Nightingales – Southampton – live review
Southampton, The Talking Heads
3 June 2012
The site issues last week mean this to-the-point review of The Nightingales was delayed but the advice still stands; if you get the chance go and see this band live.
Now its quite possibly bad form for me to review this gig as I was co-promoter at this gig and am a kinda fan-turned-friend of the ”ËGales, having met them four times now at their gigs and having a mutual friend (deceased). But”Â¦ at least admire my honesty ”Â¦so here goes, a few facts about the Nightingales Live in 2012.
- Don’t stand at the front at a Nightingales gig and chat continuously to your friend whilst the band are sweating buckets and giving their all ”â it’s rude for starters and Mr Lloyd doesn’t like it. He will stare at you, leave the stage and approach you in a looming, threatening manner. Luckily if you happen to be of the female gender he will not punch your fucking lights out.
- Fliss Kitson is one of the most amazing drummers you are ever likely to see. She is eminently watchable. She looks like Cousin It possessed with the spirit of Keith Moon. In any photo of her in action you can just see a mass o’black hair, maybe her nose and flailing drumsticks.
- If you are what Mark E Smith calls a look-back-bore, don’t expect any old material from the 80’s, anything pre-the 2004 Return of the Nightingales. The set is mostly the new album No Love Lost, plus Kirklees Ken, a couple from Out of True maybe. This is a good thing.
- As above. This is not a nostalgia show. A throwback. A reunion. This is one of the best live bands in the UK at the moment. The review of the new album in the Quietus stressed this, pissing all over my LTW review of same in the process. It just happens to be a band made up of two 50-somethings with a long history, two twenty somethings with a lot of talent and a German of indeterminate age who plays bass extremely well.
- ÃÂ Matt Wood (young guitarist) now has a moustache and even longer hair. He is the skinniest guitarist in Britain and one of the most inventive.
- Alan Apperley (elder guitarist) is developing quite a curly grey rockabilly quiff. Him and Alan Mair from the Only Ones are very similar looking.
- Robert Lloyd will only be appreciated as the great poet that he is after he is dead. His reward will be posthumous and in heaven. This probably pisses him off greatly as he’d prefer the cash, here and now so that he could invest it in a distillery and drink the profits.
- This was a great gig. ”ËGig of the Year’ according to an old school friend from a cult-band from Salisbury formerly on the Subway label. (Dave Todd from Bubblegum Splash ”â yeah I’m a name-dropper, so what, at least its only the obscurest and hippest of names”Â¦) Support acts the Flying Alexanders were blazing, angry and punk rock’n’roll ”âan under-appreciated band locally who would be loved in far-off places outside the county boundaries. Doyle and the Fourfathers were a revelation ”âextending a couple of songs into near-psychedelic improv-work-outs, bleeding onstage and singing politicised pop like Scott Walker fronting a manic Orange Juice-meets-the Bunnymen. As for Ted Chippington”Â¦ well he was Ted Chippington. Loved by the loyal few. Confusing everyone else.
- There is nothing quite like hearing a man who is old enough to know better roaring; “I was a s dry as a dead nuns cunt in the desert!”Â in song.
- Burly, mohicaned mate Keef Bubba, award-winning tattoo-artist from Winchester, anarcho punk-as-fuck dude turned to me and said mid-set; I haven’t seen a band like this since I saw the Butthole Surfers for the first time!”Â Now THAT is a compliment and testament to what a shit-kicking band the Nightingales are nowadays.
- Don’t miss the Nightingales if they play anywhere near you this year. They are on top form.