So that’s Brogues and Anne B. covered on La Terrasse this month, but you will be asking yourselves, what of The Wildhouse? There was this terrific self-review of a gig I missed:
20 minutes one song
all played different songs, i think, total fuckin racket
sheila does not remember playing at all
paul was very angry
pete played most of the gig with a screwdriver
They have also been organising a gig / festival on the 9th May, which Mark asked if I’d mention, and – why not? I can’t make it to that one either, so I may as well do a review in advance. Or at least as much as to say that there will be noisy music and shouted poetry, and at least one properly famous person (Malcolm Ross! Only from bloody Orange Juice! And, y’know, the fun ’n’ frenzy filled Josef K), singing a broad Scots ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’ in various contexts; there will be atrocious band names – Ross’ The Bum Clocks, Ultimate Thrush, and Tayside Mental Health, whose ‘Le Chic Spastique’ video on the festival website is quite terrifying; there will be Andy and Graeme of The Candy Store Prophets making their first live appearance in absolutely ages; there will be The Wildhouse themselves, doing angry things with screwdrivers.
Clearly the shouted poetry idea could go either way, but this is such an ambitious thing to put on in a city which just lost one mid size venue, and in which there is nothing remotely interesting on at the other one between now and November. Go along and have your ears shredded, at least half of this will be brilliant.