#mickey 9s

[cvasquez]

My favorite songs of 2017:  Fozzy - Judas  Hollywood Undead - We Own The Night  Papa Roach - Help  Greta Van Fleet - Highway Tune  In This Moment - Roots  Linkin Park - Good Goodbye  Asking Alexandria - Into The Fire  Powerman 5000 - Sid Vicious In a Dress  Ded- Anti-Everything  Mickey 9′s - Ghosts

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Bands I enjoy: Mickey 9s

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Mickey 9s - The Lemon Tree, Aberdeen - 24th April 2017

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Mickey 9′s + KVASIR at St Lukes!

Words by Mo McRoberts 

Everybody with just a passing knowledge of Glasgow's musical heritage knows about at least two iconic venues: the Barrowland Ballroom and King Tut's Wah Wah Hut. But if they're the most iconic, are they also the best? Well, no. They're not. And everyone knows that.

Don't get me wrong, there's something special about them both, and that moment when a local band gets on the Barrowland's stage for the first time as the headline act is always going to be something special. But they're not the best venues. Personally, downstairs at a gig at Nice N Sleazy is my happy place. Broadcast, Box, Stereo, and The Hug & Pint are also all right up there on my list.

But then there are venues that are something special all on their own: not because of the iconic acts who have taken to their stages or because they have just the right capacity and vibe to be a particularly good fit for emerging talent to be unleashed upon the West of Scotland (or even, in the case of the Hydro, just because it's f*cking huge), but because they're because they're really bloody pretty.

Òran Mór is one of these. Well, upstairs is. Downstairs where the bands actually play is more a sort of oversized cellar.

And so is St. Luke’s, just around the corner from the Barrowland: once upon a time a Church of Scotland Parish Church, and now more than not often being beautifully lit, playing host to some cracking acts, on a backdrop 200-year-old stained glass windows and pipe organ… pipes.

This was supposed to be about a gig, wasn’t it? Specifically, the Mickey 9s at… (predictably) St. Luke's, for the launch of their second single, “Planet”, from their album “Galatic Radio”. Consider the scene set.

We arrived just in time to see all of Kvasir’s support set, and it's fair to say that this one-man fencing-masked, LED-lit, MIDI-enabled electronica singer/songwriter is not only different to most people you'll encounter on the local scene, but also really, really, f*cking good.

I mean, seriously, the Mickey 9s are great, but I'd have been nervous about following Kvasir's show.

BUT as the headliners bounced onto the stage, with yon frontman rocking his shiny gold hoodie, everyone had a feeling they were going to put on a hell of show, and put on a hell of a show they really f*cking did.

The best way I can think of describing the Mickey 9s to the uninitiated is like RATM, if RATM weren’t so bloody angry all the time. A sort of upbeat “Rage Against The Fannies”, if you will. Unrelentingly full of energy, songs charged with a hefty dose of “f*ck the inequalities”, they belt out song after song of infectious riffs, coupled with the best kind of left-leaning lyrics.

Don’t get me wrong; wishy-washy bleeding-heart liberal stereotype this ain’t: this is the best kind of political artistry—not the sort that depresses you about the state of the world, but the sort that gets you moving and fired up and not so much angry at it all so much as determined not to put up with with the crap any more. F*ck the facists. F*ck Trump and May and Brexit and the lies. F*ck f*cking the poor and downtrodden, and f*ck those doing the treading. It’s time to LIVE, and jump around while doing it.

And all through it, the drinks and the music and sweaty bodies flowed in pretty equal measure until it came to a close, and I defy anybody to tell me that they moped out of that venue with a downbeat feeling.

The vibe was clear, and heartfelt, and spread to everybody in the room: not all superheroes wear capes, but a spangly gold hoodie is f*cking close.

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Mickey 9s - Ghosts

“All haunted by the ghosts of the Mujahideen”

Image Copyright ‘Mickey 9s’ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/mickey9s

Glasgow’s exuberant dangerously talented quartet Mickey 9s have a new surprising release - Ghosts. To try and summarise Mickey 9s is like like trying make an orange taste like a pizza - pretty much impossible so I’m not going to try. All you need to know is this turning track tells the horrifying truths that are currently ongoing in the Middle East. Despite many people trying their upmost to avoid the global refugee crisis (yes it’s global), Mickey 9s lay out it plain and clear. Unapologetic accuracies are sung with dispositions of heartfelt sincerity. 

On the sand was a fat man On the sand was a fat red white man On the beach was a black boy On the beach was a thin dead black boy

Stark comparisons are drawn of those worries of the violated and vulnerable caught up in terror VS the cynical, senseless, almost comical ‘worries’ of those in the western world. 

A far stretch from their normal foot stomping, hip wiggling, jangly power music, ‘Ghosts’ shows a depth to Mickey 9s music that I’ve yet to come across. Far more simplistic melodies are exuded, only overshadowed by brilliantly phrased guitar solos towards the end. It’s simpleness melodically catapults the importance of the lyrics.  It’s original yet outraging, stimulating but shocking, honest but horrifying. 

To get the full blast of ‘holy shit, this is really happening here’, watch the accompanying frightening video on Mickey 9s FB. It shows, to the heartbreaking extent, the struggles and catastrophic ordeals that people of our human race are having to face. Boys, girls, men, women, young, old, rich, poor, healthy, weak, black, white, we are one race. The video highlights those horrible characteristics that which dominate our news headlines on a daily basis... just watch it, okay.  

So what is the moral? What is the moral? I don't know We'll find out tomorrow Read it in tomorrow's horrorshow

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Discovery of the day:

Mickey 9s - Computer Inventor

via Blue Soap Music

Well, even I need a bit of rock sometimes ;)

“Explosive, unapologetic and infectious, Mickey 9s are four friends from Glasgow who have been playing together since their school days. They describe seeing Daft Punk's Alive Tour as "a spiritual-like encounter" that inspired them to try to make dance music without synths. After much experimentation, the band found their sound and everything else soon fell into place, right down to the enigmatic image of their masked lead singer, known as St. Cool.”

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Mickey 9s - Shark in the Water