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DJ Rashad (RIP)- We On 1 (Audio)

I have to admit the at times I have struggled with the whole ‘Footwork’ genre. Firstly, like any genre, there is figuring out exactly what constitutes Footwork. Once you get your head around the concept then there is music itself which is quite ragged, uneven and edgy. That being said it is definitely worth the time invested. I think I started with RP Boo’s Legacy album but have since expanded my listening.

One of the stars of the scene has been DJ Rashad whose 2013 album ‘Double Cup' on Hyperdub rightly won lots of plaudits. His ‘Rollin' & 'I Don’t Give A Fuck' EPs aren't half bad either. With a new four track EP 'We On 1' due for release next week on Southern Belle Recordings, this morning brings the sad news that DJ Rashad (real name Rashad Harden) has passed away in his Chicago home. Sad news indeed.

  • Track Name

    Billy Joel

  • Album

    Happy Little Bullshit Boy

  • Artist

    Blood Sausage

Blood Sausage - Billy Joel (old Audio - turn it up!)

Post-post Update: Funny that I started this post orginally with “So I got an e-mail” because I just got an e-mail from Tumblr with a “copyright infringement notification” on foot of an allegation of copyright infrigement from sent to us by Jeremy Banks (International Federation of the Phonographic Industry) as the MP3 “contained unauthorized recordings of artist(s) represented by IFPI, including but not limited to: BILLY JOEL, CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH, MICHAEL JACKSON.” How fucking ironic / idiotic! It was a song about Billy Joel Mr. Banks. I guess you probably don’t represnt the extensive & lucrative back catalagoue of Blood Sausage? Any rather than getting into a row I decided to just embed one of the many YouTube videos of the song instead.

So I got an e-mail yesterday telling me the Eyedress gig scheduled for Whelans on 1st May has been cancelled. Seems it was something to with visas: we must only want Filipino medical professionals in our country and not electropop musicians. It’s a pity on all fronts. Hopefully he can come back another time.

Anyway that means my gig-filled May has stumbled at the first hurdle but I will carry on with on 3rd May regardless. Looking over the multitude of gigs again it struck as a little ironic that I am finishing the month up, not with a music show, but rather a live ‘Podcast’. If you have never listened to ‘The Complete Guide To Everything' podcast I recommend you check it out. Each week the two 30-something New York based presenters, Tim & Tom, take a nominal topic and basically talk crap in or around it for about an hour, more often than not with very amusing consequences. I saw them “live” last year when they first visited Dublin and they are back on 31st May in the Powerscourt Theatre. I can think of a lot worse ways of spending €14 on Saturday night.

As this is a music blog I thought I would tenuously link back from the Podcast to my music collection. The current TCGTE show is about Billy Joel, who is from Tim & Tom’s neck of the woods in Long Island. Now I have never much of a fan of Mr. Joel but the podcast did remind me of a song called ‘Billy Joel’ from 1993 from an English band called Blood Sausage. They released a couple of singles / EPs on K & Wiiija Records around 1993 & 1994. The ‘Billy Joel’ song is on an eight track EP called ‘Happy Little Bullshit Boy’ which I think I bought back at the time. It is a lo-fi affair and features a charmingly entitled track called ‘Fucking A Junky Without A Condom’. I also recall seeing them play in the Baggot Inn around the same time supporting the iconic Riot Grrrl band Huggy Bear. A quick Google tells me it was nearly 21 years ago on 25th August 1993 (fuck that makes me feel old). The line-up also featured Dublin band’s Wormhole & Jam Jar Jail. I went on to see  Wormhole many times after that, especially around the time of the excellent debut album ‘Chicks Dig Scars’.

Tirzah - No Romance (Audio)

Some great singles & EPs out this week. First amongst them is the 5 track ‘No Romance' EP from Tirzah entitled on Greco-Roman. You may recall Tirzah from her excellent ‘I’m Not Dancing' collaboration with Micachu last year. Well this EP is a similar mix of off-kilter beats, loops and vocals with Mica still at the controls. Check out the video for EP track ‘Malfunction’ if you want to get a further feel for its edgy delights.

Evy Jane - Closer (Video)

So it must be at least a week since we featured a cool him / her electronic duo, so how about another one? Well today’s delight in Evy Jane who are an experimental R&B project of Vancouver-based musicians Evelyn Mason and Jeremiah Klein. The woozy ‘Closer' is their first released on Ninja Tune and is the follow-up to 2012’s much lauded ‘Sayso’. As well as Evelyn’s intense breathless vocals (reminding me of early How To Dress Well in places) and sparse beats, the music occasionally brings to mind ‘Loveless' era My Bloody Valentine with big tremolo arms type swoops. Even if you don’t agree with the comparison it still bodes well for their promised future material.

If you didn’t hear in back in 2012 check out the video for ‘Sayso;:

Also worth a listen is the track ‘Fade Away’ Evelyn did with Zoey Ockenden for a King Deluxe compilation under the alias Almadine.:

Finally if you want more how about a live video of Evelyn performing ‘Laurel… sometines’ on the floor with a loop pedal:

Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
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Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
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Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
Zoom Info
Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
Zoom Info
Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
Zoom Info
Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
Zoom Info
Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
Zoom Info
Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
Zoom Info
Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
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Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014
Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.
The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.
The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage. 
Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.
For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.
In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.
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Don’t Regret A Thing - King Khan and The Shrines, Live in Whelans, Dublin - 19th April 2014

Rather than staying at home last night and prematurely scoffing Easter Eggs, I decided relatively late in the day to venture into Whelans for a bit of Canadian / Teutonic Garage Rock Soul. And boy I am glad I did. Having really only heard their last album ‘Idle No More' and read a few articles, I wasn't completely sure what to expect from King Khan and The Shrines. After possibly the worst opening act I have ever seen (Myles Manly) anything with a bit of life in it would have done but I wasn’t expecting how much vitality could be squeezed onto Whelans’ tiny stage.

The Shrines are a multinational eight-piece band with guitars, bass, drums, percussion and a triple-threat brass section. With the larger than life King Khan out front that made it nine and with Whelans packed to rafters there was barely room to do the required amount of getting down. The mood was euphoric from the off: there is something about brass blasts that elevate the soul. And while King Khan is definitely the star of the show both keyboard player Fredovitch and in particular guitarist Till Thim deserve their own turn as a front man. Till had every rock move in the book down pat and how he didn’t hit me in the head with he frequent windmills and star jumps i will never know.

The uptempo rock songs came thick and fast, with the material off ‘Idle No More’ making up a significant proportions. By the third song Khan & Till had abandoned the stage and performed the second half of the song from the middle of the floor. This was to be repeated by most of the band at different stages of night, when the crowd wasn’t too busy dancing, surfing and generally having a blast. The King’s between song banter was great too, dedicating songs to all the fat women out there and telling stories about making manginas on stage in Texas. He also dedicated ‘So Wild’ to the late Jay Reatard and explained how Jay has once stuck a sunflower up his ass on stage.

Between the soul & the psychedelia we got the odd blast of punk-rock like on the short sharp ‘Shane McGowan’s Teeth’. On the following song (‘Heart made of Trash’?) he made us all crouch onto our hunkers before jumping up in unison, on his count, to start screaming. With more tales about self-fellatio and erect nipples the tempo, energy and brass-fueled euphoria kept going right to the end.

For the encore Fredovitch returned with a golden cow’s head on, like a punkrock minotaur. The King returned in just too-tight shorts and a cape. The music and the antics ensued for a few more songs with Khan fake strangling Fredovitch with the mic cable and miming eating Till’s heart. He even discovered he could make squalls of feedback by stuffing the mic down his shorts. Oh the horror of it all! By the end of the last song half the band where in the crowd with the girl standing beside me having been handed the bass guitar to ring some noise out of.

In all my years of going to gigs in Whelans, last night was no doubt the most fun I have ever had and the music wasn’t half bad either. All Hail the King, he is the son of a bad motherfucker.

  • Track Name

    Lipton Witch

  • Album

    Sunny Day Real Estate / Circa Survive - Split

  • Artist

    Sunny Day Real Estate

Sunny Day Real Estate - Lipton Witch (Audio)

Given I am such a big music fan I have been trying to figure out why I am totally nonplussed about Record Store Day. I mean I even walked Tower Records and a few other shops while I was in town this afternoon but didn’t even venture in. I think there are two reasons: firstly I consume all my music digitally now either bought or streamed. I have literally thousands of CDs, LPs, 7”s and even a drawer full of cassettes but there really just there for decoration now and never get played. Secondly when Records Store Day kicked off back in 2007 (I think) it felt liek most of the released were exclusives: new songs, lost tracks and other such rarities. Looking over this years extensive list it seems a huge proportions of the releases are limited edition re-pressings in coloured vinyl etc. Even when I bought physical releases it was always about getting access to the songs i didn’t, never about some nebulous rarity. I mean I have a box of coloured seven inches beside me here but those purchases were about the b-sides mostly, not about the vomit-coloured laser-etched Japanese import status.

Anyway rant over. One of the more intriguing #RSD2014 releases is a split 7” featuring Sunny Day Real Estate and Circa Survive. Now I had never heard or heard of Circa Survice until about 15 minutes ago but Sunny Day Release Estate! Who doesn’t love Diary? After much will-they / won’t-they reunion action in the late noughties and beyond the band have finally released their first new material in 14 years in the form of ‘Lipton Witch’. It is a pretty fine slab of old-school Emo before that word got co-opted and corrupted by the black eyeliner & Self-harm brigade.

  • Track Name

    Chain Of Command

  • Album

    Concrete Cassette Single

  • Artist

    Witching Waves

Witching Wave - Chain of Command (Audio)

Another day another cassette-single released from Soft Power Records. This time it is in the form of Emma Wigham and Mark Jasper, otherwise known as Witching Waves. As you can here from the two track: ‘Chain of Command’ (above) and ‘Concrete’ (embedded below) this is lo-fi / hi-concept indie rock that says a lot with just buzzing & jangling guitars, pounding drums and interwoven him / her vocals. The super limited single will only have have a hundred copies: 25 Blue & 75 Baby Pink when released on 21st April.

If those two original track whetter your appetite how about a cover a Kanye West track? Check out ‘Can’t Tell Me Nothing’ they recorded with their tour mates As Ondas. If you want to compare it to the egomaniacal original check it out here. If you’d rather see Witching Waves on their UK tour find the dates here.

Silo - Cabinn Fever (feat. High Priest and M. Sayyid) [Audio]

So I have be listening to ‘Work' the first album in 13 years by Danish noise-merchants Silo. Now I can’t admit to being too familir with Silo, who are made up of , but I had enjoyed 2001’s ‘Alloy' the one time I listened to it. Undoubtedly 'Work' is a difficult listen full of angular riffs, odd time signatures and bursts of noise.  There are a few tracks featuring guest vocals and it was 'Cabinn Fever' that really stood out for me on the first listen featuring the rapping skills of High Priest and  M. Sayyid from Anti-pop Consortium. Check out the edgy hip-hop attack above and let me know what you think. I am going to give the rest of the ablum another go to see if I can get my head around it.

Gruff Rhys - American Interior (Video)

Just when I thought no more gigs could squeeze into the month of May I find out that, as part of the Dublin Writers Festival, the one and only Gruff Rhys will be ‘In Conversation & Performance’ in Whelans on Saturday 17th May. This event is part of the promo for his ‘American Interior' is a multimedia affair project which I have written about previously. As well a producing great music I have always loved Gruff’s occasionally impenetrable Welsh accent so both aspects of the show dual show should be entertaining. Tickets are €18 / €20 via the festival website. I am already have mine, best you get some too to avoid disappointment.

Night Trap - Rough Spirit (Audio)

So I have been writing a lot about all the upcoming gigs in Dublin, and I have a lot more posts to do in this regard. But as I mentioned the other day one of the gigs I am most looking forward to is by Soft Metals in Whelans on 29th May. The promoters of this gigs, Skinny Wolves, have just announced that Soft Metals will be supported by Dublin synthtronic duo Night Trap who may be in fact making their live debut on the night.

Don’t know a whole lot about Night Trap other than they are Jill Daly & Ciaran Smith, who both frequent other bands like Crayonsmith & Terrordactyl . There is only one track online - a demo of ‘Rogue Spirit’ dating from last summer. It all sounds suitably futuristicly retro and is definitely reason to get to Whelans early on 29th. See y’all there?

  • Track Name

    You Made Me Do That

  • Album

    You Made Me Do That (Cassette Single)

  • Artist

    CRUISING

CRUISING- You Made Me Do That (Audio)

I am not sure I ever bought a Cassette Single. Even back in the pre-digital age and before I even had a CD player, I normally plumped for Vinyl over the Cassette version of albums, and always for singles & EPs. That didn’t mean I didn’t have a stack of C90s for my Walkman. But why such reminiscing? Well the small, but perfectly formed, Scottish Indie label Soft Power Records' next release will be a super limited cassette single by CRUISING on 28th April. Only 100 copies.

So if like me you are loving the filthy fucked-up fuzz of ‘You Made Me Do That’ the and are wondering who the hell CRUISING are, well I’ll let you into a bit of background: they are an all-star all-Irish cross-border fearsome foursome made up of moonlighting members of Girls Names, September Girls, Logikparty and Sea Pinks. Not sure whether the band have any other releases planned or any gigs in the pipeline, so instead I am goign to have another listen to the track via their Al Pacino featuring video cut from the movie that they named themselves after.

Early Summer Gig May-hem in Dublin


So far this year I have been to 8 gigs: The New Mendicants, Moderat, St. Vincent, Neneh Cherry, Chvrches, Nina Persson, Doom, Kurt Vile. The rest of April isn’t looking that promising for new shows but if I get a chance I might chck out King Khan and The Shrines in Whelans on Easter Saturday and / or the new configuration of Yuck in the Workamns on 30th April.

But May will be here soon and that is a different story altogether. I already have tickets purchased for 9 shows that month and there are a few more that also look worthwhile but I don’t want to overdo it. So here is The Lions Share guide to early summer gig May-hem:


Eyedress    Whelan’s (Upstairs)    Thursday 1st May (Tickets: €13)
Idris Vicuña’s brings his electropop-stylings and distinctive high-register voice to Dublin. A great way to start the month and the bank holiday weekend. It will be interesting to see if the crows is more hipster or Filipino ex-pat. If you haven’t already download Eyedress' excellent free mixtape 'Hearing Colors


    The Academy    Saturday 3rd May    (Tickets €17.35)
After some festival slots and an AlunaGeorge support last year Karen Marie Ørsted finally makes her Dublin headlining debut in support of excellent ‘No Mytholgies to Follow’ album. Based on the couple of times I’ve seen her already the 2 months deferral of the show should be worth the delay.

Fat White Family    The Workmans Club    Tuesday 6th May    (Tickets €13)

I have to admit I haven’t got a ticket for the Fat White Family show yet and have only given their debut album ‘Champagne Holocaust' a couple of listens. But based on what I have read & heard this should be worth a punt or even €13.

Dum Dum Girls & Crocodiles    Button Factory    Sat 10th May    (Tickets: €18.50)
Dee Dee Penny finally brings her Dum Dum Girls back to Dublin. This time with husband,  Brandon Welchez’s band, Crocodiles supporting. If you haven’t heard it yet check out DDGs excellent thrid album ‘Too True’.

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion    Whelans    Sunday 11th May (Tickets: €22)
The last, and only time I saw the JSBE play way supporting the Beastie Boys in the RDS in 1995. So 19 years later I have the chance to check them out in the much more intimate surroundings of Whelans with Dublin’s finest September Girls in support.

Jimi Goodwin    Whelans    Monday 12th May    (Tickets €18)
I have always has a soft spot for Doves and frontman Jumi Goodwin is a large part of that. His debut solo album ‘Odludek' is well worth a listen so an goign to be in Whelan's on 12th to see if he can cut it live.

Neutral Milk Hotel    Vicar Street    Friday 16th May    (Tickets: Sold Out)
The Neutral Milk Hotel reunion tour makes its way to Dublin on 16th May. Unfortunately it went on sale & quickly sold out while I was away so I’ll be missing out on Jeff Mangum off-kilter masterpieces.

Mutual Benefit    The Workmans Club    Mon 19th May    (Tickets: €14)
Another show I don’t have a ticket for yet but one I would be lining up for in any other month. Most recent album ‘Love’s Crushing Diamond' highlightes their alt-county stylings. If that is your things be sure to head to the Workmans Club on 19th.

Speedy Ortiz    Workmans Club    Tuesday 20th May 14    (Tickets: €13)
Like eveyone else I was completely won over by the stellar indie rock on  Massachusetts four piece Speedy Ortiz’s last album ‘Major Arcana’. Recent EP ‘Real Hair’ has only confirmed that their debut Dublin show is a must see. Support on the night comes from Dublin garage posters Squarehead.

Hospitality    Whelans    Saturday 24th May    (Tickets: €12)
I only started listening to Hospitality a couple of month back when the gig was announced. If catchy left-filed indie pop is your thing you could do a lot worse than spending your Saturday night in Whelans come the 24th. My Sad Captains support and are well worth arriving early for.

Camera Obscura    Vicar Street    Monday 26 May    (Tickets: €20)
Nobody does catchy / twee indie-po better than Camera Obscura. Last  years album ‘Desire Lines' was proof of that if needed. It is about 5 years since I last saw them plat (In Andrews Lane Theatre which was a gid venue for a while) so I am really looking forward to catching up wiht Traceyanne & Co.

Glasser    Button Factory    Tuesday 27 May    (Tickets: €15)
I didn’t really give Glasser’s s second album ‘Interiors’ the attention it deserved when it came out last year. Luckily notice of their return to Dublin gave me plenty of reason to reevaluate its subtle electronic depths.  When I saw them in Crawdaddy back in 2011 Cameron Mesirow was a superstar in the making. Hopefully the bigger stage in the Button Factory will bring this out even more. If Real Estate are more your thing the are playing Whelans the same night.

Soft Metals    Whelans (Upstairs)    Thursday 29th May    (Tickets: €10)
Arguably the gig I am most looking forward too for the month is LA based him/her electronic duo Soft Metals, who are finishing their European tour in Ireland, with their second last show upstairs in Whelan’s on 29th.

The Dudley Corporation    The Workmans Club    Saturday 31st May     (Tickets: €10)
Last, but my no means least, Dublin’s own The Dudley Corporation have a rare live outing in The Workmans Club on Saturday 31st May.

Frida Sundemo - Drawn To You (audio)

It is no secret we are big fans of quality electropop here at the Lions Share. Based on now scientific study whatsoever we would conclude that such electropop is always better if it is female fronted and Scandinavian in origin. And while Robyn is the queen of this oeuvre there are many pretenders to her thrown, not least amongst them being Gothenberg based one-time medical student Frida Sundemo. Having delighted us with last year’s Indigo EP and some one of tracks (A Million Years & For You, Love) and collaborations (Indian Summer with Rasmus Faber) she is back with a new 5 track EP entitled ‘Lit Up By Neon’ due on 5th May on Best Fit Recordings.

Of the 5 tracks on the EP two are available to check out on her Soundcloud page: ‘Hanging By a Thread’ is brooding and restrained with implied gear-shift up never quite happening, instead on the choruses the percussion drops out just leaving a swelling pad to accompany Frida’s vocals. On the hand we have ‘Drawn To You’ which is uptempo synthpop in excelsis, with an rollercoaster of builds and falls to draw you along with Frida’s yearning entreats. We can only hope the other 3 tracks are just as good.

Also worth a mention is that Frida wil be making her acting debut in ‘Kill Your Friends' later in the year. The movie is an adaption of John Niven’s satirical novel of the music industry. The book was highly enjoyable so the film should be worth a look.

GusGus - Crossfade (Audio)

After The Sugarcubes & Björk, GusGus were probably the first Icelandic band I got into, around the time of ‘Polydistortion’ (see my previous post about Hafdis Huld). Now I have at least 10 favourite Icelandic bands at any given time but I still have a soft spot for GusGus. It has been 3 years since they released their last album ‘Arabian Horse' but a new LP 'Mexico' is due on 23rd June on the ever reliable Kompakt label.

From what I can glean from the press blurb out there GusGus are now a four piece of Birgir Thorarinsson, Daníel Ágúst, Högni Egilsson and Stephan Stephensen. They describe Mexico as being infused with the same luster as their earlier work, but with the snappiness and intricate production values needed for contemporary debauchery.They sat that the album draws influence from ’80s synth pop, UK garage and ’90s trance, and, in keeping with the vocal-heavy direction of recent records, the title track is the only instrumental on the whole LP. So now you know as much as me! While you wait for June check out some of the remixes for ‘Crossfade’ that are floating around.

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