but how could we not? It was a noughties dreams come true and I left with a bubbling euphoria.
http://thegonzo.co.uk/mcbusted-capital-fm-arena-nottingham/
Georgie Rose, Glee Club 16.04.14
Hometown shows always feel a little special but Wednesday’s gig was more of a homecoming than most for Mansfield native Georgie Rose, at the Nottingham Glee Club. It was the singers first headline home date and the crowd was littered with friends and regulars celebrating the freshest faces of the local music scene
Nottingham boy, Ryan Thomas supported. He opened his mouth and took the Glee Club straight to Tennessee. Bluesy and smooth, roots singer Thomas sang ‘Elmstree drive’ and others, helped by singer Anwyn Williams, with a voice that says it’s drank a lot of whiskey and taken off a lot of country girls bras. The night was already worth the ticket before Georgie had taken to the stage.
With a bottle of beer in hand and dressed in shirt and jeans, Georgie Rose was confident but unassuming on the stage. There was no guns blazing as she introduced herself and started to play the guitar, but her distinctive style spoke for itself. The set balanced crowd favourites, ‘Twenty mile road’, ‘Streams of light’ and ‘Forever’, with newer material she said she wanted to test on us. Tests came back positive.
Usually playing solo, Georgie took to the stage with a bassist, guitarist, drummer and keyboard, not to mention her own tambourine. The band of long haired boys behind her gave the gig Crowd favourites ‘Pretender’ and the haunting ‘Fool in the summer’ felt like heavy Americana played alongside the full band. Proper boot tapping, hair tossing rock and roll. When she pulled out the harmonica from her back pocket, that was it, I was sold. But the stand out moment came from Georgie alone. ‘Trembling heart’ played on nothing but a guitar, with its beautiful rifts and soaring vocals, was captivating.
Sounding both at once vulnerable and powerful, comparisons to Stevie Nicks are obvious, so it was only fitting that she sang Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Dreams’ for the encore. The set ended and Georgie’s dad, sitting in the front row, was not the only one to give her a standing ovation. As far as homecomings go, they don’t get much better than that.
http://thegonzo.co.uk/georgie-rose-glee-club-nottingham/