New Order - Live at the Liverpool Summer Pops

Saturday 8th July 2006

Set List: Love Will Tear Us Apart, Crystal, Regret, Twenty Four Hours, Krafty, Working Overtime, Transmission, Your Silent Face, Waiting For The Sirens' Call, Turn, Bizarre Love Triangle, True Faith, Temptation, The Perfect Kiss, Blue Monday, Ceremony, Shadowplay

They have always been something of a wilfully perverse band but late in the day they are finally playing the game that other careerist bands would take as read.

The addition to the set-list these days sees the inclusion of Joy Division classics. Which given their own body of work, must give them something of a headache in putting together a typical night’s gig.

Typically of the band they open up with the brilliant Love Will Tear Us Apart, a song most bands would save for the encore. In truth though there was probably no better opener for tonight.

There haven’t been many gigs in Liverpool by the band of late, despite professing a love for the city. The inclusion of the seemingly lost to the live arena Joy Division classics evokes the days of the late seventies and the now defunct Eric’s club. The club in which Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook and Steven Morris as well as many other luminary figures cut their teeth.

You couldn’t get a better opening set of songs at a New Order gig than what they opened with tonight. The afore mentioned Love Will Tear Us Apart as well as Crystal, Regret and Transmission set the scene for what followed.

There was something for in all in the set from all points of the bands career. They didn't just trot out a greatest hits set as a number of songs from the recent albums Get Ready and Waiting For The Sirens' Call all worked well with the older material.

Bernard Sumner even apologised for the rockier nature of the opening numbers from the set and promised more of the dancier numbers from the later in the proceedings.

Bassist Peter Hook was in typically belligerent mood all night as he had a running row with an overly aggressive bouncer at the front of the arena. He prowled the stage with his low-slung bass in his usual manner – he even confessed to playing Bizarre Love Triangle out of tune, but I think the crowd forgave (or weren’t ready to argue). Apart from that blip he was in fine form.

Even Bernard was in reasonably good form, granted he may not have the best of voices but it does a reasonable job and thankfully he kept the yelps and whistles down to a minimum, he even remembered the lyrics to a majority of tunes – which was a bonus.

The set closed with Perfect Kiss mutating into Blue Monday, which prompted everyone in the capacity crowd to jump out of their seats.

There was a richly deserved encore and yet another Joy Division tune on this occasion Shadowplay was given an airing. Though the bands return was delayed for a few moments. Instead of waiting for the sirens’ to call, it was more a call of nature that delayed proceedings with second guitarist Phil Cunningham lost in transit and his plight relayed to the 4000 people in the arena by Sumner – obviously nothing is sacred in this band.

It may not have been a festival, but the settings gave it that feel. New Order are certainly the perfect band for a Saturday night in a big-top, hopefully they will be back in Liverpool sometime in the near future.

England Expects

After all the hype, after all the adverts, after all the flags - the so-called golden generation, touched down in England yesterday - minus the World Cup.

The Rooney sending-off, and the penalty shoot defeat should not overshadow the fact that this side with all the talent at its disposal should not be back contemplating what might have been. The simple fact is that they have underachieved; they certainly were not hard done to, or unlucky.

At this World Cup, this side has seldom played with the skill and verve required for a team to compete at this level. Instead they played well below that level, one that belied their pre-tournament billing as one of the favourites to win the competition. Owen Hargreaves and Joe Cole aside, the players in the squad have done little to enhance their reputations in Germany.

Tiredness was trotted out as a reason for underperforming at the last few tournaments but this can be discounted on this occasion as the Premiership fixtures where rejiged at the behest of the England Coach Eriksson for the latest mission impossible, but seemingly with little effect.

This brings us to the coach Sven. Here is a man who was installed as the country’s first foreign coach, who was charged with the job of bringing something of the continental to the England side.

Bizarrely Eriksson, leaves with best competitive statistics of any England manager, though the feeling is that as of yesterday, we are no further on from the debacle that was the Kevin Keagan era of international management.

There has been something of Stalinist rewrite of history with yesterday’s papers highlighting the times he has been lucky. The Greece qualifier – with Beckham’s heroic performance trotted out as one example of his lucky streak. This is something I don’t subscribe to, as most managers have some luck down the years.

What has baffled is his lack of tactical know-how; his lack of a clear vision and seemingly the fact he didn’t seem to know what he was doing. He had the air of the Civil Servant underling promoted above his ability, but thought he could muddle through. Muddle through is what he did.

He has seemingly shackled the creative force that is England’s midfield and replaced it with a group of players playing beneath themselves and with fear. Steven Gerrard is a rampant force in a Liverpool shirt – but the timid version in the England shirt is a shadow of the Steven Gerrard that plays for Liverpool.

David Beckham must have something over Sven – maybe some photographs with Sven in uncompromising situations. This would explain the repeated selection of Beckham, despite him not justifying his shirt in the last twelve months. These days he is lacking pace and this is more apparent when Aaron Lennon replaces him on the right flank.

The selection of only four strikers for this World Cup was highlighted as a monumental disaster from the outset and was made more and more apparent over time as two of those players were carrying injuries, one was an untried youngster and the other was Peter Crouch.

The lack of a plan b and his use of substitutions have also highlighted Sven’s weaknesses further. For someone with a string of affairs to his name – he is something of a passionless creature, that certainly wouldn’t inspire in the heat of battle.

Three quarterfinal exits is not a good return, for a £4million a year salary. Goodbye and good riddance. And you’d think I gave a toss about the England side after writing all that.

Roll on the Premiership!!

I'm Lovin' It

Somewhere in London, New York, Washington or wherever the marketing types of McDonald’s hangout. There are moves a foot within this shadowy select band plotting the next PR campaign in the company’s continued domination of the fast-food market.

Meanwhile, in a small outpost, which is Walton, Liverpool the inmates have seemingly taken over the asylum. At a McDonald’s restaurant in the shadow of Walton Prison – (this fact may, or may not be significant) it is reassuring to know that all that the marketing types are plotting, is slowly being undone by a select band. Not your Morgan Spurlock – Super Size Me type – but by what can only be termed as herberts, and herberts of the highest order at that. A few months back I managed to witness their work in the flesh.

Fast food it says on the sign as you approach the tell tale golden arches, a symbol that has come to represent everything that has come to represent the crassness of Mikey D’s.

It’s approaching 11.00 on a Wednesday night. Having spent an enjoyable night at the playhouse in Liverpool and catching up with a friend who was gigging in a local pub. Feeling a little peckish and instead of my preferred option of a bag of chips, the decision is taken by the girlfriend to stop off at McDonald’s. Admittedly this is a decision that doesn’t exactly require me to be dragged kicking and screaming into the establishment, as I’m starving.

The gaff was obviously in the process of shutting down for the night and seemingly it now had been over run by an ASBO convention. It turns out that this is what passes for staff here at McDonald’s.

A herbert at the counter took our money. He was dressed in his finest shiny St Johns Market shell-suit, with no hint of a gold star in sight. The ‘have a nice day y’all’ attitude was replaced by a grunt. Eventually he dragged his knuckles over to the window to take my cash. I wasn’t too bothered if he pocketed the cash – just as long as some food turned up.

Joy upon joys, we had the choice of either a McChicken Premiere or a McChicken Premiere – which we would have to wait for while the fat bird behind the counter continued chatting to her boyfriend Wayne or whatever he was called. Finally our food arrived in its brown bag and was promptly handed over like it was a bag of radioactive dog-turd.

The food was, as you would expect. I probably would have received more nourishment from the polystyrene carton it was served in. All in all it was an experience that I certainly won't be repeating in the near future.

With the continual bombardment of McDonald’s during the World Cup, it is pleasing to see that a select band of herberts are trying to bring the organisation down from within.

So when you hear about the decline of the McDonald’s empire, it wont be activists like Morgan Spurlock or the author of Fast Food Nation, Eric Schlosser, but this select band of herberts.

Keep up the not so good work!!

An end of an era

On the day they announced Jim'll Fix It will be coming back, well sort of, with Vic Reeves presenting it.

The BBC will be axing the long running Top of The Pops next month.

I would like to say I was a devotee of the programme, one who had stayed loyal until the end, but I would have to count the number of times I have watched it in the last year on one finger. The occasion that I did watch it, I felt myself turning into my dad with each group’s appearance. 'What's this crap' would be my usual utterance.

In these days of MP3s, Ipods, downloads and CDs it is hard to believe I spent many a programme with my tape recorder - remember them - pressed against the portable television - probably a black and white one at that and taping the latest tunes of the day. I wish I still had these tapes, but these have long been binned. Sadly it’s only the memories that remain of these shows. I seem to remember getting into the Bunnymen by taping The Cutter after an appearance.

Classic moments such as the barbed Peel comments about bands he obviously didn't rate, Nirvana purposely fucking-up Smells Like Teen Spirit and Dexy's playing Jackie Wilson Says - with the Dart player Jocky Wilson's picture being used as a backdrop.

Smash Hits has gone, so too now has Top of The Pops in 2006. Another piece of my childhood disappears. Ah well!!

Roddy Frame

Friday 26th May 2006, Liverpool Academy 2

Set list: The Sea is Wide, Small World, Black Lucia, Stray, Rock Gods, Western Skies, How Men Are, The Birth of the True, Down the Dip, Hymn to Grace, Reason for Living, Bigger Brighter Better, Somewhere in my Heart, Oblivious, The Boy Wonders, We Could send letters, The Bugle Sounds Again, Over You.

Roddy Frame is another of those musicians who has undeservingly dropped off the cultural radar but is an artiste that is producing work comparable to his halcyon days.
With a new album ‘Western Skies’ to promote Frame, was back in Liverpool one of his favourite stomping grounds just one of many dates on a fairly comprehensive UK tour.

It is probably the last time for a while that the audience could probably see Roddy in this intimate acoustic setting, recent interviews have indicted that he is looking to put together a new touring band.

‘Surf’ and the latest record are records that are suited to being played in this style given the stripped down nature of the recordings. There is a healthy dose of older material played tonight as well and it is interesting to hear the older Aztec Camera material given a new lease of life in this format.

Roddy Frame stepped out to a rapturous applause, which showed no sign of abating all night. His beaming smile and his opening chat with the crowd indicated that he was up for tonight’s performance. He was playing to a partisan crowd who were up for old and new tunes in equal measure.
They even cheered the opening chord – which prompted Frame to tease the audience with a couple of bars from a Bob Dylan tune. ‘You are cheering and you don’t even know what is yet,’ he joked.

He didn’t disappoint with the choice of songs played tonight. The second song tonight was ‘Small World’ a song non-partisans would be familiar with as it is the tune for BBC’s Early Doors.

The newer stuff from ‘Western Skies’ was well received, especially ‘Rock God’ which began with Frame talking about his own heroes and Edwyn Collins who had recently visited. Frame informed the audience that he was on the mend and in good form after his brain haemorrhage last year.

The crowd were in as equally good voice as the turn they had come to see. ‘Oblivious’ ‘The Boy Wonders’ and ‘How Men Are’ were all sung with as equal aplomb by the audience as they were by the guy who had crafted them.

He finished with a number of classics from ‘Hard Land, Hard Rain’ – with ‘Down the Dip’ mutating into Dylan’s ‘It’s Alright, Ma’ with an extended section that saw Frame’s silhouette projected onto the backdrop in true rock god pose.

Tonight was something else and if he can be this good in this acoustic setting, one can only imagine how good he would be with a band behind him.

Ian McNabb

Live at the Southport Arts Centre, Friday 21st April 2006

A Friday night sojourn up the Mersey coast for Ian McNabb as his brief spring acoustic tour calls into the Southport Arts Centre – a suitable night to visit the seaside town on the year’s first spring like day.

What the venue lacked in dynamics tonight’s two-part set more than made up for the lack of rock and roll credentials of the setting. The Arts Centre is a pleasant enough venue – but probably one more suited to academic lectures and the odd amateur dramatics event.

It was a good turn out tonight for Ian. The audience was made up of the usual partisan diehards out in force, all hollering for songs from all points in McNabb’s career. McNabb more than encouraged this participatory heckling.

He seemed a little subdued at the start of the proceedings, but the longer the gig went on he came into his own. Some inspired song selection and a smattering of witty anecdotes made the first part fly by. My favourite tale was the £500 Rickenbacker guitar which is now worth £4,000 – which his Mum implores him to sell because as s says:' Your always complaining your fucking skint.’

The first set had some sort of a set list – with the second half left open to the wishes of the crowd.

One of the many highlights of the night for me was certainly ‘Fire Inside My Soul’. The evenings closer ‘Love Is A Wonderful Colour’ sounded great with the accompaniment of the audience – a tune that more than whetted the appetite for The Icicle Works forthcoming anniversary gigs in October.

The second half saw Ian getting a little bit frustrated by the lack of atmosphere in the venue. He gently goaded a majority of the crowd from their seats to fill the vast space between the seats and the stage. The crowd in turn were treated to a rock-n-roll medley, with one of the crowd who had left his seats treating the crowd to a stunning display of dad dancing.

Another great McNabb gig. As you would come to expect no one gig is like the other, hence the anticipation for McNabb’s forthcoming gigs later on in the year.

The Raconteurs

Liverpool Carling Academy, Monday 20th March 2006

Set List: Level, Intimate Secretary, Hands, Steady as She Goes, Together, This House Is Not A Motel, Store Bought Bones, Call It A Day, Yellow Sun, Broken Boy Soldier, 5 On The 5, Blue Veins, Headin’ For The Texas Border.

Tonight had the feeling of one those seminal gigs that everyone in attendance will talk about in years to come.

This is no newly fated NME hope. This is something different. Not many new bands receive the kind of rapturous applause that they did on their entrance to the Academy’s stage. No other band that have yet to release an album would see their new material applauded like old favourites. In fact most new bands would normally expect a passive crowd with arms folded in the come on entertain us stance.

Well no other band contains both Jack White and Brendan Benson – two old friends from Detroit all the way over in Liverpool for the debut for their new musical venture.

The word side-project is a word that often provokes dread. It’s a term that usually provokes fear of something woeful and self-indulgent. But that is certainly not the case with the Raconteurs.

Augmented by Patrick Keeler on drums and ‘little’ Jack Lawrence from The Greenhornes on bass - as well as Dean Fertita. It is these extra hands on deck that allows Jack White the luxury of being able to cut loose musically. In the White Stripes the onus is on White to carry the sound – tonight he can revel in fact that he has a band to help him out.

‘Level’ is a swirling psychedelic beast that opens the proceedings to the second biggest cheer of the night. The first biggest comes three songs in when White removes his leather jacket.

They aired the yet to be released new album ‘Broken Boy Soldier’ in full with the addition of new song ‘5 on the 5’ as well as a couple of covers the highlight of which was Love’s ‘A House Is Not A Motel’ – a song dedicated especially to Liverpool by Jack White - seemingly pleased that his band had chosen the city for his first live venture.

The limited release single ‘Steady as She Goes’ went down well with the capacity crowd at the Carling Academy as well as its b-side ‘Store Bought Bones’. Were again treated like old favourites.

They played for over an hour with a set of songs that are certainly in keeping with the influences of the illustrious front two. The sound has been described in some quarters as Cat Stevens meets Led Zeppelin. Benson’s pop sensibilities certainly compliment the bluesier guitar work of White.
They finish with the Flamin Groovies cover and they certainly know how to leave their crowd wanting for more.

Roll on the release of the album in May – which from tonight’s expectant audience is almost an eternity away.