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Still Corners, Kraak Gallery, Manchester 03/02/12

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I like Kraak Gallery. I have also been known to like cinematic dream pop on occasion too. So seeing Still Corners at Kraak had all the hallmarks of being a good gig.  Even if there was no Oranjeboom on sale that night.

 
The Steals (or two of The Steals anyway -  Jayn Hanna and Daniel Land) warmed the crowd up nicely on this freezing February evening with some hauntingly beautiful songs. Daniel Land is a disgustingly talented musician, and those who only know him for his bass playing for The Engineers should definitely check out his work with the Modern Painters, Riverrun and The Steals. It was a shame that there was only a smattering of people there to see them.

For Still Corners I was right near the front, something that doesn’t happen for me too often at gigs anymore. You’d think that the people who make the effort to force there way down there might either be the smallest or the ones who really want to hear the band, right?

Not tonight.

I was stood in front of the tallest man in the known universe. He was about 15ft 2 inches tall. I thought he’d found himself an equally freakish tall girlfriend as well until I realised she’d had to stack 4 chairs one on top of each other and clamber up them to even get close to him.

And then they talked. They talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked over every song. And it wasn’t like they were talking about anything important. At one point girlfriend asked 17 foot boyfriend what his favourite Beatles song is. Well, not so much asked as bellowed it out so that anyone within a 2 mile radius of Stevenson Square would have heard her.

What. Is. Your. Favourite. Beatles. Song.

FUCK OFF.

Still Corners endeared themselves  to the crowd by revealing that Manchester is Texan Greg Hughes favourite city. It is not Still Corners singer Tessa Murray’s favourite city, but then again it’s not my favourite city either and I live here, so I’ll let her off.
They played most of their album ‘Creatures of an Hour’ in front of an light show of films that perfectly suited their sound. It was hard not to like it.

Unless you’re a 19ft tall man and his girlfriend. Oh well.


The Steals website

Still Corners website

Hobby’s photographs of Still Corners

 

 

Trojan Horse, Kraak Gallery, Manchester, 5th March 2011...

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How about this for a Saturday night - find a dodgy, dark back alley where a bouncer will nonchalantly kick a door open for you without saying a word so you can go and stand a room that’s slightly too hot and watch some of Manchester’s most exciting up and coming progressive bands.  And if you’re looking sniffily down your nose thinking “urrggghh Prog!  I hate all that stuff - Rick Wakeman’s fucking cape, Ian Anderson from Jethro Tull doing his one legged flute playing nonsense, rambling 35 minute bass solos” well please pull your head out from up your hipster arse.  Here we’re talking progressive in the sense of exciting, risk taking bands, not afraid to mix rock, metal, classic 70’s prog, electronica, angular guitar riffs and even elements of grunge with shouting and sweetly sung 3 part harmony vocals and clever multi-part song arrangements.
 
Anyways, I like that kind of Saturday night.  If that doesn’t quite suit you I won’t judge you but you will  have missed out on seeing Trojan Horse play to their biggest ever crowd though.  They’re not just any old band - (a bold statement this) Trojan Horse are the best progressive band in Manchester at the moment.  


You’ll find better reviews elsewhere on the web, so I won’t bore you with a set list run down.  Writing down the order songs are played in distracts from drinking booze, which you probably know is one of my other favourite pastimes apart from / in conjunction with watching brilliant new bands. Suffice to say is was a storming set, from the sing-along choruses of “Patricroft Way” to the drawn out rockiness of “Bicycle Jam”, and the epic album opener, “Mr Engels Says...” finishing things on a euphoric high.  Yo Ho and a Bottle of Rum indeed.

Go here to get the album, one of the wisest things you could do with two quid right now.

 
* Those of you disappointed by the amount of words in this review will be pleased to know I’ll be back to just drawing stupid pictures next time.