Under a heady torrent of rain, we trundle to Exeter’s very own Phoenix Arts centre under the blanket of October post-fest-melancholy, optimistically clutching glitter in clammy hands. Accompanied by my friend, a similarly budding punter, we are rural voyeurs to Kettering’s very own ‘Temples’ on the penultimate date of their tour, fresh faced neo-psyching in a 60s retro-prog melange of sparkles and tangles.
James divulges to us whilst shuffling, semi shrouded under an impressive gravity defying contortion of dark ringlets underpinned by an exclamatory streak of signature silver under each eye. He remarks on our own and the seeming cult following of James miniatures in this eves crowd.
‘I nearly didn’t make it tonight, my voice was nearly out’. Honey and lemon? ‘Yeah yeah! You’ve gotta go easy on yourself, don’t burn the candle at both ends’. Not quite the envisaged rock and roll lifestyle Mr. Bagshaw?
Having formed but a ‘year and a bit’ ago the sheer escalation from dingy 100 capacity venues and pubs to headline tour is a progression they themselves don't seem to have anticipated fully. Bagshaw confesses the bands label, Heavenly Recordings (think Charlie Boyer, Stealing Sheep) have Brixton Academy visions of 2014. Happily signed, Temples settled briefly with Columbia records- home to Indie giants Peace, before moving with Heavenly, and Telegram, as they smugly tell us, worked to antithesis infact turning down Heavenly’s offer.
Though modestly introvert, Bagshaw still resides in his parents’ house, having converted his bedroom into the band’s studio. Asking their opinion on NME I receive a pensive pause.
‘To be honest, It’s great to have them backing you, you just want them on your side’ says Telegram bassist Oli Paget-Moon slouched on the door frame as James nonchalantly fondles a floral lighter ‘mate you’ve had that all tour’ he provokes. Here is a band with enough flair to brandish the odd flowery number and uphold an enigmatic stage persona.
Temples wear their influences on their sleeves, the usual comparisons to the Beatles, T Rex, as well as a love for Bowie (of which we had a confirmational discussion as to the subjective pronunciation, I was put straight.) no doubt as a by-product of being the godfather of stage slap.
‘I’m really into MC Hammer..’ he continues followed by the raising of eyebrows to which Oli swiftly interjects with a confessional proclamation of adoration for late 70’s and early 80’s disco to eyebrows nearing hairlines. A disco infused Telegram record then? ‘Well we have one track we haven’t recorded or played live yet that’s quite disco’. This just took a totally unexpected turn.
Yet despite Temples frontman’s initial impression of seeming introversy there’s more to the man than meets sparkling eyes. There is a cynicism, the typical anti-X Factor spiel as well as a disliking to contemporaries- Peace.
'You heard Lovesick?' he says turning his head slightly askew in inquisition. We nod, a mutual distaste owing much to the pressure of large labels in requiring specific categorical songs- disparate from that of early Delicious EP- defining California Daze a mark of raw beauty. Feisty.
‘People need to listen more with their ears than their eyes’ he chirps, curiously if not hypocritical, is the band not the epitome of effortlessly enviable indie? No, I express, it is more melody oriented than all else, it may not be a brawling live affair but there’s more than enough melodic tomfoolery to enthuse you throughout. We probe further, musical collaborations on the horizon? ‘we’ve actually been speaking to Melody’s Echo Chamber (hazy French psych collective) and Tame Impala about doing something together for Record Store Day’ and I sense my colleague stifle a cry of ecstasy.
In a perpetual state of writing but with the album recorded and currently being knitted together deep in the hub of Bagshaw’s boudoir set for release in February 2014, 2013 has certainly been a phenomenal year for Temples. Similarly for Telegram in rising through the ranks of the alternative sphere with debut single only officially released a month ago, no doubt thanks to the backing of Marc Riley on his Radio 6 slot.
It may not have been a riotous performance, but a blissfully enjoyable live show from one of the scene’s most promising bona fide talents and for me, a fourth time lucky as foot-tapping spectator. Reet little cracker.
Wednesday 23 October 2013
Tribes: Baby ( another blast from the past )
Debut album 'Baby'
from Camden based grunge-rock band Tribes provides a refreshing new breath of
guitar music with prominent American guitar influences hinting at that of
Nirvana and The Pixies and fronted with the rugged vocals of lead singer Johnny
Lloyd.
Tribes themselves
formed in early 2010 posting numerous singles free to download via their
MySpace and released their debut LP in January 2012. This was shortly followed
by the announcement of their big break in supporting Azealia Banks, Metronomy
and Two Door Cinema Club on the NME Awards Tour 2012.
The album itself is a
passionate teen-grunge collective of nostalgic 90's reminiscent guitar solos
alongside the band's hazy nonchalant exterior consisting of hacked off
'thrift-store' t-shirts and unruly black locks sported by band members and fans
alike.
Initial track
'Whenever' followed by 'We Were Children' soundtracks the idea of teenage
rebellion and youth, their sound again strikingly similar to their musical
influences with guitars featuring significantly, back dropped by Lloyd's heavy
vocals evoking aggressive passionate memories of juvenile angst. Track
'Sappho's lyrics almost mimic that of The Kinks 'Lola' telling of a
transvestite and drunken consequences, the music video seeing Lloyd and his
fellow band mates donning similar attire.
The idea of loss of
childhood prevails throughout with 'Himalaya' boasting Turner-esque vocals and
melody until optimism is stunted at 'Nightdriving', a song they first released
online in early 2011 in memory of Charlie Haddon formerly of Ou Est La Swimming
Pool who passed away at a young age whilst performing at the Belgian music
festival ‘Pukklepop’.
Clearly Charlie's
untimely passing struck a chord with Tribes as this mournful contemplative
track serves as a chilling reminder to the fragility of life, though
unparralled to earlier recordings of the song as the album version somewhat
glosses over the raw emotion conveyed in the early vocal.
'Nightdriving' here
sees Lloyd adopt a semi-philosophical nature questioning religion and life
again continuing the theme of youth due to the inquisitive nature of young
people. This solemn air is then curiously pierced by 'When My Day Comes' a
driven yet formulaic song telling of youthful positivity and ignorance with
memorable empowering chorus and similarly guitar driven. Another influence is
made apparent in 'Alone Or With Friends' as the band embrace a slower tempo and
a more stripped back production initially opting for acoustic guitar and
synthesized vocals suggestive of some late Beatles work and acting as an
uplifting reminder to their eclectic musical repertoire and ability.
Having witnessed
Tribes' gradual rise to mainstream radio play their work seems to have
progressed significantly to a more unpretentious, matured and defined sound
contrasting their earlier performances which possessed a slight flared
arrogance (having myself attended one of their gigs in late 2010 whilst they
were supporting Mystery Jets) they seem more secure in their genre as their
album assembles a glorious array of their musical capability.
So for anyone who's a
fan of rousing lyrics delivered in a flurry of electric guitar and impressionable
teenage passion then Tribes are definitely one to watch. 7.5/10
'A Creature I Don't Know' Album Review, forgive my year 11 informalities, circa 2011.
Laura
Marling’s bold venture into the realms of the ‘difficult third album’ territory
are proving to be very sound; genre mixing and mingling with the likes of Rock,
Blues, Country and Jazz in an eager bid to discard the typecast of the ‘Nu-Folk’
genre she herself established alongside Marcus Mumford, King Charles and Johnny
Flynn in her first two albums- ‘Alas, I Cannot Swim’ and the BRIT award winning
‘I Speak Because I Can’.
‘A
Creature, I Don’t Know’ shows much promise, the opening track ‘The Muse’
flaunts a mellow and slightly atonal melody, Marling’s vocals embracing the
piano whilst purring lyrics of ‘the beast’; an ongoing theme throughout.
‘I
Was Just A Card’, seemingly innocent soon dissolves into a whir of emotions
leading into nostalgic medley ‘Don’t Know Why’ and ‘Salinas’, which rolls into
a relaxed Blues-y lull towards the end, showcasing Marling’s extraordinary
ability to merge genres. This is preceded by bittersweet ‘The Beast’ showing
her darker side as the Rock element to the album is exposed, rearing its head
at the solid use of electric guitars and drums as she echoes cursings of ‘The Beast’.
‘Night
After Night’ then follows with stripped back murmurs of crazed adoration and
lust ‘Darling I loved you, I longed to
become you’ as the tone is pierced with the chorus ‘Would you watch my body weaken, my mind drift away?’ heartbroken,
this is Marling at her best.
Towards
the end of the album ‘Sophia’ finally emerges with a memorable tune spiralling
into Blues-y ambience, again, with an upbeat and positive air to it whilst
finally coming to rest at ‘All My Rage’ which proves to be uplifting with the
air of a sea shanty finishing the record on a light note.
Her
live performance is that of a matured and dedicated musician whilst only being
20 years of age, her attitude seems calm and collected yet pleasantly surprised
at the attention she receives for her music.
Exeter Cavern Café- 100 Word Review
Furrowed
deep under the cultural epicentre of Exeter resides a dormant lodger. Cavern
café, the Spiderman of the West country; mung bean favouring vegan café by day,
full throttle vivacious punk/rock venue by night. Student prices with toilet
facilities one might be excused for mistaking for those off ‘Trainspotting’.
Neither can one fail to notice the dwindling light fixtures nor the tentatively
clinging residue of human sweat to terracotta ceilings lingering from a
previous eve of revelry. Cheap milkshakes, grubby stubble and smear-clean oil
cloth surfaces, this inverted werewolf is a comedown Mecca, though
affectionately pivotal in social circles. It’s an acquired taste.
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