The Filthy Tongues With Paul Hullah | Lola In Slacks: Audio, Glasgow – live reviewPhoto above: Full band performing the finale of “Bring on the Dancing Horses”

The Filthy Tongues with Paul Hullah | Lola in Slacks

Audio, Glasgow

21st February 2015

Louder Than War’s Gus Ironside reports back from a unique and stunning performance by Japan-based poet and writer Paul Hullah, with sterling support from Martin Metcalfe’s regular band and rising stars Lola in Slacks.

Was I really at this gig, or did I just dream it? I’m still trying to absorb and comprehend one of the most astonishing concerts I’ve ever witnessed.

Martin Metcalfe- formerly the lynchpin of Goodbye Mr McKenzie and Angelfish- recently released ‘SCENES’, a book of Metcalfe’s artwork and accompanying vinyl record/CD documenting the musical and artistic subcultures in Edinburgh from 1980-90. Metcalfe’s friend and former band mate, the poet and writer Paul Hullah, provides poetic commentaries and collaborated on the songs. With Metcalfe’s band The Filthy Tongues providing the musical accompaniment, Hullah took the spotlight for most of the evening.

But before this, the fans-only audience at this ‘secret’ gig in a tiny venue under Glasgow’s Central Station were treated to a heart-stopping performance by the support band. Louder Than War recently named Lola in Slacks as one of its top tips for 2015 and the band fully delivered on this promise, in dramatic fashion.

Stripped back to a core four-piece of Lou Reid on vocals, Brian McFie on guitar, Davy Irvin on bass and Lesley McLaren on the traps, the Glasgow band opened proceedings with the swooningly beautiful ‘Bisous du Mistral’. Eyes masked behind her trademark sunglasses, Reid captivated the seated audience with a vocal performance that combined the commanding presence of Edith Piaf with the subtle nuances of prime Marianne Faithfull. Also sporting shades, McFie played with steely restraint, evoking the masterful dynamics of Al Green’s trusty lieutenant, Teenie Hodges.

The band then launched into the glorious romantic adventurism of ‘Trocchi’s Canal’, the rhythm section of Irvin and McLaren kicking in with passion and precision, driving the enthralling swing which underpins the band’s songs. By this point it was clear that Lola in Slacks are no ordinary band. The wearily familiar pantheon of iconic male vocalists has been rendered impotent by too many Mojo front covers, so it is fitting that a visionary female singer-songwriter should be carving out a new iconography.

The Filthy Tongues With Paul Hullah | Lola In Slacks: Audio, Glasgow – live reviewLou Reid casts a powerful glamour. Her stage performance combined elements of Piaf, Patti Smith and Berlin Bowie, abetted by Iggy’s louche mic stand dramatics and Dietrich’s arresting allure. Exuding an effortless cool, the singer evokes the Noir atmospherics of Nick Cave and Jacques Brel in the songs she co-writes with McFie.

‘Luna Moth’ took the set further into dark, mysterious nights of the soul, climaxing with a filthy guitar spasm and setting up the stunningly dramatic ‘Tramlines’. Time-veiled memories glimmered through the Chandler-esque endless night of this seductively compelling ballad, which could have nestled seamlessly on side 2 of Iggy’s 1977 masterpiece, ‘The Idiot’. The band closed the set with the decadent Weimar Kabarett strut of ‘Nostalgessant’, recalling the unclassifiable brilliance of early Roxy Music.

Lola in Slacks have a debut single scheduled for a June release, which will surely propel this startlingly brilliant and original group to wider recognition. Intimate and imperious in equal measure, this is a band to fall hopelessly in love with.

By this stage in proceedings, Audio had been transformed into an analogue of St Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery, in the mid-70s- the intense melting pot where poetry, art and rock ‘n’ roll all combined to create a new form of existentially imperative music.

The Filthy Tongues With Paul Hullah | Lola In Slacks: Audio, Glasgow – live reviewLola in Slacks had perfectly primed the audience for a jaw-dropping performance by The Filthy Tongues and Paul Hullah. Opening with a compelling video montage of Metcalfe’s art exhibition, the intensity was suddenly racked up several notches when Paul Hullah took to the stage and delivered a powerful reading of his poem ‘Homing’. Hullah’s potent physicality was mesmerising as The Filthy Tongues provided a shimmering musical backdrop to a series of inspired songs, reaching a zenith on the dizzyingly gorgeous ‘I’m On Your Side, Ophelia’, featuring the striking image “tears like running diamonds in your angry slate-grey eyes.”

Metcalfe channelled Link Wray’s elemental spirit as tremulous raked chords hung in the air, while Fin Wilson conjured melodic shades of New Order with his pulsating basslines. Derek Kelly’s pounding but disciplined tribal rhythms completed the diamond-hard musical backdrop.

A surprise cover of Jefferson Airplane’s lysergic classic ‘White Rabbit’ was raw and celebratory, less bolero and more garage-punk that the original. Perhaps this was a nod to Metcalfe and Hullah’s musical starting point in their long-forgotten band, Teenage Dog Orgy.

Digging deep into his Goodbye Mr McKenzie back catalogue, Metcalfe performed the salty ‘Amsterdam’ with appropriate relish, his wide black fedora and preacher-man suit evoking Robert Mitchum’s character from ‘The Night of the Hunter’, recast in a fatalistic Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel.

A small huddle of hecklers was the sole negative in a night of dazzling peaks; at one point, Paul Hullah’s laser-eyed stare tracked in their direction and for a second I wondered if the poet was about to launch a Jean-Jacques Brunel-style assault on the braying boors. Fortunately for them, Hullah continued to channel his energy and focus into the performance and the malcontents were roundly ignored by all.

For the finale, Hullah and the Filthy Tongues were joined on stage by Lola in Slacks’s singer and guitarist for a transcendent cover of Echo and the Bunnymen’s ‘Bring on the Dancing Horses’. Metcalfe, Hullah and Reid took a verse apiece while McFie’s Jazzmaster added subtle shading to the accompaniment.

It was a beautiful, strangely moving end to a night which had left the audience enraptured. Metcalfe and Hullah will shortly be bringing this show to the writer’s adopted home of Japan. Perhaps the ‘plane fare may prove an obstacle to UK fans, but if you weren’t there, very limited edition copies of ‘SCENES’ are still available and are an essential purchase.

Hullah, Metcalfe and The Filthy Tongues have raised the bar for what is possible when rock ‘n’ roll embraces and is inspired by art and poetry, encapsulated by Patti Smith’s apposite lyric, “Dip into the sea, the sea of possibilities”.

Life in all its fraught, vexing but ultimately beautiful glory was reflected in this magnificent performance. Thank goodness for the dreamers, poets and outsiders; their vision blows the dust off the reality of our existence and compels us to slip our shackles.

“I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.” Simone de Beauvoir.


Buy SCENES here:

Isa & the Filthy Tongues on Facebook.

Paul Hullah on Facebook.

Lola in Slacks on Facebook.

Lola in Slacks’s single will be released on Stereogram Recordings on June 22nd.

All live photos by Pat McGuire,  who is on Facebook.

All words by Gus Ironside, whose Louder Than War archive is here (

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Gus Ironside is a contributor to Louder Than War, Vive le Rock magazine, PennyBlackMusic and Is This Music? Gus lives on the North Tyneside coast.


  1. Thoroughly enjoyed the evening as well, with the as mentioned heckling taking a little shine off it to be honest.
    Apart from that I found it to be a very real tor de force.
    This blog post is about the heckling.

  2. Hi Mainy
    Many thanks for your comment. I was standing at the bar next to the hecklers (3 in total, I think) and was going to intervene, but I thought it might cause more disruption to the recording. The venue appeared to have no security, unfortunately. Great wee blog post. Thanks for sharing!
    All the best

  3. Again, disappointed in a Glasgow review. Although this time, it appears that the reviewer was actually at the gig, which is an improvement on one of your other Glasgow reviews recently. However, would it be too much to ask for a little objectivity – it was a good gig; not a great gig, but the reviewer is plainly anything but neutral. To someone who wasn’t there, or who doesn’t know what this is all about, this review is a total waste of time. LTW is usually above token fanboyism…. isn’t it?

    There are plenty of good reviewers and photographers on the Glasgow scene (not volunteering myself – I am neither). You shouldn’t need to rely on starstruck fans, as they rarely bring anything to the table. Next time some fanboy contacts you and offers to do a review, say no, and get a proper reviewer in to do a proper job. Your credibility is at stake.

    • What exactly would Toby like to see from an objective review? “The band came on stage at this time and lined up with x playing y, a playing b … they opened with [song] and followed this with a setlist of [song] [song] [song]. There were lights and the band measured x decibels.”

      An objective review would be rubbish. All reviews, live ones especially, are going to be subjective. Where the reviewer was standing, their mood, who they were with, the individual crowd and their own personal tastes are all going to come into it unless you simply want a synopsis of what happened. And that’s not really what a review is at all. Music’s an emotional, subjective, entertaining thing and writing about it should reflect that.

    • Hi Toby, can you do us a favour and define what you consider to be a ‘proper’ reviewer? I’ll tell you what my experience of such an individual is. A passive/aggressive malcontent who once played mono-synth in a dreadful, tuneless combo influenced by similarly tuneless super-hip nobodies who thought they were The Fall crossed with Can. Jeremy out of Peepshow ring any bells old chap?

  4. Have a look at the Louder Than War Manifesto Toby

    12.Words are my weapons

    The writing will be informative but also emotional. I want people who are immersed in culture and want to fire you up
    with their love of it.

    Nothing there about neutrality or objectivity .

    LTW contributors are ALL Fanboys and Girls. We are Volunteers. Unpaid. We have no responsibility to give balanced, boring accounts of gigs.


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