Post by Jimbob on Mar 5, 2008 18:48:11 GMT
The “New Kitchen & Swimming Pool” Acoustic Tour
The Breakdowns were first on stage but most of their set was missed due to the appeal of Guinness only being sold downstairs. They sounded pretty good and I’d be happy to give them another listen sometime, I can’t say much more than that.
Eureka Machines, fronted by Chris Catalyst, were an unexpected bonus of the night. Having seen Robochrist - and been quite unmoved by the whole thing - I didn’t expect too much from EM’s, however the music turned out to be very good and Catalyst was a genuinely likeable and engaging presence on stage. Dave on guitar #2 provided steady backing and bounced some banter back and forth with Catalyst. So, not only has Catalyst played with some modern-day gods - a.k.a. Sisters of Mercy and Ginger - it seems he’s also a top bloke. Git.
Helping Ginger out with musical accompaniment was the aforementioned Chris Catalyst and Scott Wiszszkowskilowski (not his actual surname) from the US of States. They opened up with the great instrumental, The Ninns of Mourning, from Ginger’s recent release, Market Harbour. This album took a few weeks to grow on me, but grow it certainly has. I’ve been listening to (and loving) all things Ginger-related for around 15 years and did think that I’d more-or-less worked the guy out. However, this album was in the OK pile until the metaphorical penny dropped and suddenly it all made sense.
As always, an eclectic mix of tunes was thrown into the setlist melting pot, producing a noxious brew of classics, covers, b-sides and everything else in between. The crowd loved it, the only downer on the night being the annoying bunch of fecks who insisted on shout-talking throughout songs. Ginger took this snub remarkably well: “I don’t care what you lot do, you’ve already paid your money and it’s going towards a new kitchen and swimming pool at my place!” He also said it was the most surreal ‘acoustic’ gig he’d ever done, I think mainly due to the extent and randomness of the crowd-banter.
I couldn’t see fully but it appeared that Catalyst was providing some degree of percussion from a floor-mounted drum pad. Scott appeared to be having the time of his life and he certainly is a very talented player. Even so, Ginger will always naturally draw your eye while on stage because he is Mr Charisma and a great musician too.
Occasionally with solo-Ginger offerings I get the feeling that despite it being good, something’s still missing - and, no, I don’t mean the rest of The Wildhearts. Tonight, another penny seemed to drop very early on and I found myself grinning like a loon throughout - and, no, I hadn’t taken anything either. I think I found that missing piece of the jigsaw in my head. Seeing as I thought the guy was a god before, I’m not sure what status I can bestow upon him now.
Yes, this was a slightly unorthodox gig for sure, but yet another great one in the chronicles of The Man. Here is a guy still belting out some great tunes in a totally relaxed and carefree way. He doesn’t care if the night isn’t a perfectly smooth ride, it’s more important to him where the journey ends up.
A sort-of setlist in no real order (plus some random interludes and occasional verses from elsewhere);
The Ninns Of Mourning
Inside Out
There’s Only One Hell
To Love Somebody
Only Love (or was it One Love, One Life, One Girl?)
Wichita Lineman (“the best song ever written”)
My Old Friend the Blues
Dreaming In A
This Is Only A Problem
Girls Are Better Than Boys
Sky Chaser High
Lovesh*t
The Drunken Lord Of Everything
Mother City
Geordie In Wonderland
The Man Who Cheated Death
29 x The Pain
When She Comes
Bang
The Breakdowns were first on stage but most of their set was missed due to the appeal of Guinness only being sold downstairs. They sounded pretty good and I’d be happy to give them another listen sometime, I can’t say much more than that.
Eureka Machines, fronted by Chris Catalyst, were an unexpected bonus of the night. Having seen Robochrist - and been quite unmoved by the whole thing - I didn’t expect too much from EM’s, however the music turned out to be very good and Catalyst was a genuinely likeable and engaging presence on stage. Dave on guitar #2 provided steady backing and bounced some banter back and forth with Catalyst. So, not only has Catalyst played with some modern-day gods - a.k.a. Sisters of Mercy and Ginger - it seems he’s also a top bloke. Git.
Helping Ginger out with musical accompaniment was the aforementioned Chris Catalyst and Scott Wiszszkowskilowski (not his actual surname) from the US of States. They opened up with the great instrumental, The Ninns of Mourning, from Ginger’s recent release, Market Harbour. This album took a few weeks to grow on me, but grow it certainly has. I’ve been listening to (and loving) all things Ginger-related for around 15 years and did think that I’d more-or-less worked the guy out. However, this album was in the OK pile until the metaphorical penny dropped and suddenly it all made sense.
As always, an eclectic mix of tunes was thrown into the setlist melting pot, producing a noxious brew of classics, covers, b-sides and everything else in between. The crowd loved it, the only downer on the night being the annoying bunch of fecks who insisted on shout-talking throughout songs. Ginger took this snub remarkably well: “I don’t care what you lot do, you’ve already paid your money and it’s going towards a new kitchen and swimming pool at my place!” He also said it was the most surreal ‘acoustic’ gig he’d ever done, I think mainly due to the extent and randomness of the crowd-banter.
I couldn’t see fully but it appeared that Catalyst was providing some degree of percussion from a floor-mounted drum pad. Scott appeared to be having the time of his life and he certainly is a very talented player. Even so, Ginger will always naturally draw your eye while on stage because he is Mr Charisma and a great musician too.
Occasionally with solo-Ginger offerings I get the feeling that despite it being good, something’s still missing - and, no, I don’t mean the rest of The Wildhearts. Tonight, another penny seemed to drop very early on and I found myself grinning like a loon throughout - and, no, I hadn’t taken anything either. I think I found that missing piece of the jigsaw in my head. Seeing as I thought the guy was a god before, I’m not sure what status I can bestow upon him now.
Yes, this was a slightly unorthodox gig for sure, but yet another great one in the chronicles of The Man. Here is a guy still belting out some great tunes in a totally relaxed and carefree way. He doesn’t care if the night isn’t a perfectly smooth ride, it’s more important to him where the journey ends up.
A sort-of setlist in no real order (plus some random interludes and occasional verses from elsewhere);
The Ninns Of Mourning
Inside Out
There’s Only One Hell
To Love Somebody
Only Love (or was it One Love, One Life, One Girl?)
Wichita Lineman (“the best song ever written”)
My Old Friend the Blues
Dreaming In A
This Is Only A Problem
Girls Are Better Than Boys
Sky Chaser High
Lovesh*t
The Drunken Lord Of Everything
Mother City
Geordie In Wonderland
The Man Who Cheated Death
29 x The Pain
When She Comes
Bang