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Showing posts with label The Hermit Crabs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Hermit Crabs. Show all posts
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Bowlie Alldayer 2008: The Gresham Flyers, Wintergreen, The Pete Green Corporate Juggernaut, The Deirdres, The Hermit Crabs - Jamm
The Gresham Flyers
Wintergreen
The Pete Green Corporate Juggernaut
The Deirdres
The Hermit Crabs
Other photies
acb
Your Funny Uncle
Ms-Bexy
Sunshine Pop
Monday, 30 July 2007
The Hermit Crabs - Indietracks
I'm in an internet cafe near Charing Cross typing up my notes right now, provisionally flathunting otherwise I'll be sleeping rough by sunset, and waiting on meeting a friend for lunch. I'm so thirsty my vision is clouding, but I can see someone reading the festival reviews already, I hope they leave comments, and link to me from somewhere.
I love you.
Still broad daylight when The Mighty Crabs hit the stage, a load of the Scottish contingent have arrived in the crowd.
Caroline says "They're alright" I think they're a little bass heavy, "Not that excited" The crowd are gently swaying and to my right Amy is engaged in foot tapping.
Hmm, the fine ales on tap, Victoria Wood and Fistful of Hops have gone straight to my head.
Must comment on Ally Crabs' two finger keyboard playing - reassuring.
The vocals are mixed like they come from a well or wall cavity. The usual gentleness is washed over a little.
"Same as ever, but a bit sunburnt" - Robbie
On my way out I was accosted by an Alsation dog so I called it sir and apologised profusely.
Photies
here
I love you.
Still broad daylight when The Mighty Crabs hit the stage, a load of the Scottish contingent have arrived in the crowd.
Caroline says "They're alright" I think they're a little bass heavy, "Not that excited" The crowd are gently swaying and to my right Amy is engaged in foot tapping.
Hmm, the fine ales on tap, Victoria Wood and Fistful of Hops have gone straight to my head.
Must comment on Ally Crabs' two finger keyboard playing - reassuring.
The vocals are mixed like they come from a well or wall cavity. The usual gentleness is washed over a little.
"Same as ever, but a bit sunburnt" - Robbie
On my way out I was accosted by an Alsation dog so I called it sir and apologised profusely.
Photies
here
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Endrick Brothers, The Hermit Crabs - Cottiers
1 guitar & 2 singers, the guitar was a little quiet, but the "woo, woot" bits were nice.
Apparently Martini is good for attracting fruit flies, and leaving out jars of jam is useful for attracting wasps. I think I may have misheard, but its also good for Paulo Nutini.
Sounded like Teenage Fanclub, but out of tune, kind of weirdly American, Maybe they were Irish.
Like most of the audience, we weren't really listening.
I guess this is like my twenty-sixth Hermit Crabs review, second time here in the Cottiers. Already, for the first song, there are people up dancing at the front. The sound is atrocious, obviously the dancers are plants. The guitar is a wee bit out of tune and bottom heavy, drowning out the texture of everything else.
This time I'm sure its not because of where I'm sitting, the sound is just pants, they've sounded better before, at the Oran Mor and the 13th Note, probly the RAFA too.
It'd be neat if it was a Twin Peaks Angela Badalamenti, dub number, fading in and out of reality, where the vocals are sometimes there and sometimes in the Black Lodge, but here, tonight, it sounds badly mixed.
Sometimes I can hear it, behind what they're actually playing, I can hear the great twee hope, trying to escape, maybe other people can hear it too. That's what the sound is, great unfulfilled potential. There people who clap after each song, they too can hear the hope and pray one day it'll reach the surface.
Whoever these people are, taking photies with their camera phones, they're taking photies of each other taking photies, rather than of the band, some kind of Von Neuman's catastrophe, self-referential thing. Will the photies ever end up onlin, on Flickr, as much as this review will end up online.
Apparently Martini is good for attracting fruit flies, and leaving out jars of jam is useful for attracting wasps. I think I may have misheard, but its also good for Paulo Nutini.
Sounded like Teenage Fanclub, but out of tune, kind of weirdly American, Maybe they were Irish.
Like most of the audience, we weren't really listening.
I guess this is like my twenty-sixth Hermit Crabs review, second time here in the Cottiers. Already, for the first song, there are people up dancing at the front. The sound is atrocious, obviously the dancers are plants. The guitar is a wee bit out of tune and bottom heavy, drowning out the texture of everything else.
This time I'm sure its not because of where I'm sitting, the sound is just pants, they've sounded better before, at the Oran Mor and the 13th Note, probly the RAFA too.
It'd be neat if it was a Twin Peaks Angela Badalamenti, dub number, fading in and out of reality, where the vocals are sometimes there and sometimes in the Black Lodge, but here, tonight, it sounds badly mixed.
Sometimes I can hear it, behind what they're actually playing, I can hear the great twee hope, trying to escape, maybe other people can hear it too. That's what the sound is, great unfulfilled potential. There people who clap after each song, they too can hear the hope and pray one day it'll reach the surface.
Whoever these people are, taking photies with their camera phones, they're taking photies of each other taking photies, rather than of the band, some kind of Von Neuman's catastrophe, self-referential thing. Will the photies ever end up onlin, on Flickr, as much as this review will end up online.
Saturday, 14 April 2007
The Hermit Crabs, Blood Music, Older and Faraway - Drunk at the Pulpit - RAFA
I need to be clear, first and foremost in this review, I did not go to the gig.
Sure, I intended to, and intent is important. I'd been plied for weeks with flyers, both in real life and on my various MySpace profiles. There was no way I could not know about or miss this gig.
First up were Older and Faraway, they've been reviewed on this site once or twice before. They probably sounded similar to other performances, but a bit tighter and better rehearsed, maybe caught off-guard and giving each other nervous looks as the realise, that latecomers to the gig will miss them and their magic.
Blood Music, travellers from Sweden, I know nothing of how their performance was, other than it might have sounded a little like the songs on their MySpace page. They're playing Anstruther tonight.
The Hermit Crabs, a band with a long heritage in this town, as previously reviewed here, sound a little like Camera Obscura, they're twee. At the gig they probably sounded much the same. But due to the large and willing crowd, there was probably better banter than last time. Starting off nervous, but then growing more relaxed. A friend who did make it to the gig sez "iit was ok"
I left the flat in plenty of time to get to the venue, its seventeen minutes walk away, I just had to meet a friend on the way. She hadn't eaten so we stopped off in a small cafe. Bjorn from Say Dirty was in with some friends and a selection of acoustic guitars. It was really relaxed, and nice.
On flyers it always says things like doors 8:30, but when you arrive on time, nothing really happens until an hour later, so I was chilling over my coffee and the music. It wasn't even a gig, just folk playing guitars together.
What's the difference between ethics and morality. I think morals are a personal thing, framed within one's own context, one's own frame of reference, the difference between right and wrong based on your own judgement. Whilst ethics is on a higher level, the analysis of morals from a broader context, and can compare different morals. Ethics aren't judgemental. In "The road to hell is paved by good intentions" the good intentions are moral choices, but only ethics can see the road leads to hell, but can't judge whether this is a good thing, judging whether one should take the road to hell is a moral choice again.
So what does unethical mean? If ethics had no sense of judgement. Does it just mean that the ethics haven't been considered or have been disregarded. Or is ethics just a cop out anyhow.
I was going to draw two pie charts, one showing gig of my lot (The Just Joans, The Plimptons, the Deep Fried Wolfknuckles) that members of the Hermit Crabs and Older and Faraway have attended, and one showing Hermit Crab and Older and Faraway gigs that my lot have attended. For the purposes of comparison. But I'm questioning the ethics of that.
So Bjorn was playing songs with other accompanying, and the girl wore this look of mortification, whispering to me, "My god doesn't he know he can't sing" and "How can he be so bad?" I thought it sounded okay myself. I've heard worse, I've heard warmer. Everyone in the room seemed to enjoy it, and the guy's record label who's currently stocking up shoping in Stockholm must have liked it too. The girl, she didn't. She has strange tastes, she'd love the Deep Fried Wolfknuckles if she ever made it to their gig. On the other had I'm pretty sure she'd hate the Drunk at the Pulpit gig.
The guys who ran the cafe were trying to close up, putting some Miles Davis on the muzak system and turning the lights down, but Bjorns mob just played louder and more raucously, venturing outside to busk and entertain passersby, before return to freshly cooked meatballs.
We needed to eascape and find a dictionary definition of morals and ethics.
Other reviews
here
Photies
here
Sure, I intended to, and intent is important. I'd been plied for weeks with flyers, both in real life and on my various MySpace profiles. There was no way I could not know about or miss this gig.
First up were Older and Faraway, they've been reviewed on this site once or twice before. They probably sounded similar to other performances, but a bit tighter and better rehearsed, maybe caught off-guard and giving each other nervous looks as the realise, that latecomers to the gig will miss them and their magic.
Blood Music, travellers from Sweden, I know nothing of how their performance was, other than it might have sounded a little like the songs on their MySpace page. They're playing Anstruther tonight.
The Hermit Crabs, a band with a long heritage in this town, as previously reviewed here, sound a little like Camera Obscura, they're twee. At the gig they probably sounded much the same. But due to the large and willing crowd, there was probably better banter than last time. Starting off nervous, but then growing more relaxed. A friend who did make it to the gig sez "iit was ok"
I left the flat in plenty of time to get to the venue, its seventeen minutes walk away, I just had to meet a friend on the way. She hadn't eaten so we stopped off in a small cafe. Bjorn from Say Dirty was in with some friends and a selection of acoustic guitars. It was really relaxed, and nice.
On flyers it always says things like doors 8:30, but when you arrive on time, nothing really happens until an hour later, so I was chilling over my coffee and the music. It wasn't even a gig, just folk playing guitars together.
What's the difference between ethics and morality. I think morals are a personal thing, framed within one's own context, one's own frame of reference, the difference between right and wrong based on your own judgement. Whilst ethics is on a higher level, the analysis of morals from a broader context, and can compare different morals. Ethics aren't judgemental. In "The road to hell is paved by good intentions" the good intentions are moral choices, but only ethics can see the road leads to hell, but can't judge whether this is a good thing, judging whether one should take the road to hell is a moral choice again.
So what does unethical mean? If ethics had no sense of judgement. Does it just mean that the ethics haven't been considered or have been disregarded. Or is ethics just a cop out anyhow.
I was going to draw two pie charts, one showing gig of my lot (The Just Joans, The Plimptons, the Deep Fried Wolfknuckles) that members of the Hermit Crabs and Older and Faraway have attended, and one showing Hermit Crab and Older and Faraway gigs that my lot have attended. For the purposes of comparison. But I'm questioning the ethics of that.
So Bjorn was playing songs with other accompanying, and the girl wore this look of mortification, whispering to me, "My god doesn't he know he can't sing" and "How can he be so bad?" I thought it sounded okay myself. I've heard worse, I've heard warmer. Everyone in the room seemed to enjoy it, and the guy's record label who's currently stocking up shoping in Stockholm must have liked it too. The girl, she didn't. She has strange tastes, she'd love the Deep Fried Wolfknuckles if she ever made it to their gig. On the other had I'm pretty sure she'd hate the Drunk at the Pulpit gig.
The guys who ran the cafe were trying to close up, putting some Miles Davis on the muzak system and turning the lights down, but Bjorns mob just played louder and more raucously, venturing outside to busk and entertain passersby, before return to freshly cooked meatballs.
We needed to eascape and find a dictionary definition of morals and ethics.
Other reviews
here
Photies
here
Sunday, 18 March 2007
St Deluxe, The Hermit Crabs, Sisa, Hey Princess - Oran Mor
A bit of confusion about the door price this evening. It says £8 which is a bit steep, but all the bands had discount fliers pimped on their MySpace pages. £6 discount = £2 on the door, and bottles of Fosters only a punt, could be a cheap night for music fans.
Crikey, Radar's here, he does get around at these gigs.
On stage is a five piece, knowing nothing about the bands, I presume them to be Sisa, laid back female vocalling, Breeders B-side material. They seem nervous, uncomfortable in their skins. They sound like a cross country train ride on an autumn Sunday.
Nope, my mistake, this is Hey Princess. I thought the Princess would be the Diana look-alike with the salt-grinder and chunky necklace, but Tom reckons its the tall oriental gentleman on bass.
The Hermit Crabs, start off with an apology for fannying around with their gear. What is it with bands starting with apologies?
It'd be unfair to call out requests for Camera Obscura songs, but the similarities are there. And if the mighty 'Crabs are to follow in the footsteps of the mighty 'Obscura as they did with the mighty 'nd Sebastian, who's going to be the Isobel Campbell/John Henderson and leave the band?
They've kicked off their very own genre of songs about Sauchiehall Street, it won't be long until other bands follow. Take for example Adam J Smith's genre of song's about the 13th Note, with Kid Canaveral doing likewise with 'Smash Hits'. Alas the 'Crabs had a 'cha cha cha' in the middle which seemed a little jarring.
The gentleman stood to my right was nodding in time to the bassline, as opposed to the drums as normal.
My favourite song was 'Fields Folk Festival' a new song, neat guitar noodles, but they seemed unsure how to finish it.
I was talking to Steph about my fake marriage to a photographer when suddenly Sisa hit the stage. It rather caught me off guard. The mind of Clare Grogan with the body of Katy-Jane Garside stolen the wardrobe from Strawberry Switchblade. A bald Danny Wallace on guitar, playing like Electafixion era Will Sergeant, and a very funky fretless bass player who appeared to be made out of pencils. A bit too bombastic and new wave for me.
Fanzine, the promoter, who I vaguely know off of Jockrock, was rumbling about the size of the crowd. It was bigger than most of the gigs I've been to at the Oran Mor, and I was there, so hey ho.
Ooh, both me and the statuesque girl, who was in front of me in the queue for Spitfire the other night, like St Deluxe.
They're a noisy band, three guitars, a bass and drums. Tom was muttering something about Sebadoh, but I was thinking, more like vocals from Stabiliser or Urusei Yatsura. They were a lot louder than when they played at my flat last year, and they rocked so hard at points Jamie on vocals didn't need his microphone. I liked 'em, I liked 'em loads.
Crikey, Radar's here, he does get around at these gigs.
On stage is a five piece, knowing nothing about the bands, I presume them to be Sisa, laid back female vocalling, Breeders B-side material. They seem nervous, uncomfortable in their skins. They sound like a cross country train ride on an autumn Sunday.
Nope, my mistake, this is Hey Princess. I thought the Princess would be the Diana look-alike with the salt-grinder and chunky necklace, but Tom reckons its the tall oriental gentleman on bass.
The Hermit Crabs, start off with an apology for fannying around with their gear. What is it with bands starting with apologies?
It'd be unfair to call out requests for Camera Obscura songs, but the similarities are there. And if the mighty 'Crabs are to follow in the footsteps of the mighty 'Obscura as they did with the mighty 'nd Sebastian, who's going to be the Isobel Campbell/John Henderson and leave the band?
They've kicked off their very own genre of songs about Sauchiehall Street, it won't be long until other bands follow. Take for example Adam J Smith's genre of song's about the 13th Note, with Kid Canaveral doing likewise with 'Smash Hits'. Alas the 'Crabs had a 'cha cha cha' in the middle which seemed a little jarring.
The gentleman stood to my right was nodding in time to the bassline, as opposed to the drums as normal.
My favourite song was 'Fields Folk Festival' a new song, neat guitar noodles, but they seemed unsure how to finish it.
I was talking to Steph about my fake marriage to a photographer when suddenly Sisa hit the stage. It rather caught me off guard. The mind of Clare Grogan with the body of Katy-Jane Garside stolen the wardrobe from Strawberry Switchblade. A bald Danny Wallace on guitar, playing like Electafixion era Will Sergeant, and a very funky fretless bass player who appeared to be made out of pencils. A bit too bombastic and new wave for me.
Fanzine, the promoter, who I vaguely know off of Jockrock, was rumbling about the size of the crowd. It was bigger than most of the gigs I've been to at the Oran Mor, and I was there, so hey ho.
Ooh, both me and the statuesque girl, who was in front of me in the queue for Spitfire the other night, like St Deluxe.
They're a noisy band, three guitars, a bass and drums. Tom was muttering something about Sebadoh, but I was thinking, more like vocals from Stabiliser or Urusei Yatsura. They were a lot louder than when they played at my flat last year, and they rocked so hard at points Jamie on vocals didn't need his microphone. I liked 'em, I liked 'em loads.
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