Patti Smith & her band @ Shepherd's Bush Empire

Punk rock's A to Z

18 & 19/6


I've seen Smith half a dozen times. And I continue to be blown away.

Having her older self to compare her to (her beginning-of-the-noughties, already slowed-down self, not the '70s one, unfortunately!), I now found her a beat or two slower - it somehow seemed like the band went for a lower gear in everything. Was it my idea? Still, it would only be her age (66) she can't escape, not rules - or conformism, in any way. There's no doubt about it.

I was subconsciously worried about the younger crowd that, along with the standard oldies, filled the Empire both nights. Would they find a chance to turn their backs on an old underground powerhouse, just because it wasn't The Naked And Famous pulling tricks out of the trendy indie rock hat? But they chose her, they knew better as it was...

Smith & co chose a slightly different setlist for each day, along with old crowd favourites: Because The Night and People Have The Power, Dancing Barefoot and Ain't It Strange, Redondo Beach and Pissing In A River (what about it?!) spicing it up with the title track from her latest, Banga, and This Is The Girl, her tribute to Amy Winehouse (for me, quite frankly, one of her songs that bore me the most). Inbetween, she'd spit, joke, provoke the audience and make sure they lived up to the challenge.

Loyal to the advice she once got from poet Allen Ginsberg, Smith makes sure she is never boring - and she doesn't allow her audience to get bored either. But that's not necessarily by putting into effect some of the oldest tricks in the rock'n'roll book, knowing they have stood the test of time. It is, rather, by challenging their minds, their sense of humanity and strength to rise above. And, in that, she doesn't indulge anybody. She tells it like it is, even what risks making her less lovable. The extraordinary thing is, when you are as powerful in your attitude, soul and mind as she is, they actually get it. She has risen above herself, and she has given people good excuse to be badass. Don't you just wish we had more like her?

She stands up for the people of Turkey and Brazil fighting their cause in the streets. She stands up for her endless loves (her brother, her husband), timeless and Loveless talent - Bruce Springsteen and My Blood Valentine's Kevin Shields, her most recent collaborator.

A true force all on his own, guitar thunder Lenny Kaye takes over in a short break and rocks it out with a noisier Summertime Blues. No, there ain't no cure for the Lenny Kaye blues! That's when the younger ones in the house have no idea who they're up against, and that's when I'll insist - look him up. A massive, vitally influential figure of the New York underground scene and beyond, Kaye is not just a Patti Smith Group guitarist. He's timeless himself, and he completes his punk poetess and old friend like no other can..

Both gigs reach the end after a marathon Rock'n'Roll Nigger and Land masterfully blended into Gloria, that had the crowd jumping like mad. And this is only the Patti Smith, age 66 version, believe it or not (the people that hadn't seen her before don't believe me). Go figure.

Here's the one thing I found wrong: She's become more and more hippy over the years (reprimand). All these happy smiles and waves to the fans - I guess this is where she'd spit on me, but what can I say, oh dear, Wave's a king but extended crowd waves are really not my thing. You know what is? I saw her soundcheck twice this time. Her presence inside the band was unabashedly commanding - that's who she was when she was young and penniless, that's who she will always be. She's even bigger in my eyes.

She can go, with all her might, and salute Ginsberg's grave. Reassure him that she never, ever, gets anybody bored, still (minus a ballad or two...). She's done pretty, fucking and awesomely (in the literal sense of the word), goddamn alright.


Text by Danai Molocha, photography...we salute all those talented people on the web.



Chromatics, Glass Candy @ Koko

Retro love: Sophisticated chic VS sensual kitsch

12-6-13

I waited and waited outside a sold out Koko, till I got the right ticket price by an Italian student who had been stood up by his sick girl.
Lucky for me, the bands equally went for a late start.

Under Mr DJ's (whoever that was up on the decks...) insane electro-tunes, I waited some more - but, by then, I was already dancing. And when the long-awaited full chromatic effect hit the stage, the sonic warm-up turned into pure heat.

Compared to the last time they passed by London, Chromatics' lingering rhythms, moodiness and sexual tension were way more intense - the way I saw it at least. Kill For Love's stellar Neil Young cover Into The Black was there, as well as the wandering These Streets Will Never Look the Same, Candy and the title song Kill For Love (though the latter's romanticism is among the few things in the band that actually puts me off). Night Drive's namesake, as well as I Want Your Love (the luscious, retro, erotic beat of which, to me, is the essence of the band) and Running Up That Hill took things to a whole new level of... partying and brooding (if only anything could only ever top up that Kate Bush original!). And that song guitarist Adam Miller sings - don't ever let me go on without a thumbs up just for him.

The band abandoned the stage for a while, before a shy Ruth Radelet approached the mic, singing a melancholic Blue Moon under the lonely spotlight. A wonderful rendition of the old classic in an eloquent setting - but still not good enough for parts of the audience, that chatted loud as donkeys during her song.

Before we even knew it, the dj was on the decks mixing it up some more - and the beat went on...

Now, Glass Candy, I had been wanting to see them since their 2002 glam punk debut Love Love Love. And the moment was... there and then. Ida No came out in a golden outfit replete with golden blonde hair, instantly getting into her now trademark rhythm gymnastics - constantly spicing it up with her endless love love love of the world.

No is the kind of girl that, once you think she's harmless as a dove, she lets go of an ear-splitting, sinister punk scream that has you convinced that if you dare make her mad, she'll cut you up in half. A proper Tarantino rock chick. She's tiny, unashamedly sexy, passionate and wise, an excellent performer that can crowd-surf as well as keep the swinging beat. Candy Castle and Life After Sundown, from 2007's upliftingly kitsch B/E/A/T/B/O/X, were top notch.

The true hero of the night, though, was none other than Johnny Jewel, making a comeback with band No2 after only a short break. Having, in my review of their previous gig at Heaven, blamed Chromatics for a short and slightly detached appearance, I felt double as guilty seeing him dance and sweat on the synth, purposefully flirting with No and getting into the music even more than the crowd. He brings a different character, as both a producer and a performer, into each band - saving his more delicate and erotic playing for Chromatics, and his most animated, vibrant and kitschy persona for -who else?- Glass Candy.

He ended up getting carried to the stage for another encore by the crazy, restless No, who was addicted to her starstruck fans and, even after the music had stopped, she kept on crowd-surfing under the bright lights...

Man what a night. What a gig!






Text by Danai Molocha - too much into dancing to carry a camera, therefore she had to "borrow" the above pics from the web.





Sewn Leather back on track

Killer new 1-sided LP with Sewn Leather's "four latest (and yet cleanest) songs, soaked in battery acid, swallow-ready for the confusion generation". Out now on Phase! Records.

You can order one of the 200 limited edition copies w/ 1-color offset covers here.


Stefanos Rokos & his music gang @ Neu Gallery

Revert to Disarray: Life After Horror & Romance

East London's Neu Gallery (30a Redchurch St.) introduced Greek painter Stefanos Rokos (Facebook) to the UK art crowd for the first time this June, in an exhibition that, all too quick, is coming to an end tonight, 27/6/13.

Reasonably enough, you might ask yourself: In the painted horror, romance and disarray of it all, where does music and the musical, in the end, fit in?

From the Furnace to the Swoon

To begin with, the artist has an array of music buddies that, during the exhibition's course the past month, were happy to stop by and play their tunes - some of them live rarities inspired by the surrounding artwork.
In this miniature East London space, imaginatively dotted by strangely familiar, yet disquieting daily scenes signed by Rokos, Fiery Furnaces' Matt Friedberger, Zita Swoon's (and ex-Deus') Stef Kamil Carlens and Alexander's Festival Hall offered to provide the soundtrack.
For the closing party tonight, London-based American singer and musician Piney Gir has planned a suitably stormy and colorful farewell (start at 8 pm). 

From Neu Gallery to Alexander's Festival Hall...  

Most of my acquaintances flocked to see Matt Friedberger's free live performance at the exhibition's grand opening (6-6-13). A week later, I heard about a girl that traveled from another country just to see Stef Kamil Carlens in a rare intimate solo show.
I opted, myself, for Alexander's Festival Hall's uplifting music bunch, who took over the tiny space on week 3 (20-6-13) - a more typically Londonesque sonic fix. Wine was passed around by those who thought well in advance, happily fueling part of the crowd that swayed blissfully to the synth beat. The set included Alexander Mayor (the main man's actual name) originals from his brand new release Not A Dry Eye Left In London. From Upturned to I'm Gonna Get Married, the songwriter's charming, poetic ballads were balanced out by his quintet's more animated rhythms, making the atmosphere casually euphoric. A couple of problems with the sound only served to stress out that this is no pompous art show. Here, you are among friends - and, simply put, shit happens.
Here's to Mayor's retro, sweet, blissful melodica!

...And from harmony to Hardcore
Rokos's music history, however, goes much further than Neu Gallery's above-mentioned guest shows. In the past, he was instrumental in luring some highly interesting acts into the Greek capital, where he was born - especially keeping in mind that, in Athens, these are not as easy to come by. As part of the event organising team Kormoranos (the Great Cormorant, in English), he helped put up gigs by The Fiery Furnaces, Zita Swoon, Krista Muir and Bobby Conn, to mention just a few.

It comes as no surprise, then, that music permeates each and every one of his paintings - more, or less visibly. In More Than 204 Shots, you spot, among dozen others, some of the record covers that have potentially blazed your own path and past - from Tim Buckley's Goodbye and Hello to Pulp's This Is Hardcore, via a handful of Pink Floyd classics. It's what echoed in the background while Rokos was painting, and it's what now unravels before your eyes, decoding some of the artwork's key moments. A closer look on Revert to Disarray: Life After Horror & Romance, a few feet away, also reveals a tiny, angelic portrait of Bat For Lashes confiding in the onlooker one of the artist's latest obsessions.


Horror & Romance on Another Planet


As a bonus, visitors can grab one of the limited 1700 copies of a unique art-meet-music compilation - the sonic equivalent to Rokos's 2008 exhibition Horror & Romance on Another Planet (alternatively, email info@stefanosrokos.gr). The bet involved guest bands using the title's words indirectly or in a full sentence, changing the word order or royally messing it up - resulting in an eclectic 18-song music beast, with contributions by The Fiery Furnaces, Zita Swoon Group, Bobby Conn, Piney Gir and Krista Muir among Greek bands Sigmatropic, The Last Drive and Bokomolech, among others (check the relevant video here).
It opens with Zita Swoon's hypnotic Horror & Romance on Another Planet, Multicoloured & Intriguing -in my opinion, the most charismatic of them all-, an unlikely match for the Furnaces' characteristically idiosyncratic epic Another Romance on Planet Horror and Greek songwriter Manolis Aggelakis' mystic, electrifying Steven’s Dream.

As for the CD artwork that inspires and envelops them all, it is, predictably, a series of romantic, yet weirdly nightmarish clips from the life of the artist that put it all together - and, although you could have hardly put it into painting, or into a CD yourself, for that matter, it somehow revolves around your own memories too.


 






                     
Words, images of Alexander's Festival Hall and mini sonic clip by Danai Molocha. Images of the Revert to Disarray exhibition and Piney Gir courtesy of the artists.


Global Noise Attack, Alexa de Strange @ Electrowerkz

Star Wars and Star Whores

4-5-13


Inexcusably late to write about this gig on Star Wars and Star Whores day last May. I first meant to write something epic, but, due to my lack of time and timing, this will now have to be reduced to a few slightly bizarre lines...
I'll cut to the chase:
My second live date with GNA (see last review here) was typically filled with raucous beats, thunderous guitar interventions and threatening on-and-off-stage strolls by lead singer Brian Stewart, who was giving the audience some very scary looks.

Noise attacked with considerable force the small Slimelight gang that was gathered here early to see the band, in one big festival of surrealism that was taking place in Torrens St. that night.

[One of several events taking place was the neighbouring Make Believe Festival, consequently, there were a lot of goth aliens, badass lolitas and glam rock superheroes wandering about Electrowerkz. All the parties were meant to unite in one massive unholy feast after midnight].
After their set, the band were employed, among others, to carry in a solemn ritualistic procession the seemingly lifeless body of de Strange, wrapped in a long white cloth (those killer red heals were unfailingly sticking out, though) - on to its next stage, the stage, where it meant to rise.


She emerged, enigmatic and voluptuous, among her heterogeneous bandmates. But my attention span just evaporated there.
Despite its theatricality, sonically at least noise attack No2 was much less thrilling... 
As for King Lizard headlining that night, I left seeking greener pastures - along with a bloody Alice in Wonderland and a creepy 21st century Jedai. 







 

                                             
                                           Text and photography by Danai Molocha