Bathed in blue stage lights, with the ageing pipes of an old church organ looming impressively over them, Cúla Búla towered over the crowd upstairs at The Quays on a stage built at least seven feet off the ground. More »
‘Cause he’s got a voice that’d make Tom Waits go “damn man what did you do to yourself?!”, you can’t understand a word James Leg sings. More »
“We’re not a tribute band; we are the real deal” says Tony Visconti about Holy Holy. Given that he, in his role as David Bowie’s long-term producer, and his band-mate, Spiders From Mars drummer Mick “Woody” Woodmansey, probably have more experience of working with the glam-era Bowie than anyone else alive, that is no hollow claim. More »
Eye liner running in sweaty smears down his cheeks, Razmo spasms like a preacher possessed by forces unknown. With octave-hopping vocal gymnastics he spits his lyrics (‘if I was an alligator, I’d be so snappy in conversation’) like a circus performer spits fire. The keyboardist hops from foot to foot, a joy-struck imp on a hot tin roof, all the while bassist Sebastian leans against the wall of The Thomas House’s basement venue, coolness made man. More »
