The Envy Corps & Dead City Radio – Glasgow Barfly

Dead City Radio had piqued my interest with above average indie pop rock tunes on their MySpace and thankfully after a last-minute dash from the underground station to catch their set, they didn’t disappoint live. The playful, Wheatus-like, studenty, meandering nature of the tunes sits atop strongly written melodies with Beatles-era riffs hidden below synthpop chords and was only occasionally marred by a lacklustre performance. As they wrap up the set with an obvious live favourite amongst their more knowledgable fans (yes, I include myself as one of their new fans now) the instruments slink off for a while leaving only simple chimes as the backdrop to some of the most impressive vocal harmonies heard from any band still playing venues as small as the Barfly.

Tagged as ‘shimmery indie goodness’ and proclaiming themselves to be a “band from Iowa that sounds like they’re from Missouri” The Envy Corps recently released Story Problem EP sounds distinctly Nebraskan but on stage the band take us North across the border to Winnipeg with vocals reminiscent of The Weakerthans. The indie folk rock sounding well filled out, every instrument playing its part to combine into something akin to Radiohead if Thom Yorke had ever been happy and content, or similar to The Alarm if they hadn’t tried so hard to be U2. At one point apologising for “writing songs for girls” when sliding the mood down into bittersweet emotional yearnings for love and affection, the bands finest live moments come from the more uplifting songs where you feel the midwest dust being blown off as you speed on to a chorus refrain.

Part of The Levis Ones To Watch 2007 gigs showcasing new talent, something a little bit more special than a run of the mill show was required but as fine as the bands here tonight were and as much as I’ve loved having their tunes on repeat since returning from the gig, the something special just wasn’t there on stage. Let’s blame an unenthused Tuesday evening Glasgow crowd as both Dead City Radio and The Envy Corps have the talent down on record that their fans deserve to see rocking sold-out venues in the future.

Robots In Disguise, Scunner + Dirty Pirate – Glasgow Barfly

Three rather indescribable bands tonight. Which is admittedly not the most promising thought to hit on when starting to write a review, but how else to cover electro-karaoke, candy fags and crowd-surfing silver capes?!

Dirty Pirate start us off tonight as the most unpromising looking act ever. Two guys, one microphone and minimal mixing kit sitting on an old beer crate. They sound like a wedding cabaret DJ from the arse end of disco era 70s, but then your ear realises there’s some genius in there, somewhere. It’s not there all the time but as the hook lyrics of All Yr Secrets morph seamlessly and wonderfully into Abba and back again, I’m regretting my cynical non-attention earlier in the set. This final song of epic Electro-Karaoke greatness is even enough to overcome my foul “I was stood up, grrr” mood and I whoop in appreciation far more loudly than any sober person should for such nonsense.

Scunner I love, let’s get that out of the way now—I was never going to not enjoy this set from them. Strangely though, it’s the largest stage I’ve ever seen them perform on and it almost threatens to confine frontman Paul Puppet for the first couple of songs. Or maybe it’s just spilling his pint that keeps him less exuberantly extrovert than usual. Don’t get me wrong, though, as far as vocalist performers go he hardly misses a note and never misses a trick, so by the end we have a feather duster & cigarette sweets thrown into the audience and an umbrella trashed on stage. That may sound like a bizarre take on the “TV out window” or drumkit levelling stereotypical Rock antics and that’s exactly what Scunner are: a bizarre take on themselves. The drumming is beautifully unadorned and almost Violent Femme-esque, and, depending on song the guitar or keyboard carries the melodies just as simply and just as perfectly—I warned you I loved these guys didn’t I? But I’m back to that “indescribable” label now though, so let’s invent a Muppet-Punk genre for Scunner to live in all on their own, the live sound more raw than recorded tracks currently available.

They’ve disappointed me on one thing tonight; they never played my favourite track Drip Static. For a band at this level to play a half hour set with never a dud moment and still have good songs in reserve is a rare thing indeed—is it bad etiquette to call for an encore before the headliners appear?

Even before they reach the stage Robots in Disguise have the crowd going wild for them and by the time they march on stage with whistles blowing and capes flying it’s obvious they have some serious fans here tonight. But I’m a first timer they’re starting from scratch with, and to be honest, the music is all good and fine with DJ’s Got A Gun being a stand out brilliant electro-pop track but much of the hysteria seems artificially created to me. Half the set is spent with the band, or the mic stands, or stage equipment in the audience, and the crowd do absolutely love it but I’m too remote even just at the side of the stage to appreciate the fenzy. I want so much to love RiD for their act & performance but I’m left simply liking and enjoying the full on energy they bring to the set—I know it will be a long time before I see another band crowd surf and then sing from upon shoulders of an audience member at the Glasgow barfly!

I failed to love Robots in Disguise, I only liked and enjoyed them, tonight that put me firmly in the minority.

65daysofstatic, The Morning After Girls, Disco Ensemble

“So your job is to go to gigs and watch bands for free? That must be great!”
Well yes, mostly it can be fun. But not tonight.

Having to run through a list of possible names that PR bods may have stuck you under at the door is never fun, and finding that we aren’t actually listed as promised is downright insulting. But I’m not beaten so easily and I pay myself in. I kinda grudge paying twice as much as is reasonable for tonight’s lineup but I blame the Kerrang sponsors for that. However, insult is added to injury when I’m asked “Where’d your friend go?”, and spot the implication was that after not being guest-listed Mr. Potatojunkie had snuck in for free …

First band on tonight are Disco Ensemble, and I’ve said it before but boy are they emo. It’s outright by-the-numbers emo, and it really does pain me to admit that they are fucking good at it. The sound let them down a bit though and took just enough edge off the performance for some of the songs to be disappointingly lacklustre.

The Morning After Girls follow on stage and will have to be really impressive to overcome the bad impression made by inept PR at the door. They resoundingly fail to do so. The Beatles when they first started taking too much acid is not the best thing to try and update into modern emo-times; it can work if done in a kitsch-pop way, but I’m not certain at all where this band were meant to be going or where they were coming from. The polka-dot-dressed tambourine percussion keyboardist lass was kinda hot though, but I’m really not certain if that should be the highlight of any live gig.

65daysofstatic. Ahhh, now these guys have to overcome the bad feeling left by their management not returning my calls after offering an interview. I think I missed the start of their set due to not noticing when the intro tape stopped and they started playing stuff themselves. Oh, three minute pop-punk songs, where were you tonight? Interminably drawn-out instrumentals bore me to tears but the Barfly crowd are loving it. I reckon the Barfly crowd maybe need to get out to go see some good bands play gigs a bit more often rather than simply cheer for the folks Kerrang & the NME tell them to.

Overall this gig was scene bands playing to an overly scene crowd—I expect every emo ’zine in the country will be running a piece on the gig judging by the number of pseudo-professional cameras and notebooks I saw flashed around the place. Oh Kerrang, when did it all go wrong? When did you forget about rock and start sponsoring NME band tours?

Oh, and the beer tasted just like piss. Can I get my money back please … ?

Trashlight Vision, In So Far + The Poisoning – Glasgow Barfly

Glasgow barfly on a December Sunday night and to be honest I didn’t want to be here. I felt old – so, so old. It’s a 14+ gig and just some nights the age you feel is the age your aching muscles feel no matter how young the lass standing next to you is…and I’m sore and still hungover from gods know what I did on Friday night. I’d rather a quiet rocking chair than the prospect of loud music tonight…

And I’m worried. The Poisoning are the first band and contrary to every other time I’ve seen them, they have no fake blood make-up and far fewer clothes on.
But this is The Poisoning, the band. And well, if you were right down the front you kinda missed half the performance. Some opening support bands will waste their energy on asking politely for the crowd to move forward a bit to create atmosphere. Not these guys, any space you leave them is soon filled: this band goes to the crowd. And I’m glad I had a buffer of young teenage girls in front of me – singers I can usually cope with but fuck me that guitarist has scary eyes when he wants and I don’t have my camera to stare back with…!

During their third song tonight the person next to me turns round and announces “I have a new favourite band!”, and aye, tonight they had me offering them my first born in praise & worship. I’m assured by folk who listen more than I do that they manage to play the goth horror punk style just as well as they pose to it.

Next up, In So Far inevitebly had to play the worst slot of the night, following such a great local opener but not being the known headline band will always be tricky. And that’s what they managed to do, they played that fill in set, as much as I loved the lowest slung bass ever and the lead singer’s enthusiasm, they never quite managed to win enough of the crowd to impress and my ears only heard some vaguely generic rock sounds, on another day I may have been easier to please, but not tonight. I went to the bar and I bought a drink.

Trashlight Vision did me kinda proud though, they managed to play almost a Stadium Rock show in exactly the sort of venue I remember that whole sound growing from. Probably very few folk there other than me & Acey Slade, who yeah, was acting just like he could have been headlining Donnigton in ’91, nobody else would have understood if I’d said “a real original Cathouse show”, sleaze rock, cock rock, whatever rock, even with the lack of pole dancers it still made me yearn for sleazy stripper infested dives that I’ve only seen in Crue videos. But I was happy enjoying the set as such – they even managed to play a Guns N’ Roses cover without me being up in arms at the travesty of it all, there’s not many bands I would forgive that liberty!

Trashlight could have won me over compeltely but then they started up with 1st Fright and well… I tried my best to jot down some sensible notes of what to tell you guys about the gig but when I look at them now all I see is an A4 piece of paper with “THE POISONING – stage invasion – WIN~!!” written on it.

In So Far did their best, Trashlight Vision played a fine headline set.

But The Poisoning – they won.

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