Lock Tavern, Camden Town
15th October 2015
There seems to be more than one band at the present time containing the name Mother. Keith Goldhanger has his favourite one, however they seem to be “in-between names” at the moment. This review may not mean much to anyone just yet so tuck it away for a while as he believes this will all make more sense in a few months time. Basically, we believe he’s just trying to be one of those guys laying claim to loving a band before they even exist. (Picture © Danny Jerome Brooks).
This has the potential to be the most pointless confusing article I’ve written so far, however It’ll remain in this space for someone like myself to resurrect again in future months as a reference point to where things involving these people began.
Well, for me it’s where it began.
MOTHER found themselves top of my (imaginary) “favourite band” list within 30 seconds when they were seen a couple of weeks prior to this show and even though the on line tunes (that took about four days to find) were eventually deemed “disappointing”, what was seen the first time was enough to have the name written in block capitals in the diary (OK then, scrap of paper I keep in my back pocket) to make sure the floor space I craved for in this Camden Town public house would be mine for the evening.
This is another one of those evenings when there’s no fee to be paid at the door thus rendering a throat full of ale and great company in the form of those JAJA OK people who double up at times as Moonshiner Records or as is the case this evening Moonshiner Promotions.
First up is a young man called Joe Dunn holding a loud guitar, a microphone attached to an echo box and some songs that he realises he can’t remember half way through them.
Jennifer Evans is a delight and an artist well worth catching again some time. It’s easy to be reminded of those evenings years gone by when PJ Harvey gave us a similar experience as Jennifer has done this evening in small pubs in North West London. Dressed flamboyantly in a white dress and complemented by a tall man on bass and a drummer one hardly notices – (which is how all drummers should appear unless they like to stand up every now and again) she captivates and silences what is now a busy room ready to explode with a rapturous reception as each tune ends and she prepares for the next one to begin.
Jennifer Evans is another one of those difficult ones to locate on the laptop unless you’re looking for a geography teacher in Aberdeen.
By the time MOTHER appear the room is heaving again. Bodies lurch and heads bob as tunes that remind us of those written by Television, B52’s Devo and even Blur keep our attention. Every tune is a gem. Mother are exciting, sound fab and have songs we’re already whistling on the night bus home.
So now the confusing bit.
Because there are loads of bands called Mother or Mothers and it’s near impossible to find them on the internet, this four piece will soon be changing their name. Probably to something like “Internet Explorer” knowing our luck!
They also plan to re-record (in Italy ) their current crop of tunes. All of this is very good news and the reason why we’ll be coming back next year sometime to tell you more about this act.
They’re billiant, they’ll make you dance and they’ll have you tapping your toes and make you deliriously happy with every catchy verse chorus, stop start turn of phrase. They’re a simple four piece and they all share the vocals and next year they’ll be known by another name. When the time comes to tell you about these minor details you’ll probably be wishing for at least one of us to shut the fuck up.
MOTHER – you heard them here last.
Mother on the web are here.