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The Wave Pictures, 26th May 2011, The Scala

Wavepic2 I'm not sure who these fans are. How do you define a wave pictures fan?There's one in the picture taking a picture on her Blackberry.

Until last year I was only dimly aware of them. But my friend Neil dragged me along to see them at the Borderline. I've been hooked ever since. Darren from Hefner produced the new album Beer in the Breakers and he knew exactly what to do about that. Basically roll the tapes and let them play. This is a band who are completely simpatico and telepathic with one another. Maybe it's a feature of three-piece bands. But the playing, and the writing, and the performing find them all locked into their own little world. The guitar player and main songwriter David draws much of the attention. His playing is just beyond belief and his singing, and writing with lots of images of ordinary life sketched and held up for a closer look are just great. Allied to wonderful tunes and heartfelt playing. There's an atmosphere of celebration and warmth and you come out from a wave pictures show feeling better somehow. The drummer Johnny and the bass player Franic are just as good and deliver the spine of the music on which David Tattersall's words and playing dance. I do not understand how it is possible for this band not to be so much better known. Greatness beckons. Hopefully.

Jim White, 2 May 2011, Jazz Cafe

JW1 I had never seen him play before. So it was good to have my first experience of seeing him play right at the front at the jazz cafe. He was tall, thin and grey-haired.

He had a picture of one of his daughters on his guitar.He had some great younger musicians with him. He played those beautiful songs which I loved from the album A town called amen.

And even though Jailbird did not go quite according to plan it was still very beautiful.

Again, how is it that this man is not so much more well known?

Josh T Pearson, 23 Feb 2011, Slaughtered Lamb

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Down at the Slaughtered Lamb he came on stage, or rather he walked into the middle of the room, looking like no one else. He was tired and emotional. I don't mean he was drunk. I mean, he was tired and emotional. There was an atmosphere of reverence in the room. Here were people who could not believe they had stumbled across the uncut singer of the month in person no more than 20 feet away at the furthest point. He played most of last of the country gentleman. Reviews have pitched his voice, delivery and subject matter somewhere between Ian Curtis and Johnny Cash. Neither of these reference points really does justice to the experience of seeing him play live. The guitar is used as an extension of the voice not as an accompaniment. Chords are not played so much as used to prop what emerges from somewhere beneath the long hair and beard and 10 years of living, loving and  troubling his mind with altered states since the implosion of Lift to Experience, his former band. What emerges, is a spine tingling but also worryingly, essentially voyeuristic expedition into some particularly dark places and sad experiences. No one writes a song called Sweetheart I ain't your Christ because they feel light of heart and that they might make the Kiss 100 playlist. He seems as surprised as anyone else in the room at the fact that this music which appears to be on the point of collapse into nothing at several points actually works. And moves. This surprise extends to catching sight of the actual CD for the first time at the end of the night when my friend offers his pre-release copy to him for his signature. “This is the first one of these I've seen” is what he tells him. And this night and this music too is something the like of which I have not quite seen before.

What is this blog for?

This blog is for reviews of the various live shows that we go to as well as being about the music we enjoy listening to…along with some pointers to videos and music tracks we’ve enjoyed…along with links to music blogs we’ve enjoyed. In spite of what friends and family might assume, this is not going to be exclusively limited to what gets called “Americana” by Uncut (though that’s not necessarily a bad thing – in fact quite the reverse!) but includes a wide variety of music we’re interested in.  The only consistent connecting theme is it seems to be about music made by people who are mainly off the really giant commercial radar (with some exceptions) but who seem to be in it because they enjoy working with those few chords and twisting them into something new and timeless.  Or something like that. So we’ll reference things we’ve been to see recently and in the recent past and years ago and just yesterday and maybe even at the time.

Those of you familiar with King Creosote will recoginse the title of this blog as being part of a great song of his. We really don’t intend to take this name in vain but to take it as an inspirational title. Last April at the Slaughtered Lamb he played my favourite song “And the Racket They Made” by request *after* the show was finished and people were leaving.  He didn’t have to do this and he could have politely asked me to back off and leave him alone (there I was whining that he hadn’t played it after an immaculate 2 hour set).  There were no cameras recording this lovely extra performance and this song in particular  – but it happened.  Really.  And the only thing recording it is this, a post on my other blog and memory.

So this blog is a means of recording some of what happens out there in the still beautiful and unpredictable world of live music (away from most of the corporate venues at least).

Hope you like it.