OOTB 289 – 21 February 2008

Darren Thornberry, Colin Milne, Starship, Hannah O’Reilly, Johnny Pugh, Aaron Lowen Berger, Rossco Galloway (Featured Act), Yogi, Colin Donati, Nigel Ashworth (debut), Ian Petrie

Our compere, Darren Thornberry, kicks things off with ‘In Theory’ which features his trademark  soaring counter-tenor. The tentative early days of a relationship trusting nothing   do not last and the novelty cannot sustain forever, love was meant to hold us.

Colin Milne Describes these songs as cathartic, with which most musicians purging demons through song can well sympathise. The first is a song of love, I believe for an offspring, your tootsies sure they’re tiny  . Either that, or a very small woman. ‘Divorces r us’ is a stung husband talking of a predatory ex wife, and of her new prey, is it pity or envy, I can’t make my mind up.   His third starts with some fine chords before moving towards more flourish with flowing arpeggios.  This man grows with every outing: more, please.

Starship Squashee Stoddart regales with ‘Another Song.’ I’d like to print his opening gambit, but I’m not OFCOM wouldn’t allow the blasphemy. Oh, sod it… this wind today, like God farted…   Thanks Nyk. Anyway, the song is blistering hard (acoustic) rock, highlighting both Nyk’s acute awareness of how he may be perceived, and his ability to parody it: I’m a fool ’cause I don’t play by your rules.   Anarchy in the OOTB.

Hannah O’Reilly She looks at us like a schoolmistress over her specs, then goes on to sing a song called ‘Bound,’ though there’s no dodgy stuff here. Rather, an enchanting tale of love as enthrallment, in the true sense of the world. ‘Dirty Angel’ is about rising above one’s circumstances, she’s a side show freak, but this dirt angel flies,   and named after a great compliment from a punter. Throughout, Hannah mixes original lyrical themes with a beguiling and assured stage presence, and her last, ‘Strange Friend,’ is typical of this. About a conversation with a crow, it is rich with metaphors. Hannah is masterful in mixing full voice and falsetto; light finger-picking and freefall strumming; and shifts the mood between verse and chorus with ease.

Johnny Pugh Wastes no time on stage, his first is lively and earnest, you can say these words as if they were once written by your hand… but I know this song.   Johnny starts in quiet mode, but can let rip when he wants to, and with great effect. ‘On fire’ highlights Johnny’s voice as one which is naturally full of tune and tone, annoyingly so. What a beautiful mess,   he sings to ascending chords, about a love that was. The last song manages to balance a difficult topic and not sounding trite. The bruises on you face shine in this light.   He has to muster excellent control and technique to carry it off, which he does.

Aaron Lowen Berger Aaron leaves the country tomorrow, so I can say what I like, but seriously, another fine display from the mute axeman on crowd-pleaser Last Man’s Jig. Always an inspiration for learning how to play guitar that bit better, I will miss it when he’s gone.

Rossco Galloway, Featured Act Our main man begins with ‘Fish Wife’s Tale’, which summarises perfectly Rossco’s ability to blend the familiar with the fantastical with the stuff of legend. I’m hanging round in a fish wife’s tale  . Includes tonight a beautiful intro, reserved for quieter occasions, which belies the driving beat to come. A new song follows which lilts along like a cowboy blues. Although she’s seen the world, she’s barely just a woman.   We all know one of those. ‘Pick a field tonight’ is all jazz chords over indescribable, untranslatable lyrics. I’m amazed if he knows what it’s about. Following, ‘My balance has stopped working.’ Happily the guitar hasn’t, as it follows the melody with not a note to spare. Bit like a folk psalm. ‘The Willow Tree’ is self-proclaimed Rossco folk, and a lively jig at that, dance a helter, dance a skelter  , before the chorus hits with real intensity. Reminds me of the party at the start of Lord of the Rings. ‘Love songs are ten a penny these days.’ And he doesn’t lie when he sings I wrote you eleven just to throw away,   – the man has written about 90 odd songs in all. This one is slow and restful with superb lyrics. Of love: easy to imagine, but hard to describe.   His next, ‘Iona’, talks of the island of which he is most fond, a haven in times of sin and unrest. the devil took one look and cried.   ‘Jemima and James’ is a wide-screen epic of hurt and redemption. Delivered with conviction. His last is a minor departure, with a quiet boogie/funk about trying to gain citizenship. A wide eyed man in a new world, I think I’ll pop a cork, and drink a toast to old New York.   Enjoyed the whole set immensely, and kudos to a man that can play 9 songs in 30 mins (!)

Yogi ‘Can’t go on this way’ Usually berating the world, for once Yogi turns his anger on himself, with this ultimatum of a song about opportunity lost. Not a shy man.

Colin Donati I can’t decide which I like better; his fret-work or his foot-work; as he begins with a good ol’ country song, ‘Black and White’. Unlike proper country he doesn’t lose his house, his wife, or his dog. It’s more chattering monkeys   and crocodiles. Jumanji, then. Sounds a lot like that song ‘Flowers on the Wall’. ‘Shadow in Summer’ is a very successful setting of a Norman McCaig poem to music. A minimalist arrangement which is any but straightforward, combining all sorts of time signatures effectively. Raises all sorts of questions about the authorship of a piece. ‘Various Moons’ is staccato and bare. a fading sky glows emerald green   Fine picking jazz/blues.

Nigel Ashworth, debut His first time Anywhere, apparently. Don’t know, he seems far too good for that. ‘You are’ starts with him picking a melody before he’s strumming chords up and down the neck, with great hammer-ons. About a beautiful girl. Not all schmaltz, though, as on his second he sings I know there’s no such thing as perfect love.   His finger-picking accompanies I’ve got to find the right way to love you.   ‘Curiosity’ starts soft and light, with a catchy chorus All you need is curiosity  , before getting bold and angry by the end (presumably from the gross over-use of reverb on the part of the sound-desk). Still, if this is his first time, in a couple of months from now…

Ian Petrie Making the long and arduous trip from Northumberland, Ian begins with a power ballad of sorts, ‘It comes and goes’. His soaring vox describing how it ebbs and flows.   Vocal gymnastics. ‘Steal Away’ carries on the vein of memorable melodies and a cracking counter-tenor. ‘I’ll stay by you’ New single, but one which I’ve heard before and thanks to the stupidly catchy tune, instantly recognised fondly. Great to see Ian at OOTB again.

Compere: Darren Thornberry

OOTB 287 – 7 February 2008

Performers: Nelson Wright, Aaron Lowenberger, Jonny D, Fletcher, Jim Tudor, Will Tomson, Lindsay Sugden, Mike, Jim Whyte.

Nelson Wright

Nelson plays delicate and evocative café music. Just when you are wondering if it is a touch understated or not quite perfect, you realize that you have been taken in by the lyrics and can ‘see’ the situations he is describing, so I guess the songwriting and the performance must be powerful.

His first, all about seeds is nice enough, but reminds me musically somewhat too much of ‘For Emily’ by Paul Simon.

Arty French Film is the best of the lot, the sound world reminds you of sitting in a French cafe, and you can see the film scene he is describing. It is played with considerable technique, I particularly like the part-leading where he picks out a melody that stands clear of the other picked or strummed notes. Tension is built using a prolonged tonic pedal. I have to say its nice to see how this music translates from hearing it in The Listening Room unamplified (perhaps its native environment) to being miced up and enabling us to hear every note and word.

You Really Shook My Egg, usually a great crowd-pleaser this performance was slightly short on the crowd front and short of things to shake. Note to self: bring egg.

Aaron Lowenberger

Last week’s featured act returns with a short set of his instrumental loveliness. He treats us to three tunes, in three tunings!

Uneasy Feeling, well it certainly wouldn’t have been easy for me to play, at times picking bass line, melody and inner parts all distinctly and nicely weighted. Simple techniques are put to good use such as passages in 3rds with answering phrases in 6ths.

Waiting for You; Waiting for Me, is in Drop D. Aaron creates harmonic direction with ascending scales in the bass line that just keep going up and up.

The DADGAD song. This one was much faster, and was played in the tuning of its provisional title, with lots of pull-offs. The openish tuning leant it a more bluesy feel.

Jonny D

Jonny he looks like a younger version of Billy-Joe Armstrong. He starts with a cover of knockin’ on heaven’s door  , oops didn’t someone tell him its an originals only night. So onto his second, I have to say this second song was much better, he was more confident and more at ease with his own material. Jonny has a voice that is rich and warm when he sings quietly and gets progressively more emo as he increases the volume. A solid debut performance.

Catch his material at www.myspace.com/jonnydownie

Fletcher

Amazingly this is Fletcher’s debut at OOTB, they have been a number of times but never managed to land a slot. Vocally its rock all the way, with the guitar influenced by classical/Spanish music, performance-wise Ben has a stance and attitude which mesmerise the audience, not to mention a great voice, whilst Finn sits unassumingly working subtle magic on the guitar, it’s an inspired pairing.

Down By The Riverside is a dark Edinburgh tale of a girl who turns on her attacker, only to be convicted of all his murders.

Lost Boys, inspired by Nick Drake

Tyrone Sunset

Catch them at www.myspace.com/FletcherUK

Jim Tudor

What can a reviewer say about a man who buys knitwear for his iPod?

Paper Castle, I love this songwriting – its anything but formulaic. The music has both short and longer range harmonic motion, and does not have symmetrical phrasing, but naturally follows the flow of the words. The long harmonic progressions give a more classical feel and yet there are some obvious folk progression thrown in. Altogether it has poise.

The Gambler, is Jim’s first fingerpicking song! No appologies required.

A Song from the Sea, a love song written on an overnight ferry. I’d argue that it sounds more like a sea-shanty than a love song.

Overall, its all delivered with such grace and dry wit, that its easy to miss how witty and occasionally filthy the lyrics are. More bawdy ballads please!

Will Tomson

Use to be a Good Lad

Young at Heart

Pretty on the sidelines

Words are very contemporary and on the ‘Pop’ side of life, the music all four-chord tricks and derivative. I would have preferred it with a full band and a catchier performance than in an acoustic environment. The lyrics would probably carry it with a youthful audience.

Lindsay Sugden

Beyond These Walls

She’s solo tonight, but I can hear the cello, backing vocals, and glock in my head, It’s the curse of having recorded this one my very self.

Time Stands Still

I can just hear the clocks ticking, ticking, and ticking in the background

On The Wire

Odd hearing this without ‘the band’ and mixing ott effects over everything, but the test of a great song is how it stands up naked, and it stands

The sophistication of these songs and Lindsay’s guitar is striking in contrast to the average singer-songwriter. I mean the odd chord-shape is standard, but almost every one has been crafted, perhaps its natural or perhaps she searches for what she is hearing in her head, but either way it add such depth to the songs. If only I understood what any of the lyrics meant, but then it wouldn’t be the indie chic that it is.

Lindsay has a new CD out of her music (with the Storm) as recorded at Windmill Sound, you can also catch her at www.myspace.com/LindsaySugden

Mike

Mike looks like a younger brother of Jason Wringe.

Having announced that he doesn’t do subtle, he starts with a soft jazzy number that I rather liked. All nice descending chromatic moves.

His second was Funky with a capital F. This gets more and more confident as he gets into it., More nice jazzy moves.

The last is more straight-ahead rock with a slight Spanish feel.

I think the songs and playing skills are all there, confidence will come from more performances, which we will welcome.

Jim Whyte

I Found Love

About a pet or a lover: you decide (I know what I think, even if he insists its about a rabbit). Tender and affectionate. Makes you want to give Jim a big hug.

Live Feed

Insistent high chords over a pedal, oh effect when the chords finally change is amazing. Its dying for a late entry of bass and drums to relieve the tension. Sung with such intensity that the audience is transfixed.

Slow Poke

You can just hear the band, swirling guitar chords voice dark and more menacing in this one, I daresay heavily distorted guitars threatening under the chorus.

A good set with passion, sensitivity, intensity and a great range musically.

Big Jim has a voice to break hearts, I could just leave it there… it says it all really.

Compere: Nelson Wright Sound: David O’Hara Review: Daniel Davis

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COMMENT: AUTHOR: kerry (by email) DATE: 02/15/2008 02:03:29

Have several times considered playing at this event and have several times thought better of it because of picky reviews like this. I thought the ethos of this night was to provide a supportive environment for songwriters to debut new songs, but already you are telling people what accompaniments their songs ought to have and picking things to shreds like a boring musicologist. Save your visions for your own material and let people develop at their own pace. Do you really believe that your criticism is contructive and are you in a position to give it? To previous reviewers; stop with the dull comparisons and amateur musicology. Does it float your boat or not? These are the questions worth asking and answering in music, which (remember folks) is a subjective thing.

OOTB 286 – 31 January 2008

Performers: Arran Arctic, Edvard Bredok, Simon T Munro, Tim Holehouse, Aaron Lowenberger (Featured Act), Calum Carlyle, Jonny Pugh, Broken Tooth, Ross Neilson, Angus Coull

Arran Arctic (debut) It’s a freezing cold night at the Canon’s Gait, and it’s kicked off by the appropriately named Arran Arctic, who is here for the first time. He warms up the show nicely with his Tracy Chapman Jeff Buckley lilting songs. ‘These things I Write, they grab hold and don’t let go’ he sings, and not without reason. His third song takes quite an apocalyptic turn lyrically, though I found it quite musically relaxing – an interesting juxtaposition. All this, plus an amusing comedy turn with a piece of chewing gum! If you weren’t there, you missed it! http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=609875 10

Edvard Bredok next, all the way from Norway, so I’ve probably spelled his name wrong, it’s his first time here as well. He starts off with ‘I’ll Throw My Magic at Your Soul’, a nice groovy bluegrass feel, with a voice a bit like Kevin Ayers, it’s a nice hippie number. His second song, ‘Rain’ bounces along in an upbeat Donovan Leitch kind of way with more nice bluesy fingerpicking. He finishes off with a quick retune and keeps the groove going with a toe tapper called ‘Goodbye’.

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=637102 08

Simon T Munro is up next, it’s his first time here, and he starts off with a compliment and successfully gets on our good side. His first song, ‘Liquorice Lips’ is a Mike Scott meets Dylan upbeat American/Irish style folk song with plenty of sparkly guitar. Then, a very poetic song about fresh love called ‘Dance of the Summer Breeze’. He finishes with ‘Sailor, Sailor’, quipping ‘It’s about a sailor!’, it’s a nice smooth voiced folk song and I’d have liked to hear it with a few more instruments, or some backing vocals. Luckily, i might get my chance by visiting his website: http://www.myspace.com/simontmunro/ or http://www.myspace.com/simontmunro

Tim Holehouse next, another first timer. He may be the first person at OOTB to be selling 7′ singles of his music, he starts with a song called ‘Vessels That Sail in the Night’, and i find myself thinking that the song goes up and down like the waves. It’s a song about the Marie Celeste and it has six beats in the bar in the verse and ten beats per bar in the chorus! His second song, ‘A Poem About a Horse’ was dedicated to me for tipping him off about OOTB! Thanks Tim! That’s actually the first time somebody has dedicated a song to me! It has a slightly relentless beat, while still climbing over a good few highs and lows along the way. His final song’s more experimental, ‘Found Dead on the Beach’ has mainly spoken word lyrics along with Placeboesque emo guitar. Every beat and note carries weight. The audience is somewhat rapt. There’s a lovely angry indie section, there’s not enough of that these days. Listen again at: http://www.myspace.com/timholehouse

A quick break occurs during which the bar does a roaring trade, several people decide to inhale the fumes of burning plants through small paper tubes in the freezing cold, and i find out how to spell Simon T Munro’s name…

Aaron Lowenberger, Featured Act And we’re back for the featured act who’s going back to New Jersey next week so it’s a good job he’s getting to play a decent sized selection tonight. Aaron Lowenberger plays only instrumentals but he’s given all of them titles especially for tonight, which is most charming I think! Incidentally a huge number of incidental noises happen during Aaron’s set, phones, doors, scraping chairs, if a pub could have belched loudly, it would have! I thought it all added character. Anyway he begins with ‘A Break In The Clouds’, it’s a nice contemplative number, quite airy with a hint of the first breeze of autumn. His second, ‘In a Tranquil Way’ lives up to its name. Some very relaxing progressions in this one, almost like a man contemplating where to go on holiday. He explains that he started with two slow ones to give his fingers time to warm up, then launches into ‘Uneasy Feeling’, it’s a couple of gears faster and it really creates its mood, fairly through composed, like all of these pieces, it carried the listener on an uneasy journey of sorts.

His fourth song, ‘Dancing on the Head of a Pin’  has some fingerpickin’ groovy beats and harmonics. It’s a tune that almost wants to get where it’s going in a hurry, a bit like getting ready for a day out with someone you like. Fifth song (though technically it’s a tune) is ‘Catch Me if You Can’, a fingerpicking monster of a tune, it’s all over the neck! Meanwhile the bass notes conspire to take over the tune. His sixth one, ‘Waiting for You Waiting for Me’ is a happy but mournful folk instrumental which takes us on a little journey through expectations and realities. ‘How many have I got left?’ He asks, ‘hmm, a couple’, glad to hear it! Next tune is ‘Solitude’, another thinking tune with blues swirls and inquisitive dischords. He’s consistently masterful. This tune involves a reach of six frets (from the second to the seventh i think) between his thumb and pinkie! Finally, ‘The Lost Man’s Jig’, it’s a ridiculously difficult looking though composed jig with several parts and recurring themes which has everybody deedle-deedling along under their breath. Still inquisitive, still optimistic, reminds me a little of Bryan Maclean, Aaron played one section of this jig almost entirely on harmonics! I couldn’t find Aaron on the old interweb except for here: http://www.facebook.com/people/Aaron_Lowenberger/722967084 {and here (rob)… http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=564726 84 }

Calum Carlyle Next up, it’s me! I’m not going to write my own review but here’s what Rob’s written down about me: Double Decker Bus to Heaven – funk acoustic belter ‘If it’s not one thing it’s your mother’ That Weather Song – bopping little number from Melbourne whether the weather. Blues and jazz informed vox. 3rd – Brave exposed high open line, slow with drones. ‘When i saw you in the evening, rainbows in your hair’ nice open chords. http://www.myspace.com/calumcarlyle or http://www.calumsmusic.netfirms.com/

Jonny Pugh The final act of the second half, its Jonny Pugh, who’s been here once before. He starts with a loud jangly song with a hint of youthful angst. Nice to listen to, it encourages you to emote along. His voice reminds me of Graeme Mearns, which is no bad thing. His second song, ‘Nothing Less, Nothing More’, is in 3/4 time, it has smooth warm chords. ‘You’ve got to sail the rivers to get to the seas’ he sings. Dischords appear exactly where they should. His third song has truly beautiful fingerpicked chords, a bit like Dougie Maclean, it’s an atmospheric post-break-up song. Sweet guitar, bitter singing, there’s real emotion in it. http://www.myspace.com/twocarvedstones

I had to push off in the second interval so Rob’s promised to get someone else to review the third half…..

And I did it myself! (Rob)

Broken Tooth The next act brings an era to a close as the former Electric White Boy becomes Broken Tooth (shocked murmurings from the audience… a woman faints). Opens with his trademark aggressive blues singing, if hell don’t want me, gonna crawl right back to your side.   It sounds like he brought the voice back from hell with him. You don’t deserve a song,   is Tooth’s answer to the girl who dumped him. So he wrote ‘Hold Fast’ for himself, a post-break up self-help of sorts. It’s a sea shanty of a man drowning in sorrow. Evocative, it gains authenticity the more disturbed he gets. ‘Riding on the rails’ has Tooth’s heroes (Led Zep) shining through. It rocks along as he sings I mess with hobos…   Quite. This may or may not be him: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=291593 2

Ross Neilson Hmmm… nice shoes. Sorry, right, music. Ross Neilson opens with broken staccato chords on ‘Far Away Now’. His next, ‘I’ve been waiting’, which is brand new, starts falsetto. I know she’s been watching.   The mid-tempo normality hides a lyrical menace. ‘Halo’ comes with a catchy chorus. This is also hot off the press, apparently. In your minds there’s a halo.   No luck finding this guy on t’internet, sorry.

Angus Coull ‘Caribbean Dance’ is biting and twisted. Love is a disease (like MRSA), and Angus plays the desperate devotion with beautiful deadpan. This melodrama is certainly, as he puts it, better than Bathgate.   By the end, the whole orchestra on his keyboard is joining in. Great. ‘Nothing is going my way’ is a Venus fly trap as a song: vibrant and vicious. As the vitriol builds it all gets quite scary. Finishes his set and the evening with slightly happier song ‘Yes’. Or so he says. It starts like a film soundtrack and talks of giving up a girl to a better man. Quite depressing, actually. Good, though. This should be good start: http://cdbaby.com/cd/coull

OOTB 285 – 24 January 2008

Performers: Ed & Chris, John Lamb, Rob St John, Colin Milne, Lynn Sampsell, Ross Baird, Susanna, Ian Sclater, Rob Sproul-Cran, Dave O’Hara, Starship, Jim Tudor.

Apologies to ED & CHRIS, who spent nearly as much time tuning our tuneless guitars as they did playing their set. This is a very capable duo with crafty guitar interplay and a good harmony gig, but the tuning problem has them slightly off their game. OUTSKIRTS has a nice line … biding my time on the outskirts of your mind.

Where have you been all my life, JOHN LAMB? Damn, it’s good to have him back. Heads bob to the truth of NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS, CREDIT CARDS, and a class love song, SUNLIGHT ON FOREST PINE. John’s got those jazzy chords that just won’t stop.

Have I read correctly on myspace that ROB ST. JOHN is finished with gigs for the foreseeable future? Hope not. TIPPING IN is all elegant plucking. A WOODEN ROSE has my ears straining to know what this quiet singer is on about, but I know it sounds lovely. LIKE ALCHEMY speaks of leaves being drained of chlorophyll and other natural wonders. Great songs and very well received.

COLIN MILNE has made his own ‘glute’ and now plays it for us. What a treat. With such poetic and cynical lyrics, I think he must be Morrissey’s granddad or distant uncle. On the menu are weird experiences at cheap motels and dangerous lunchtime dalliances. Milne botches the third song and turns instead to Sweaty Betty  , a busty Alabama broad. Having lived in ‘Bama for 10 years, I am quite amused by this fit of stereotype. Entertaining all the way.

SQUASHEE LYNN SAMPSELL follows the glute with a bass guitar. She is joined by Chris of Ed & Chris   fame, playing guitar and singing harmony. THE ROSES is a song of bereavement. Lynn’s got a low and lovely voice, which cries out, May the beauty of the rose surround you.   Sincerely, I am touched.

FEATURED ACT: ROSS BAIRD I hear you saying the fix is in! Darren reviewing Ross? He’s sure to get a glowing report! Well, screw you ! I can’t help it, my mate and guitar legend is that good. He begins with a pair of new songs that I have not even heard yet, the second of which was finished just the day before. Ross sings, We’re still looking up to the sky with that spark in our eye, thinking, is there something else?   I detect a spiritual wondering … have to ask him about that. Ross often weaves scenes of nature and particularly islands as he serenades his past and his upbringing on Islay and Mull. These make for some of his great lines: An island’s lack of empathy is an island’s cold brutality and an island’s greatest enemy is me.   OUR BEST FRIEND, his angry   song, causes one listener to remark, That is the most beautiful angry song I’ve ever heard.   Anyhoo, Ross is a skilled guitarist, lyricist and singer, and his songs cause this writer to feel an ache, the emotion of winter, the problem of tears brimming without knowing why.

With a classical guitar and an admitted case of nerves, SUSANNA lets loose a torrent of folk songs and a very interesting vocal style. Words about shipwrecks get lost in a delicate vibrato. Second song is a cappella, nice, gutsy, and feels particularly traditional. I crave one kiss from your cold clay lips.   ATTIC, she’s alone there, memories filling up boxes and guitar chords not forming exactly as she plans. A quality showing nonetheless.

IAN SCLATER. A squashee who always manages to get in two songs. It’s a spell he casts over the compere. He plays my favourite of his songs, BACK ON THE GOOD EARTH. From a rock opera in waiting, the gorgeous line, I have written your name in the red dust of Mars/I have blown you a kiss from the moon   makes me wonder if I’m ground control or Major Tom. THIS TIME AROUND is a country song written by someone who hates country.   The result is something perhaps not quite inspired, but lyrically clever and catchy anyway.

Our humble compere ROB SPROUL-CRAN now does something I’ve never witnessed. He’s written a song while Ross was playing, and now he performs it, having had no time to pick up a guitar or give it a good sing. It’s something to do with death. I saw you cryin’ the day he died.   It’s rather tender in that Rob way. I want to hear this one again soon. Well done sir!

Soundman extraordinaire DAVID O’HARA sets up and I can’t resist starting the Radio Gaga/David O’Hara chant. I get a death stare from him and feel satisfied in my work. His Arabian Nights   standard hushes the room and is followed by a new number called Two Tunes.   It is a pleasure to see and hear him writing new stuff and getting it out there.

STARSHIP! Not the horrific 80s incarnation of Jefferson Starship, but tonight’s moniker for Nyk Stoddart. He’s in the vault with a couple of class songs he’s not played here in six months, then finishing with Another Song.   This of course used to be called Ming Mong   or something like that. I’m an idiot, I’m a fool, cause I don’t play by your rules.   No he certainly does not, and we should all be glad.

JIM TUDOR plays the first song he wrote when moving to the Burgh four months ago. It’s called PAPER CASTLE, and it’s so good. His voice is a cottony cavern. I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but it’s meant to imply depth and good tone. THE GIRL WITH A TWINKLE IN HER EYE is about a flash in the pan, a one-night stand that changed his life. He croons, The flash was nice, but the rash got out of hand.   Yikes!

OOTB 284 – 17 January 2008

Performers: Hannah O’Reilly, Susanna MacDonald, Callum Carlyle, Freeloadin Frank, Hugh Man, Tone (featured act), Ian Sclater, Ed and Chris, Dave, Johnny Pugh, Calum Haddow, Aaron Lowen Berger.

‘Twas a fine winter’s night to be venturing forth to the Canon’s Gait and many of Edinburgh’s musicians seemed to think this was true as the list filled up thick and fast. Alas, despite so many there appeared to be few willing to brave the challenge that faces the OOTB reviewer. However, for the first part I decided it was time to be a worthy citizen and give something back to the community. Ably aided and abetted by Ms Hannah O’Reilly read on to discover how our perilous journey unfolded before us (until the second break when we buggered off). I want to add at this point the disclaimer that I cannot be held responsible for any mis-quoted lyrics (you should sing more clearly), omitted or mis-quoted song titles (you should make them more obvious) or mis-spelled names (if I’ve not read them how am I supposed to know). We have also tried to be fairly honest and our mothers always told us that if you can’t say something nice then you shouldn’t say anything at all (oops, that means I shouldn’t really sing any of my songs. Ah well, hypocrisy makes life more bearable…). As a reward, we were given the first slot to share, and, delightfully compered by Mr Daniel Davis,

Hannah O’Reilly

Hannah took to the stage. Her first offering was Foolish   in which she sang that she was ‘foolishly fooled by you again’ to a descending strummed riff in an open tuning. This was a song which showed off the more gentle and delicate side to Hannah’s voice and though she claimed that she should have warmed up with a different song the audience was suitably wowed. Then, after a minor coughing fit and a brief snippet from her latest song about not being able to write a song (‘I hate this song, I hate this song, I hate this song…’ I think the lyrics were), she launched into Faith  . This song had a mixture of picking and strumming on her guitar and she sang of ‘Faith: the final frontier’. A very strong and laid-back performance set the evening off to a great start.

Next it was me and you’ll have to get that write-up off Rob…

Susanna MacDonald I thought she said her first was called ‘Buddha the Cyborg’, and I’m more than a little disappointed to realise it’s called ‘Buddha on the Sideboard’. Let’s face it; it would have to be pretty good to trump my expectations of Dalai Lama/Bishop from Aliens   as song. As it happens, Susanna more than makes up for it with an engaging tale of domestic strife, details beautifully picked out with sustained 2nds and 6ths, broken by staccato accents. ‘To the critics’ makes my seat a difficult one to occupy as Susanna rails against all those who presume to comment and advise on matters they have little knowledge of. It is acerbic and powerful, and despite perhaps forwarding the untenable position of a performer whose work is only scrutinised by the knowing few, I rather enjoyed it. Back to Susanna…

I was followed by Callum Carlyle who promised a set of ‘frantic songs that I don’t usually play’. He made no apology for ancient strings as he was confident he could ‘make them sound beautiful’. We weren’t so sure however, but his sheer exuberance and energy he put into playing made up for it. He started with I Have Faith In You   with funky strumming and very positive lyrics, which makes a great change from a lot of songwriters (I put my hands up in shame). This had thigh-slapping and bopping from the audience. Next it was a song called Brief Ray of Sunshine  , a song 15 years old that has ‘never really been taken out of the box’. There were a lot of rhythm changes in this one and jumps from riff-changes to strumming and it did feel a little under-rehearsed as to make songs like this flow properly you really need to have confidence in the changes (again hands up as my second offering was much the same tonight). I couldn’t really hear the lyrics properly as they came thick and fast, but again it was a very optimistic offering about an ‘ideal woman’ seen in the moonlight. Finally Callum gave us Superglue  , a song with very heavy strumming of power chords and more than a little reminiscent of Placebo. Though for sheer exuberance give the man a prize…

Ah, now to the next performer and a veteran at OOTB, a man who really needs no introduction and whose musical style is an experience: Mr Freeloading Frank. His first is a ‘serious song’, qualified by an open tuning and finger-picking. He has trouble knowing which way is up and down. A ‘rich man sitting at his desk… don’t care about the rest’ as he Frank delves investigates the implications of investing in the weapons trade. This is the more reflective, sombre side of Frank and the open tuning gave and Indian twinge to the bridge passage. Where was the sitar? To move things on quickly Frank swapped his guitar and told us about a public health meeting on Monday to legalise cannabis. He then started what can be best described as a ‘ditty’ entitled Cannabis is very good for you  . Stacked full of witty catchy rhymes this had the audience positively chortling as he told us it was good for ‘you and you and you and you and you and you and you…’, apparently written to prove he can write more serious songs. He then had to loosen his wrist after all the finger-picking to start a love song with country-esque strumming which imagined what would happen if he were a number of professions, with the most memorable for me being ‘If I was a priest I’d tell everyone what you said in confession’. Frank is a very clever lyricist and enjoyable for that.

Then we had Hugh Man who proclaimed that when it comes to the state of the world that Sometimes I Just Don’t Get It   before launching head first into a frantic diatribe about, well, the state of the world, I suppose. He asked ‘Is there something wrong with me?’. He did seem a little nervous and I thought the song would be better conveyed if he relaxed a bit, but OOTB’s quiet audiences can be very nerve-racking for some performers (where was my hand again? Oh yes, in the air confessing to the same thing). The song finished effectively abruptly. His second song was a new one, apparently more melancholy and reaching into the ‘spiritual realms’ about a ‘war of dark and light going on and some people might not know it’. This had gentle strumming in E minor as he told us ‘Every shadow must be cast by a shining light’ and that ‘Our self respect is everything’. He was more relaxed in this one. He finished with A Little Bit of Harmony   which switched to E major and sang that ‘A little bit of harmony can take away the misery’. There were a lot of lyrics and I couldn’t catch many of them but he certainly sang as if he meant every one of them. Hugh’s songs are quite long though, which at an open mic can seem rather self-indulgent, especially as the audience are not really geared up for watching one act for a very long time (except the featured act). A competent set none-the-less.

Now we have reached our featured act for the evening, Tone. He prefers to sit and gaze up into the mic and is joined on stage for his first number by Josh on the sax. He speaks to us first in French (something about a petit champignon and that il fait chaud, I became suspicious that he had been studying a standard grade/GCSE textbook before coming to play) before assaulting into a catchy quirky picked chord riff where ‘Time flows by as in bed I lie’ and ‘the streetlights are out of sight’. Fantastic jazzy sax let us know we were in for a good half hour of music. Actually catchy, quirky and fantastic are the words I think best describe his whole set. With a gentle, almost spoken, laid-back vocal, reminiscent at times of Finlay Quay, a higher-pitched Leonard Cohen who can actually sing or, more frequently, Evan Dando and the Lemonheads he took us through almost virtuoso guitar playing with high ‘oohs’ in Too Much For The Mind   and Wildebeast  , where ‘No one speaks to you, scared of what you might do’ (and uses the ‘oohs’ to create a vocal that recalls The Lion Sleeps Tonight  ) , to Feel No Need  , where a slow melody contrasted brilliantly with a fast-paced picked guitar counter melody accompaniment reminiscent of Beethoven. Then he moved onto a new one never played in public before. His guitar had gone out of key, but that didn’t matter too much as it was quite a country song and added a honky-tonk effect. The he donned a harmonica to play Terry Nutkins  , a homage to an 80s TV star. The harmonica line sounded like Come On Sweet Caroline   before he sang ‘Like animals are to Terry Nutkins my vocation is you’ (see what I mean about quirky?). Then he returned to his virtuoso blue-grassy guitar before his final song. He asked tentatively about covers which resulted in a resounding hiss from the crowd so resolved to do another original (yay!). With an Aussie outback like ‘bong’ on the guitar he told of a rather bad relationship where ‘She played games with my aching brain, that’s why you’ve got me on the run’. And with an ‘ay’, an ‘oh’, a ‘no’ and a ‘sssh’ he ended a mighty fine set that was thoroughly enjoyed by all.

We were then presented with three ‘squashees’ as my arguments with adjectives and complaints with comparisons that comprise writing the review began to draw toward the final battle. Firstly Ian Sclater, who, aghast with no covers, told us that he’s tired of ‘being a pale imitation of Donovan’ and as most of his songs are written for a band he brought his own backing track to play along to. Ian has a good voice and he crooned to a song that can only be described here as ‘classic rock’ saying you’ve got to ‘Talk to Somebody’ (I also assume this is the song’s title) and ‘Don’t hide away’.

Then Ed and Chris came. Apparently last week was their first public performance. They sounded new and fresh and played Heart of my Existence   had possibly the best lyric I’d heard all night with ‘Existence is spread so very thin upon the rocks like moss and lichen’. These guys sing with Scottish accents, with perfect applied harmonies, two guitars and are going to be so very good very soon. They are laid back and do remind you a bit of Idlewild. Definitely keep an eye on them.

And then the last performer before the second break, Dave. Very politely thanked us for fitting him into our schedule before singing a gently picked love song. Though he said ‘Seven worlds will collide whenever I am by your side’ it was not the Crowded House song. He seemed really nervous, and sang to the mic, but still gave a very heart-felt and decent performance.

Rob again… Johnny Pugh (debut) This debutante launches into ‘Loose Ends’, a familiar tale of loss, he sings ‘Where are you when all these pieces fall into place?’ By the third verse, though, Johnny pushes it up a nocth, and the lyrics are wrenched from within, dripping with emotional rage. He has great control of dynamics on his second, called either ‘Lost without you’ or ‘Waiting for you’ (I’ll learn the title next time round) It reminds me of he whose name shall never be uttered in open mic circles (don’t know why), Damien Rice. Good stuff, though. ‘Let go’ opens as slow stadium guitar rock, and another tale of loss. Surprisingly, all this mourning wasn’t in the least bit depressing, testament to the delivery. This too gathers momentum, as he sings I let you go, and my love she turns to hate.   This may be his first OOTB, but clearly he’s done this before. Hopefully not the last time here.

Calum Haddow welcomes the many OOTB virgins in the audience with his most poptastic and accessible tunes, ‘Death to the Animals.’ What, seriously? No, everyone looks on in a state of disbelief as Calum delivers with absolute conviction such gems as tear him to bits; I’ll cheer you on  , and there’s a death stink around your head.   Nature, red and tooth and claw, sung with the ferocity of a rabid marmot. I loved it. ‘A simple plan to destroy the court(s)’ details one man’s quest against The Man as anything but a theoretical matter: we’ll suffocate them where they stand.   Powdered wigs as choking hazard, who’d have thought? This song also features the most masterful recovery of a plectrum this reviewer has ever witnessed. I don’t know what happened, but it looked like something out the Matrix. ‘First Aid’ is a personal favourite, although I’ve never seen Calum himself sing it. Behind the humour of an incompetent medic lies a harsh war song. We will both be walking out, I swear   And when Calum yells, Stand up, get up…   the impact is total.

Aaron Lowen Berger Master of the instrumental opens with a soft and mellow one. Reminds me of ‘You’ve got a friend’ but Aaron never slips into melodic cliché. His second, ‘Overdoing it’ is a funky blues that does what it says, this stuff is not easy, and Aaron clearly relishes the challenge of a piece which is difficult in so many ways. Picking, fret stretches and speed all add up to a work-out, but Aaron copes capably. Incidentally, this guy is the Featured Act in two weeks (31/01/08), so come enjoy before the boy disappears back to New Jersey forever.

Rob Sproul-Cran, Nyk Stoddart, Ian Sclater, Aaron Lowen Berger, LindsaySugden, Jym Ponter, Ghostboy, Daniel Vzeu, Ross Neilson, Eddie and Chris(debut), Aaron Wright & Alan Ross, Hannah O’Reilly.

World’s End Pi$$-Up, 10/1/08.David O’Hara, Kevin O’Rourke, Kev’s mate Sam, Bill Philip, Freeloadin’ Frank, Scott Renton, Hannah O’Reilly and her husband Ben.

Another great session from some of the finest wits in the unamplified Edinburgh drinking scene, and topics such as Beethoven, poker and Presbyterianism had the pub ringing to the throng of heartily raised voices and occasionally strong opinions. Magnificent- it must have gone on for nearly forty minutes. Some people even took their coats off. Apologies from Rob Sproul-Cran, who was strangely ‘aff the drink’.

Immediately prior to this, some of the assembled went to the Canons’ Gait for an evening of musical interruption to their drinking. Sproul-Cran was there, hosting the sesh, and even showing the massed alkies how to kickoff any such gathering, with his well known lilt, You Should Be Mine. I Stupidly referred to Rob as ‘the King of Falsetto’ at The Blue Blazer last week- which, compared to myself, is a moniker attributable to 99% of the population.

Anyway,the 3 song sets got under way with Nyk Stoddart taking to the stage in his new Pete Doherty-esque trilby. Assuming this is as far as the impression goes, and that he’s not got a harem of supermodels listening to Chas N Dave in his flat, it was with an open mind that we listened to Radiohead parody TV Leg (‘picking at scabs on my arms?!), the sparse telling-off of a pi$$ed-off lover (Don’t Try), and his current crowd-pleaser, Scarecrow Man, where he compares himself to Elmore James,and ‘brings it on home to you’. As ever, intense, but Nyk demands, and gets, the full attention of the room.

Ian Sclater also keeps the crowd watchful- I notice Ian has a distinctive’stare’ when he sings, he looks right at each member of the audience (even if to him it’s all the red blur of the Amsterdam light that currently flavours the stage!), and exhibits a real ‘up and at ’em’ approach to performing. The songs tonight, Isabella (the well-kent tale of falling in love in/with a Spanish town), Talk To Somebody (free counseling for anyone that needs it), and Emerald City (‘somebody’s making a killing out of you’, about the green zone, and exploitation within the rebuilding in Iraq) are uncomplicated, punchy, memorable singalongs.

I’d not seen Aaron Lowenberger before, but had heard a lot of good things(eg tonight he was introduced as the ‘sh!t hot’ Aaron Lowen Berger). This New Jersey Dado Prso-lookalike doesn’t disappoint, giving us an excellent Bert Jansch-y instrumental. Just the one song tonight, but he’ll be doing the featured slot on January 31st, so a real chance to show the masses what he can do looms.

One person whose abilities we know all about is Lindsay Sugden. The Publicity Officer and T-Shirt Designer gave us three that she’s playing a lot just now: that one about ‘let me see an epiphany’, Beyond These Walls,and the song that I believe is called Time Stands Still. Ably supported by Karen ‘Indigo Rose’ Austin on glock and vocals, the combination of wispy lyrics on abstract matters, the parallel existence vocal (akin to Philadelphia band Espers), and wonderfully complex tunes and structures,are a winner as usual.

Nice to see Jym Ponter back on the OOTB stage, headphones seemingly surgically removed from round his neck. Sounds like Kurt Cobain, looks like he could have been in the Jefferson Airplane, and the songs themselves are a relentless rural rollercoaster, sort of like The Band play The Sex Pistols. If Jym Ponter told you the names of his songs, he wouldn’t be Jym Ponter, but I have to say I’ve always been a fan of the manic number with the self-contradictory refrain of ‘naw, naw, naw, naw,naw, naw, na-aw, yeah’, and spiky ruminations on a 3-fronged pork. The second number was a bit more poppy, and (sorry to keep coming out with these sh*t dichotomous analogies) evoked Charles Manson impersonating Liam Gallagher. The third felt like The Mutiny On The Bounty set to music.Great stuff.

Next up was Gary ‘Ghostboy’ Riley, evincing his nihilistic ‘no working’ persona by telling us the only New Year’s Resolution he was making this year was not to make any resolutions,  and he gave us a few from his canon, starting with the very optimistic The One, which could maybe benefit from one or two more adventurous rhymes, but is definitely an upbeat, catchy number. Next up was What You Gonna Do- probably his best-known, and in my opinion, best song, and he finished with another powerful number for which Ken Loach could do the video- When We Were Young, a telling journey through childhood reveries.

Running late for his mates was Daniel Vzeu, but with the aid of a few carefully-worded texts, he was able to stick around for a double squash.Continuing to get away with his ode to a VERY young lady (featuring the oft-heard Sheriff Court line ‘I can’t believe she’s so young’), his first song is typical Vzeu, featuring jazzy runs on the guitar,tonsil-threateningly powerful vocal, and a pithy, swaggering lyric about this over-active love life. A different angle at the ’17’ concept from Janis Ian’s, you might say. The second number, which he was easily persuaded to stick around for, was a funkier number, largely about how enjoyable it is for he and his lady to ‘spend all day in bed with nothing on’…

I [Scott Renton] then won the raffle, for the first time. Given I’ve been to well over 100 OOTBs, this is somewhat surprising. I may frame the Maltesers, rather than eat them.

Noted for having the most impressive-looking guitar on the circuit, Ross Neilson does very polished, brooding songs, through an unexpected sort of London accent, which belies his Alloa roots brilliantly. His first number(Anytime My Faith Decides?) reminded me of Urban Hymns-era Verve (or The Verve as they’d renamed themselves under duress), before moving onto a staccato, downbeat piece, for which the refrain was, I think ‘wake up!’,and finally picking up with a more gung-ho piece (Barricade Your Soul?).Ross’s songs are very professional sounding, and nicely executed; I occasionally feel a lyric which spoke more directly to the listener might be nice, but you can’t doubt the quality.

An enjoyable debut followed, from Eddie and Chris, a sort of ‘Little &Large’ combo who dealt out excellent tunes (titles I have here are Forecast, and Heart Of My Existence), which had a very engaging presence about them, perhaps akin to Snow Patrol or Kings Of Convenience, in that their specialty appeared to be quite intense romanticism, backed up with thought-provoking lyrics (‘gently swinging on her chair… tries to please me, that only makes me feel uneasy’). Definite presence about them, and we’ll be looking forward to seeing and hearing more.

Boasting the Dickensian scarf and jacket combo (quoth David O’Hara:’please sir, can I have a squashee?’), graveyard-shift fan Aaron Wright took to the stage alongside t-shirt clad, harmonica-tooting accomplice Alan Ross. Following a witty opening (‘here are some songs that don’t normally go down very well), the lads fired into a highly melodic track about ‘it’s not the tongue, it’s the heart that lies’, before heading straight into lonesome, and not-at-all-crowded, wild west territory with the sort of cowboy number that you could easily imagine Kris Kristofferson singing, with a soaring moothie over the top. ‘I was a young man when I Left your home’, meanwhile, was typical Aaron, with the dynamics in all the Wright places.

Squashing in for a quick last one was songstress turned tradeswoman Hannah O’Reilly. We know what to expect from Hannah, and Adam and Eve was delivered with the usual heap of sass (‘Adam always seems like a pu$$y tome!’) and confidence. Nice, unexpected end to the night.

Compere: Rob Sproul-Cran Sound: David O’Hara Review: Scott Renton

OOTB 282 January 3rd 2008

Darren Thornberry, Ian Sclater, Nyk Stoddart, Nick Smith, Aaron Lowenberger, Carolyn Scott, Yogi, David Preston, Gavin Taylor (debut), P Gondo.

Darren Thornberry

Darren coaxes the scared child that is 2008 out from under the New Year duvet with the pleading and evocative ‘This thing I do.’ Self-described as ‘a little melancholy tune,’ its actually more gripping than that, with images of runaway trains and such striking out from lines such as ‘the brakes are shot, and so are my chances with you.’ ‘Hovering’ combines open and highly fretted notes to great effect, and as he sings ‘you hover in this room,’ I can almost see the bare shafts of light coming straight from the zinging notes. Darren’s third was also beautiful, but sabotage by my pen running out. If he plays it next week I’ll (because chances are it will be me writing the review) be extra nice about it.

Ian Sclater

‘She paints landscapes’ is highly allegorical (one assumes, with lines like ‘she wants to paint me’), but hits home with revealing admissions of ‘I’ll be her jealous lover any time.’ ‘Talk to somebody’ is a counselling session as melodic instruction , ‘Do you still hear their voice inside your head. If only all psychiatrists were this tuneful or catchy, as vigorous audience participation on the choruses attests. Ian starting the ‘Season Song’ a cappella is both brave and effective, immediately establishing him in a long tradition of folk storytellers. The pagan theme develops with the personification of our times of year as autumn cries ‘dry leaf tears’ and ‘the golden sun became a wedding ring’. He should be official troubadour to the Beltane Festival.

Nyk Stoddart

Hell yeah. If you’re not some chiselled god, go the other way , Stoddart looks frankly brilliant wearing a plastic police helmet like a skew-wif trilby as he launches into ‘Scarecrow Man’. A signature piece, he becomes the song, and you have to love someone who stands on his tiptoes to reach the high notes. ‘Misty Blue’ is quiet, driving and atmospheric, ‘fog rolls over the hills’. A bit like Sigur Ros! if Sigur Ros were anything like Nyk’s crazed bluesman onstage, and not just a soggy sack of tatties. His last actually manages to sound like the musical embodiment of going Cold Turkey. I’m not sure that’s the intention, but with lines like ‘I need to get my kicks, he said like a petulant child,’ it is an audience favourite.

Nick Splinter Smith

Continues the aural assault, with a tale of ‘Californian dream lands’ and other such drug-fuelled nightmares. Masterful changes of timbre and a 12string that’s just out of tune enough to create a phasing effect that I, for one, loved. Nick performs with energy and a real menace, looking genuinely demonic in the harsh red stage lighting. Easy Listening just soiled itself and ran home crying. ‘Let your ego’, or something along those lines, is berating and powerful , ‘the dogs of war are snapping at your heels.’ I’m not sure whose heels, but this is almost Wildman-reggae, and pretty entertaining. Finishes with a harmonica blues, in which Nick’s subject is ‘wondering the best friend to hit for a loan.’ And when he let’s rip! ‘A Night on the Bare Mountain’ can’t touch this guy.

Aaron ‘Lowlife Bam Burger’ Lowenberger

The Pride of New Jersey â„¢ opens with ‘Nothing to do’, a song inspired by the question, ‘What do I do without my girlfriend?’ Happily, it isn’t the musical equivalent of the obvious answer , m@sturb@tion. It’s more like ‘Wish You Were Here’, except with more foot-tapping goodness. ‘Solitude’ (man, this guy clearly does spend a lot of time on his own) Actually, that’s backed up by the shit hot guitar playing, evoking Davy Graham, with heavy dollops of John Martyn (I can see the dope haze and hear the incoherent gravel slurrings in my head), topped off with Bert Jansch finger-picking, it is executed with fearlessness and flair. ‘Lost/Last Man’s Jig’ (can’t read my own handwriting, apologies) could come straight from the Isles. It is stomping and flawless , this guy raises the bar for the evening. I want more.

Carolyn Anona Scott ‘Carried on the winds of sound’ is equal parts lyric and description for her first. Her open guitar is so resonant that I thought it was a 12 string (and was duly ridiculed for it later in the evening). ‘See You’ is driven by a fog-horn bass D drone, and has the power to dim the lights inside my head, as the lines ‘You float like smoke on the wind’ and ‘Why are you always running from me?’ transport me. It’s great to see Carolyn a bit more at Ootb again, and it has to say something that her performance overpowers the fact that any meeting with a guitar tuner may have been an unhappy one, as she sings that there are ‘stones on my shoulders the world can’t see,’ in her last of the night.

Yogi (squashee)

A typically ardent call to arms, Yogi’s songs don’t so much highlight the ills of society as beat them to bloody pulp with a rolling pin covered in spikes , ‘Take control, sanity is mine!’ Who would argue?

David Preston

His chords are open but palm muted, as he unleashes an effortlessly cement-mixer voice. He hides under a hoodie but projects to the back of the room. ‘Error 404’ is an affectionate ode of sorts to computers, expressing the frustration we are all too familiar with. It’s like Snow Patrol but way more biting and acerbic. ‘Brand New Day’ is jolly and lilting. Short and sweet, but David, now unveiled from the shadows of the hoodie, still has time to roar. Good stuff.

Gavin Taylor

Starts with fine blues that a voice and guitar that are truly cutting , the guitar for the staccato riffing, the voice for the sheer impact. When he sings that he has to ‘keep this devil from my door tonight,’ you believe him. Straying more into ballads for his second, it is a harsh and perhaps honest confession of a man at the end of his relationship tether , ‘I’m staying with you because you need me and nothing more.’ Like his first, this one displays a voice that doesn’t have to be put on , he doesn’t have to try to sound like he sings the blues, he just does. Puts some others to shame, to be honest. ‘Take it to the river’ takes it not into Al Green territory, but more country. Well, power country. I mean, more sort of ballads again , we’re not talking line dancing here, people. This may have been Gavin’s first OOTB, in which case, welcome. Otherwise, I hope we’ll see more of this.

P Gondo

The fact that he changes his name (Gondu) on the back of a typo (of sorts) says a lot about this man’s openness to styles, branding, and musical output. Never was that demonstrated so much as tonight. ‘The Medicine Girl’ kicks things off as performance poetry, which is attention grabbing to say the least. Quickly moving into Hendrix-style as guitar mimics his vocal melody. It’s all fairly obscure and one wonders if he is a fan of Nyk Stoddart. ‘Sofa’, so good. The lyrics work up a notch in terms of general weirdness and unintelligibility, with such gems as ‘basketcase on a steamboat’ and ‘I’ve got head lice’. By the time we reach Gondo’s final, I’m just scribbling question marks on my notebook, which must at least mean that its all very stimulating. The last is spoken word poetry, except that there’s an impromptu and dishevelled jam between some bongos and Gondo’s guitar going on in the background. Brave, original and nothing if not challenging. This may just be the most important stuff of the night, regardless of whether you can actually listen to it or not.

Review: Rob Sproul-Cran

OOTB 280 December 6 2007

Carolyn Scott, Ghost Boy, Paul Gladwell, Echo, Ross Neilson, Tone, Nyk Stoddart, David O’Hara.

Our review was two-fold this week, as Rob Sproul-Cran picked off the first few acts, and a brave Nyk Stoddart was inducted to the OOTB review fold after the first break. Enjoy!

Carolyn Scott
Our compere for the night kicks things off with some very fine tunes. She mixes finger-picking and strumming fluently. The fact that she doesn’t feel the need to affect any other accent than her own speaks volumes, and is extremely effective. Moving on to a tale of torn love, separated by circumstance, it is a welcome departure from the tried and tested ‘I hate you now! I got dumped!.I ran off with your brother’s friend’s cousin’s dog!’ This is trickier territory to navigate, but Carolyn manages just fine. Her final talks of ‘going home for Christmas’, but not in the saccharine, Cliff Richard style one might fear. Rather than the soft focus treatment, we get a knowing depiction of being ‘crowded by nostalgia’ and a pleasant return to familiarity, though to ‘friends I barely even know’.

Ghost Boy
‘One’ is carried by a gravely voice that gives depth to quite cheery lyrics. It all feels quite familiar, though I can’t decide whether that is a matter of originality or just tapping in to common truths. His second retains a religious undercurrent with lines such as ‘Oh Lord, let me breathe’. Nice chords prevent Ghost Boy from ‘drowning in silence’.
Actually, he needn’t worry , a mobile phone ringing displaces any threatening silence. Funny thing is, it’s his own. I would love to say that’s the first time I’ve seen that happen, but it’s not. ‘Falling Down’
is neither a Muse nor Duran Duran song, nor a Michael Douglas film, but another solemn tale from Ghost Boy! until his phone goes again.

Paul Gladwell
‘Easy Street’ derides those who take all for granted and drift through life unfulfilled as a result. It’s ‘heaven or bust’, as everything must be perfect or nothing. This is clearly from experience, and benefits from some really interesting thumb-strumming. Next, Paul takes the proverbial and turns it into a song. We start out with love as a card game, and meander through great references in a new context. The stand-out line has to be ‘you are my flour, when I’ve got no dough!’ Genius. ‘Truth or Dare’
sees Paul liberated with a plectrum, and unleashes his satire as a more biting and earnest Jarvis Coker, were it possible.

I pass now to our second reviewer for the night, Nyk (with a Y) Stoddart.

Echo
‘You Can Use It’: Of groovy hair & leather jacket, ramshackly radiance abounds with a plaintive reggae thing about the music ‘taking control’
with some fantastic dark, chordy chords with some latino influence.
‘Waiting In Vain’: is a Bob Marley cover (boo! Hiss!) with some percussive elements & a vocal which matches its naturalistic elements.
‘Better To Have Loved’: a mournful ballad about accepting pain without self-damage-which transmutes to & fro into a rocky ballad utilizing skeletal chords with some flying descending bass notes.

Ross Neilson
Despite suffering from a bad cold Ross decides to try out some new stuff.
As is sometimes the case, his vocals only seem to benefit from his temporary affliction, giving them a more gritty realistic quality. ‘Shadow In Night Falls’ has such emotive singing , with lines like ‘Lines are drawn when you decide to steal her’ & the mention of a ‘fragile tear’; it has a lilt that pleases the ear. ‘Junie Come Home’ has Neil Young-ish chordings & ‘Stereolite’ is a catchy driving song , it’s good when a song tells a story.

Tone
With what sounded like new strings there was some great fingerpicking reminiscent of Paul Simon. ‘Feels Like I Told A Lie’ has much hummage & a rippling, cascading tone flowing like a river across the desert. ‘You Don’t Want To Be Alive’ has some mellifluous rippling guitar with some melodic hootage. All the songs benefit from that melodic catchy edge that keeps an audience interested.

(Dave O’Hara takes over review for the next one[- everyone take note, this is a definite first!])

Nyk
‘Scarecrow Man’ , Heavy Strumming [cheers Dave!!] ‘Lollipop Lady’ Dedicated to Wayne Rooney. He states that its not his best set tonight – being beerful as is sometimes the case with this chap.

(Nyk returns)

Dave O’Hara
And a very good end to the evening it was too! Flaming of cap, Dave O’Hara starts with ‘Song Before The 2nd One’, which is like sunsets boiling in the desert haze of tequila evenings reflecting on distant sorrows.
‘Arabian Nights’ is a signature piece for Dave with some fantastic runs & ruminating notes while ‘Flamenco Thing’ gets the handclaps going.

Compere: Carolyn Scott
Review: Rob Sproul-Cran, Nyk Stoddart and Dave O’Hara
Sound: Malcolm McLean