Some notes about the music, I suppose.
Guy Garvey is a class act, and one of the best frontmen going, but he’s a hard man to track down. Security tend not to accept a 6-pint jug of cider as valid identification. Should have gone with the pints, obviously, or pulled some Manchester variant of the potato man routine… the plotting continues.
Going into this thing I had resigned myself to missing out on my usual Sunday evening fix of balding middle-aged men with mullets and walrus moustaches wearing suits and doing karate kicks, so imagine my delight when Grinderman turned up. As a bonus, there was a sentient beard flinging percussion instruments around the place and playing a tiny, tiny guitar. Mortal men would have just looked silly.
Much as The Sex Pistols did… either they’re hell-bent on becoming the most nonsense thing in human history or they’re just acting out Primary School: The Musical. In whatever case, when you come in from a day spent with Henry Rollins and Nick Cave – men with actual testicles – John Lydon gets pretty old pretty quick.
Guy Garvey is a class act, and one of the best frontmen going, but he’s a hard man to track down.
Sure you’ll have another chance in a month and a bit…
Go on…
They’re back for 2 nights in the Ambassador at the end of October. Much drinking and carousing will be done on both nights, I’d imagine…
googles him, thinks “meh”
Well maybe Guy Garvey googles YOU and thinks “meh”. Oh no wait he’s too busy being The Man.
zing
Hate Elbow, I wound up at That Petrol Emotion instead… who I love.
Thank god Nick Cave played Tupelo at the end, Grinderman’s album is awful.
I don’t know why I even went to the Pistols… I was f*cking sober!
Here now sonny, Grinderman is an almost entirely excellent album. Tupelo was mighty welcome though, wouldn’t have minded a few more Bad Seeds songs.
His worst album.