Heather Lynne Horton + Michael McDermott, Water Rats, London, 25th September 2017

“If you’d told me ten years ago, that I would put a song on one of my records about my kid, I would have thrown up!” was how Michael McDermott introduced his song ‘Willie Rain’, about the daughter that he and Heather Lynne Horton so obviously adore more than anything on earth, even each other; and that’s saying something, as the love and affection they have for one another is sooo evident from the way they relate to each other onstage. Continue reading “Heather Lynne Horton + Michael McDermott, Water Rats, London, 25th September 2017”

Daniel Wylie’s Cosmic Rough Riders “Scenery For Dreamers” (You Are The Cosmos, 2017)

There’s a track on this fabulously rocking album that reminds me of the day I went round to Crusty Nick’s house to get my piercings done. Before you could say abracadabra, he’d installed an Apadravya and a Prince Albert, (as a tribute to the great man, after watching the TV series Victoria), plus the obligatory nipple rings, with a length of chain connecting the two. Nick said “you’ll be the jingle jangle man when I’m finished with ya’.” He wasn’t wrong. So when Daniel Wylie asks ‘Where is the jingle jangle morning?’ on the Neil Young-meets-the-Flaming-Groovies-on-a-wild-night-out sounding ‘Jingle Jangle Morning’, I can tell him: right here, mate. Every bleeding morning there’s a jingle jangle now. Or at least there will be after I get the chain untangled from my chest hair. Continue reading “Daniel Wylie’s Cosmic Rough Riders “Scenery For Dreamers” (You Are The Cosmos, 2017)”

GospelbeacH “Another Summer of Love” (Alive Records, 2017)

The last time I saw Sid Vicious alive was in a supermarket just around the corner from his squat at New Court in Hampstead. He’d been on Top of The Pops with the Sex Pistols the day before, playing ‘Pretty Vacant’ and flashed a massive roll of fivers at me as he paid for his shopping. He said: “You’re still a fucking hippy then? When are you going to get your hair cut?” If Sid was still with us, he’d probably have said the very same thing to GospelbeacH. “Oi! Rademaker! Get yer hair cut!” Continue reading “GospelbeacH “Another Summer of Love” (Alive Records, 2017)”

Interview: GospelbeacH

GospelbeacH are the Californian band (via Tampa) who blew our socks off on their recent UK tour. Their good friend Miranda Lee Richards was their support, and both artists played together each night. What a divine bill! GospelbeacH were formed from the ashes of Beechwood Sparks, (who recently reformed for a twentieth anniversary gig out in the Mojave desert) who themselves came together after The Tyde split. They recently released their adorable second album Another Summer of Love which has been receiving love worldwide. Continue reading “Interview: GospelbeacH”

The Whiskey Charmers “The Valley” (Sweet Apple Pie, 2017)

They may not have invited the audience to lick peanut butter off their chests like Iggy Pop, but Detroit band The Whiskey Charmers hold their former neighbour in high esteem. “Clearly Iggy Pop is doing something right. It’s really inspiring to see that he is still out there performing at age 70 and still shirtless. This might be a great way to connect with our audience,” reckons singer Carrie Shepherd, suggesting that guitarist Lawrence Daversa be the first one in the band to try it out.  Continue reading “The Whiskey Charmers “The Valley” (Sweet Apple Pie, 2017)”

Heather Lynne Horton “Don’t Mess with Mrs Murphy” (At The Helm, 2017)

“When a man gives his opinion, he’s a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she’s a bitch!” so Bette Davis remarked some years ago. Thankfully things have improved since then. Not so much third wave feminism, perhaps nearer to a new wave of alt-country, Heather Lynne Horton has championed the maxim – Women are equal to everything – for just as long as Lord Hale has. Continue reading “Heather Lynne Horton “Don’t Mess with Mrs Murphy” (At The Helm, 2017)”

Rachel Baiman “Shame” (Free Dirt, 2017)

It’s been a while since Shirley and her illustrious Company castigated us (rather unjustly) for our collective inability, or flat refusal, to dance, declaring this to be a damn Shame, Shame, Shame. Anyone missing such admonishment should check out Rachel Baiman’s excellent new album. Shame may be on the agenda again, but this time the target of ire isn’t discotheque wallflowers, but the purveyors of organised religion: to be more precise, the tenets of the Church, which Baiman believes inculcate negative feelings of shame from birth onwards with concepts like Original Sin.  Continue reading “Rachel Baiman “Shame” (Free Dirt, 2017)”