Central Moscow was a revelation during the World Cup as fans mingled and danced their way through the night in Nikolskaya, a long shopping street that runs off Red Square.
Behaviour that wouldn’t be tolerated by authorities by local people was ignored. And thousands of Muscovites came to watch and take part.
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The thrill of the new has re-energised this most peculiarly talented relic of the punk era.
Continue reading Penetration, The Garage, London
There was one band in the world I wished would re-form – The Only Ones.
Continue reading Only Ones, Rescue Rooms, Nottingham (2007)
In the 70s we had the Partridge Family, now we’ve got the Perrett Family. But that’s where the comparison ends.
The Partridges spawned cheesy heart-throb David Cassidy – later to have a life as dysfunctional as Peter Perrett’s seems to have been.
Continue reading Peter Perrett, The Garage, London
KYIV: November 2007.
“You’ll like this,” said Anya. “Shakespeare, no words. Macbeth.”
Continue reading DakhaBrakha, Corn Exchange, Brighton
Tough Thames-side town Tilbury is full of treats.
Majestic dockland windmills and cranes, two forts and . . . a mural of Frank Sinatra?
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“78 we were there,” shouts someone. These gigs, full of us 50somethings reliving their youth.
The Gang of Four are now a gang of one, plus fill-ins.
Continue reading Gang of Four, Oslo, London
A facial- fuzz-free gig in Shoreditch – that might be a 21st century first.
The beardless fans gathered after a long wait to see a legendary cult band. 35 years it’s been.
The Pop Group popped up from the West Country on their tractor (us Cardiffians know all people from Bristol drive tractors) for a free in-store run-through at the mecca of indie music.
Continue reading The Pop Group – Rough Trade, London
“He’s still sex on legs,” swears Claire. “Snake hips.”
Continue reading Alabama 3, Brixton Electric
14bis, discovered on a Brazilian sampler CD and by happy coincidence also playing during the World Cup.
Some two hours outside Rio at a Crustacean Festival.
Continue reading 14 Bis, Barra de Sao Joao
Amazing that nearly 35 years after their last gig in Cardiff, Penetration were back in town.
Amazing, too, that they’ve never really reaped the rewards for their three-minute punk singles – among the best of an era.
This was a band that took a Patti Smith song and improved it.
Continue reading Penetration, The Globe, Cardiff
Did cosmic intergalactic forces divert David Icke from a key mission? And how did Ray Davies survive the curse of Neath to prosper?
Just some of the conundrums the 2014 Laugharne Festival failed to solve.
Icke did not attend and his entourage were reportedly uncontactable. The Kinks’ genius fortunately did appear and was full of bizarre, well-observed tales from an extraordinary career.
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