My three song review

I went to another Chekhov's Rifle gig last night; I did say I'd seen them a lot, sue me I enjoy it.

Anyway this isn't about them.

This is my three song review of the Brown Brogues, the last act on the bill.

I would have loved to stay for more than three songs, but I had to leave.

The three song review

I was uninspired by seeing two young guys, one with guitar, one with drums.

My first thought, so they think they're The White Stripes...

My second thought, what is that awful noise the guitarist is making soundchecking the mic, oh please, my head, my head.

My third, oh he's actually making warped but recognisable noises now, that's quite fun.

The gig proper

To me they sounded a bit like The White Stripes mixed with The Hives.

It was very infectious and promised some variation as the third song managed to sound slightly psychadelic despite the paired down instrumentation.

I had fun, I didn't want to leave.

For the music geeks

The distorted mic two piece has apparently been done before by Lightning Bolt.

However, I think these two weren't carbon copies.

Influenced quite strongly perhaps, but not complete rip off merchants.

All in all a good night at The Silver Bullet, next time I'm staying longer.

Rocking Montague

Out for another deliciously fun gig night this weekend.

Looks like I'm making a habit of this.

Turned up chiefly to listen to Chekhov's Rifle play, for the...

No wait, I can't actually remember how many times I've seen them.

Let's just say it was the latest of many.

Chekhov's line-up is now all male, after the female bass player was baby-capacitated.

They deliver a tight and rousing set, with a 'new song', oo er.

The set is not even spoilt by a dropped and swiftly recovered drumstick, not a beat missed.

Great jiggly fun, with lyrics to leave you baffled.

They are followed by Tim Ten Yen.

I'm always a bit suspicious of a man with a tiny Casio keyboard.

In this case it can be easily forgiven.

This was a shits and giggles set with all the gusto I have come to expect from performance poet Richard Tyrone Jones.

Prancing about the stage he sang beautifully over an iPod and had most of the audience in stitches.

“I have an enemy a sea anemone.”

And a song about a cat looking out across the dance floor.

After all this I was well revved up for the last act, who during the sound check had moved through three instruments.

What a disappointment!

Mainly covers and not inspirational ones, I'd like to say more about the set but in truth I walked to the back of the bar after a couple of songs to chat in peace.

He was musically proficient, but, well, dull.

At least The Montague Arms is a lovely place to have and a drink if the bands don't pass muster.

An eccentric pub, meets ship, meets taxidermist, with bar staff who probably need hearing aids.

It's great.