Sunday, September 24, 2023

The Early Mornings

Having spent our anniversary afternoon at Dulwich Hamlet, on my own, I'm in an upbeat mood as we won 2 nil. Admittedly against the bottom side who have no points after 6 games (before this one) and who were relegated with Hamlet last season. Both relegated clubs have had a terrible start to the season. Anyway, I cycle home with a spring in my cadence to celebrate our anniversary with a couple of drinks and baked spuds before Debbie and I cycle up to the Windmill. We are given a tequila shot on entry which is very civilised and say happy anniversary to Pete and Wendy, yes it's the same day as ours. The first band come on to an empty venue except for us four sitting at the table next to the regulars table. Very depressing. Warm Air Curtain are a duo with drums and a guy playing a double bass and synths. Thankfully quite a few come in from the garden, where they've all been hiding, and fill the floor as the bassist switches to an electric bass. Their music is a bit too ambient for my liking and whilst there are a few bits of interesting electronics I'm not grabbed. Their crowd liked it though which is probably better than my judgement. We do our usual of getting fresh air between bands and catching up as it's been a while we've all been together. Next are Sounds Mint who deliver a punky set reminiscent of the post punk punky festival bands but with a modern twist. They are energetic especially the singer and sound great. Get the crowd going too with a mosh pit which is then ordered to split by the singer. Whilst I enjoyed them they did sound a little derivative and a bit too rock for my current eclectic tastes. The Early Mornings we saw a year ago here and I'm eager to see how they've progressed. Last review was that they "...are a trio and great musicians. The bassist is fabulous running up and down the neck and I think playing chords at some stages. Sounded like it or maybe he was just very very fast. They flitted across genres from a Raincoats like post punk to a funky Stone Roses style with a bit of indie angst thrown in. Some hard guitar riffs too. Drummer kept the two guitarists honest."  That is still about the size of it although tonight they have an edgy slant as if they've been listening to a lot of mid to late 70s New York new wave like Talking Heads and their ilk. So a great addition to the sound. The bassist plays right at the base of the neck sounding almost lead guitar at times whilst the guitarist is just spot on with rhythm, jerky chords or plain old rock riffs. Great vocals too with a couldn't care less attitude. One of the better bands I've seen in the last year. Must go see them again. The rest of the crowd loved them too. Headliners are Curser who Pete and Wendy miss as they've a long trek back east. Curser we also saw a year ago when I was pulled into their mosh pit. Yes they are hard and punky and whilst Debbie and I enjoyed them they did start to sound a bit stadiumish and after the quirkiness of The Early Mornings I was more in the mood for The Raincoats than Green Day. It's way past midnight, indeed the early morning, we've drunk enough and Debbie has an early start so we sneak out before the end leaving the kids to party and cycle home.


The Early Mornings

Dulwich on the attack

Lonely WAC

WAC fans

Sounds Mint

As he said, they're mint



Choppy guitar

Curser

Cursed or blessed...?


Sunday, September 17, 2023

Wandering Monster

Tom and Poppy are staying with us and as a thank you they get me a ticket for Ronnie Scotts to see Tom drumming in his jazz band Wandering Monster. I'm slightly surprised that I've never been to Ronnie's in 4 decades of London gigging so pleased at a good reason to go. I arrive to see a massive queue so I saunter to the front and tell security that I'm a guest of the drummer and they let me queue jump. I obviously look like a jazz aficionado compared to the queue who are half that and half tourists. I think. Still takes 15 minutes to get in and to the bar where I wait for Poppy. We could go to one of the comfy seats with orange lights like everyone else but opt for bar stools as it has a great view of the stage. Tom has a few friends and his parents here tonight with the latter on a table right next to the stage and the former sat with me and Poppy at the bar. We (well they) turn out to be the raucous contingent despite the sign on the bar telling us to not talk during performances "even if you are friends of the band". The band are a 5 piece with upright proper bass played by the guy who writes the song (are tunes without vocals songs?), guitar, sax, keyboards and our very own Tom on the drums. They start off with a longish (compared to my usual fare of sub 3 minute punk) meandering tune which goes around the melody cycle with each instrument and a few outbreaks of improv soloing. Now, not knowing anything about jazz except for seeing a bit of trad in pubs and dancing to jazz funk and listening to the jazzier side of Zappa and getting into black midi and BCNR, ah OK, maybe a fair bit of my listening is jazz influenced. So anyway I'm going in with an open mind to abate my prejudices of black polo necked bearded folk nodding to noodling. Sorry about that awful characterisation. I can't really describe the music from a jazz view and I can't make a lot of lazy comparisons to other jazz artists so this is from a jazz virgin's point of view comparing to other genres. Firstly, I really enjoyed the gig. More than I thought I would as I thought I may become bored as I've never got into jazz. The musicianship was exceptional and they really complement each other. The cycle of melody is a bit like verse chorus repeat of blues and rock but far more intricate and with a lot more improvisation. My reference is the improv of the interesting side of psychedelic rock such as Gong and the spaced out scene. It's free flowing drifting off and then coming back down to mother earth with a bit of a hard edge especially when the drums kick in, as opposed to cymbal brushing, and the sax starts blurting. And that's what makes it interesting for me. At times it's very laid back focussing on one instrument and at others it's verging on a rock vibe albeit without the classic 4/4 beat. So yes, like the off beat freestyle grooving of psych bands but without the heavy weirdness. Or maybe I'm just missing that as jazz musicians have been known to indulge (obviously not saying this band do!)  The bassist is great whether plucking out a raw beat or filling in the gaps or soloing. Tom on drums is brilliant and how he keeps the vibe with the others must take a lot of concentration. He's constantly looking at the others, as they all need to do, measuring sweetly soft brush strokes with a harder edged banging beat when needed. Classic jazz drummer nodding head. Is that taught as part of the jazz drummer training? Interesting watching him tonight and comparing to his drumming for his rock band KOYO which seems a lot simpler. Although KOYO have that psychedelic dare I say prog vibe which I guess melds with the way he plays jazz. The guitarist runs from rhythm to soloing to filling in just right and those solos are right up there. The keyboard player alternates between the house grand piano (how many jazz greats have tinkled those ivories?) and an electronic keyboard jumping between classic and modern jazz (get me, jazz expert, hey!). The saxophonist is also great. Going along with the rhythm and then branching out somewhere above the tune. A few times he goes into blasting blurting mode which sounds quite jarring going along with the rest of the music but fits in brilliantly especially as I love that sound and reminds me of Ted Milton's playing in Blurt (who I saw this summer - catch em while you can) and Nik Turner. The whole vibe at times is a bit Hawkwind-at-Stonehenge. All in all a great set which I enjoyed a lot. The bassist has a bit of chat too which is nice - a wry sense of humour. The audience are very appreciative and possibly slightly noisier than they would have been as our group of liggers at the bar are whooping and shouting out the musician's names which encourages everyone else to be a bit more enthusiastic. Great atmosphere because of that. An encore is insisted upon which is a Randy Newman tune for which I'm racking my brain as to whether I have ever heard a Randy Newman cover live. Very likely not unless Stiff Little Fingers who used to like playing unlikely encores. This was nowhere near as good as the rest of the set. So, yes, I'd like to see Wandering Monsters again. For sure. Whether I'll venture into other jazz not wholly sure but I won't strenuously avoid it. Maybe I can't avoid it as I am now inducted into the secret life of jazz fans of which Poppy has given me a glimpse such as clapping during songs. I nearly clapped halfway through the first song when I thought they'd finished. They hadn't so just as well I judiciously waited until someone else clapped (no one did). Then halfway through the second song people started clapping when it obviously wasn't over. Poppy explained you clap after a solo or improv bit to show appreciation to that musician. Afterwards chatted to Tom about the differences drumming for jazz, rock and general pop. And complimented the saxophonist saying some of the blurty bits were like a band called Blurt and did he know them? Did he?!?  A fan of Ted Milton and impressed I'd seen him recently. Then I mentioned Gong and he, Poppy and myself had a right old natter about Gong, the Canterbury Scene, Nik Turner and Hawkwind, jazz funk, Orange Juice, Rip Rig and Panic, James Chance, Frank Zappa and whether Gong was Prog Rock and did we therefore like Prog to which Ben vehemently stated "if I do like prog rock it's not the evil side like Yes, Genesis and Rick Fking Wakeman!" (or words to that effect, I think, apologies if I've misquoted you Ben). Total agreement there then. I leave the youngsters to chat and catch the tube home getting to bed before Tom and Poppy return. 

The verdict. Would I go see jazz again. Likely. To see if as good as Tom's band (unlikely). Would I go to Ronnie Scott's again. Possibly. If seeing Tom's band again or if I'm on a guest list and don't have to queue for an hour and I can sit at the bar or at a table right in front of the stage.

Photos. None as illegal. Whilst trying to sort out my phone's camera (why do I find it so hard?) one of the waiting staff stood in front of me remonstrating (which I couldn't hear properly) and making a cut throat sign. Very disturbing until I realised she was just telling me I couldn't take photos. Another negative for Ronnies.

Thanks again for the ticket Tom. Let me know when next in London whether playing jazz or psychedelic rock. If the former with Poppy to give me the inside gen on jazz etiquette.

Photo credit: Sophie Jouvenaar


Saturday, September 09, 2023

Radio Waves Goodbye

On the recommendation by Ramsay and Jo as they were camping with one of the people from the first band on tonight and that it's free and it's a while since I was last at the Windmill and the headliners are great and how many reasons do I need? I press gang Eva into coming along promising it will be better than the last band I dragged her along to (Blurt, I loved them but an acquired taste probably best initially sampled four decades ago). So the End of the Road Roof Doggers are on as I arrive but luckily I catch most of their set. Billed by the Windmill web site as "post pun electronics" I was intrigued but think they missed a "k" there. I was expecting an easy listening dose of 80s type electronic post punk poppiness but what we got from the two synth players of Radio Waves Goodbye was a heavy dose of  electronic techno. And a bit of 80s electronics. The crowd was very impressive for a Monday and this being the first band and before 9 pm but maybe the Cost of Living Crisis (as the Sunak's premiership will be known) has enticed folk out for a free gig. So a great set with big tunes and certainly a punk vibe on the energy and vocals sets us up nicely for the night. Eva arrives as the band end and goes outside whilst I get drinks. Out back Eva's chatting to three very friendly blokes who are all in their early 20s and we have a right old natter as I tell the native New Yorker what the Big Apple was like back in the late 80s when I visited. Obviously before he was a twinkle in the proverbial. It's their first time here and one said he thought they'd walked into a crack house when they got inside. God knows what he thought of the toilet then. Next up are Hate Moss who have a dodgy name and not as clever as the openers. But the music is great. Again a heavy electronic techno vibe with a synth playing singer and a drummer to drive the beat with that live and direct feel. Some gentler bits  but generally another banging set of hard dance vibes. Some damn fine vocals too. There's a bit of hard ass dancing going on too. One of which turns out to be the partner and fellow camper of the guy in the first band and I chat to them whilst waiting for Eva who I've lost. After chatting bands, this venue, bassing and fiddly knob devices, this being their 2nd gig plus how great Ramsay and Jo are I find Eva again. Back outside to chat to our new found friends and a possible NYC Halloween party for her. Then we're back inside for the headliners who I've seen a couple of times before and they don't disappoint tonight. They have some new tunes I think and a new member and the 5 (I think) members of Queens Head deliver a fantastic set of post pun(k) punky (if that's not contradictory) and far from puny south London sleaze laden baggy tunes with a surreptitious nod to the support bands techno genre. So quite a diverse set but that's their beauty plus the two front men who are intensely entertaining. One of them has a look that says you wouldn't want to have him staring at you in a dodgy south London pub, that that's exactly what he's doing to the audience. Of course being the Windmill a fair few know the band and they sing happy birthday to one of their mates preserving their cool by saying "we don't usually do this". So a great end to the evening and all three bands have royally entertained us. Nice to hear a bit of techno dance at the Windmill and it wasn't too hot inside despite us being in a late summer heat wave. Outside we say goodbye to our young friends (OK, Eva is their age too!) and hello to Son of Roof Dog who is on the ground rather than up on the roof. Then Eva and I wander through the pub's estate before parting for me to freewheel on Debbie's trusty steed back home. Free entry New Music Monday's (OK, so QH are not exactly new) are a great idea.



Radio Waves Goodbye

Head banging

Hate Moss

A diverse audience indeed

Queens Head

That stare

Eva with our buddies


Gratuitous Arsenal mural insert (I was there Saturday)



Gratuitous Oval gas works insert (I was there Sunday)