Mar 032016
 
I Will Survive - Photo credit Paul Coltas

I Will Survive – Priscilla Queen of the Desert – The Musical – Photo credit Paul Coltas

Duncan Harley reviews.       

In a musical tale which has achieved cult status worldwide, two drag queens and a transgender person board a battered old bus by the name of Priscilla for the road trip of a lifetime. Duncan James as Tick, Simon Green as Bernadette and Adam Bailey as Felicia don’t know it yet, but they are in for a truly transformational journey.

Accompanied by a shed load of sequins, a case of champagne and enough feather boas to bankroll Poundland, the outrageously camp trio set off into the Australian outback, leaving behind the safety of Sydney, and head in the direction of Alice Springs in search of love.

Along the way the three friends in skirts attract homophobia, red-necked ridicule, uncalled-for violence and of course rampant self-doubt. Even Priscilla suffers a breakdown and is saved by a knight in shining armour. Philip Childs as Bob the friendly mechanic arrives in the nick of time to take matters in hand and save the day.

The stage set is relatively simple. That is, of course, if you consider the manoeuvring of a full size single-decker bus around His Majesty’s stage an easy task. Priscilla pretty much fills the available space and if you look behind her, the vast expanse of the outback forms a shimmering theatrical backdrop. Indoor scenes are stark and appropriately minimalist. Costume, lighting, dance and song are where this production is at.

The term flamboyant springs to mind when describing the costumes, although in reality this might be an understatement. In fact the costumes are 98 percent outrageously both super-camp and extravagantly OTT. Around five hundred costumes are used in this production and few of them could be described as simply ordinary. And then there are those wigs!

The bus painting scene sees the company singing ‘Colour My World’ while dressed as paintbrushes primed to obliterate the words ‘Fuck off Faggots’ from Priscilla’s flank.

In the ‘Macarthur Park’ scene, a bevy of dancing divas tastefully made up as teacakes provide a delightfully sugary green accompaniment to Duncan James’ rendering of the Jimmy Webb / Richard Harris classic.

A pounding hit-parade of hot disco dance numbers such as ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’, ‘Boogie Wonderland’ and the vibrant ‘Hot Stuff’ abound, alongside a slightly obscure and curiously Bacofoil-like take on Verdi’s ‘Sempre Libera’.

As a dazzling musical extravaganza, Priscilla Queen of the Desert works splendidly well throughout, with Duncan James, Simon Green and Adam Bailey slipping effortlessly into the lead roles.

There is more than a whiff of Panto in this production, which features a splendid warm up routine delivered by Callum MacDonald as Miss Understanding; and a few surprises pop up, including a half-time Aussie Barn Dance featuring volunteers from the audience, plus a hilarious slapstick routine in which Bob’s wife Cynthia, played by Julie Yammanee, ejects ping-pong balls from the usual orifices.

Priscilla offers first class entertainment and is a definite must see. However the faint hearted may need to avert their eyes during the ping-pong scene.

Directed by Simon Philips with resident director Tracy Lane, the musical, Priscilla Queen of the Desert plays at HMT Aberdeen until Saturday March 5th.

Tickets from Aberdeen Performing Arts Tel: 01224- 641122

Words © Duncan Harley and Images © Paul Coltas

Feb 192016
 

Her Sisters giftDavid Innes reviews Her Sister’s Gift, Isabel Jackson’s debut novel.

Sunday Mail Fiction Prize winner Isabel Jackson’s debut novel is rooted in her grandparents’ experiences and developed by estimable creative skills into Her Sister’s Gift. It resonates with industrial Scotland’s working class pride, and its resilience in the face of hardships, as the twentieth century gave way to The Great War and daily struggles to survive.
Strong women and flawed but brave, hard-working men populate Her Sister’s Gift, and the author captures well the conflicts and anxieties that result from this accepted dichotomy, the engine of the novel.

Scarred emotionally by an early harrowing double tragedy, Isa Dick is an admirable heroine, who plots her own destiny, limited by the class system and gender inequalities of the time.

She is inspirational in her family circle and beyond, and is credible in finding inner strength to thwart, for the most part, the cruelties visited on her and those she learns to protect.

She is all our mothers or grandmothers. Yet those early psychological wounds never heal fully, with the obsessive protection of her own children and nagging guilt repressed since childhood, bringing their own traumas.

Where Her Sister’s Gift does fall down a little is when some passages feel over-written or over-detailed and in plot incidentals introduced, but not followed through. It would be interesting to have the effect of Isa’s out-of-the-blue religious conversion, or any outcome from the discovery of her father’s knuckleduster explored, for example. Some of the conversational exchanges too, could do with sharpening.

It’s a story well told, however, an excellent and evocative series of mini-dramas, psychological conflict and near-cinematic scenes of early twentieth century working class life. With more disciplined editing, further Isabel Jackson tales have the potential to be very worthwhile chronicles of lives and trials wherever and whenever set.

Her Sister’s Gift
Isabel Jackson
Black & White Publishing
310pp

£7.99
ISBN 978-1-78530-010-3

Feb 112016
 

By Duncan Harley

Oil Strike coverAs oil prices remain volatile and the UK government records its first losses in 40 years from North Sea oil and gas production, Aberdeen geologist Mike Shepherd has penned a classic.

An industry insider, Mike has produced a highly accessible and non-technical account of how the North Sea energy boom took shape, the ups and downs of the industry and the story of the people who made it all happen.

In the true tradition of all good writers, Mike writes about what he knows best, in this case the search for Black Gold.

While on a geological field trip to Skye in 1978, Mike had witnessed first hand the construction of the Ninian Central platform.

Fabricated in Loch Kishorn and weighing in at an impressive 601,000 tons, the concrete and steel structure was reckoned at the time to be the largest man made structure ever to be moved across the surface of the earth.

“The North Sea proved to be a new frontier for the oil companies … they had been offshore before … but never in waters quite so stormy or so deep,” writes Mike.

The huge discoveries in the Forties Field in 1970, the share price crash of Black Monday 1987, and the inevitable influence of big money are discussed in detail. The effects of taxation, international politics and equity negotiations feature alongside the human cost in terms of accidents, including of course Piper Alpha

The decline in North Sea reserves as a strategic resource for the nation comes under close scrutiny. Mike predicts that production will finally cease around 2050 after which a massive clean up operation costing around £31.5 billion will be required.

In a chapter simply titled ‘Aberdeen’, Mike looks at the social and economic effects of boom and bust on the Granite City. Infrastructure including both the airport and the harbour initially needed urgent investment to serve and secure the initial 500 or so oil-related companies who set up in the city between 1970 and 1977.

Amazingly in 1972:

“The airport was quite basic and the arrival/departure building was an old Nissan Hut. One end was the bar and the other end was the tickets and seats. The same bloke did both jobs.”

With a foreword by Diane Morgan who comments:

“Given the depth of its subject matter it is an amazingly readable book”,

this publication is essential reading both amongst those of us who strive to understand the phenomenon of oil, and also those of us who strive to extract that Black Gold.

Oil Strike North Sea (187pp) is published in hardback by Luath Press at £20

ISBN 978-1-910745-21-2

First published in the February 2016 edition of Leopard Magazine.

Feb 042016
 

Hairspray at His Majesty’s Theatre, Aberdeen – Duncan Harley reviews.

HSSETUP-2619-1Baltimore might seem an unlikely setting for a fun-filled glitzy musical romp; after all, the city today ranks amongst the top ten US cities in terms of homicides. In the racially segregated 1960s, however, events in Baltimore mirrored those in many US cities as both debate and mass protest began to challenge the racial politics of the era.

Hairspray is set firmly within that period of change, and the plot explores not only the racial and minority stereotypes of the time, but also challenges perceptions regarding acceptable body image.

Freya Sutton’s Tracy Turnblad is a big girl with a big heart and a big hairdo. Her mother Edna, played amply by Tony Maudsley, is similarly challenged in the body-size department. However with the love of a good man, in the shape of Peter Duncan’s diminutive Wilbur Turnblad, she shrugs it all off and just gets on with life. This is body politics at its best.

Following a dream sequence, clearly mirroring Martin Luther King Junior’s 1963 speeches, Tracy embarks on a musical journey which will ultimately transform the politics of segregation in her native Baltimore, and overcome deeply held prejudice.

Along the way she nabs the man of her dreams, local heart-throb Link Larkin, gets on the telly and does some jail time.

Tony Maudsley’s portrayal of Edna Turnblad is an absolute delight. Imagine if you will, a gruff voiced Fred Flintstone in drag morphing into a sparklingly sophisticated Dame Edna Everage, and you’ve got it in one. Add in a good dose of irreverent humour plus a measure of slapstick and it just gets better and better.

Peter Duncan’s confident and witty portrayal of Tracy’s dad, Wilbur, brings to mind those Donald McGill seaside postcards of old. Cast as the diminutive foil to the super-sized Edna, he brings a lifetime of experience to the production. The jokes may be corny but the man who once crossed the Irish Sea in a VW Beetle still manages to get a laugh.

Historical context references within the script pop up with alarming regularity. The 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis and an aside about Khrushchev’s shoes were clearly lost on younger audience members, but no matter, a few script changes could easily sort that out.

Alongside the politics and the humour this show is all about glitzy fast moving musical entertainment, and it is on this level that Hairspray excels. From the opening “Good Morning Baltimore” to the “You Can’t Stop the Beat” finale, Hairspray grasps the audience firmly in its hand.

The Baltimore pastiche provides a fabulous backdrop for a high-energy performance laden with toe-tapping bubblegum retro-numbers, glitzy costumes and explosive dance routines.

Following the standing ovation, an Aberdeen theatre-goer was overheard telling her friend:

“the only thing I need now is an ice-pack to cool down my hands from all that clapping.”

Praise indeed!

Directed by Paul Kerryson with choreography by Drew McOnie, Hairspray plays at HMT Aberdeen until Saturday February 6th

Tickets from Aberdeen Performing Arts Tel: 01224- 641122

Words © Duncan Harley and Images © Ellie Kurttz – UK tour cast 2015

Feb 042016
 

‘Cabaret’ At Aberdeen Arts Centre – Duncan Harley Reviews.

10_-_Lucas_Rush_as_Emcee__PhotWhen Sally meets Cliff in this toxic tale of the birthing of the thousand-year Reich, it’s obvious from the very start that the audience are in for a rough ride.

The theatre space is transformed into a seedy 1930s Berlin night-club, and to gain entry, ticket-holders have to run
the gauntlet of an aggressively authoritarian storm trooper guarding the
entrance.

Once safely inside the sanctuary of the intimate Kit Kat Club, theatre-goers can look forward to an evening of sleazily decadent entertainment, while on the streets outside the Nazi grip on Germany tightens as the Weimar Republic slowly withers.

The main action takes place within the club, where Lucas Rush as Emcee gaily struts his stuff in a delightfully menacing manner. Lucas and the Kit Kat company welcome club-goers with a powerful rendition of “Willkommen”.

“Leave your troubles outside … We have no troubles here! Here life is beautiful.”

Act one features a dozen classics, each powerfully delivered; including “Tomorrow Belongs to Me”, “Married” and of course “The Money Song”.

The second act delivers equally strong numbers, with “Kickline” by Emcee and Club Girls signalling a sea change in fortunes for the people of Europe. Indeed while Act One stresses the veiled acceptance of debauchery and the easy tolerance of diversity in pre- fascist Germany, the remainder of the action is icily shocking. Alex Wadham’s portrayal of Ernst Ludwig’s transition from easy amiability to dictatorial ferocity is truly frightening.

As the plot develops however, some cracks appear. The singing cannot be faulted nor can the musical score: the integration of audience and players within the Kit Kat Club works on a high level indeed, and in the main, the choreography works stunningly well.

This unfolding story is seen through the eyes of young American novelist Cliff Bradshaw, and is based around Christopher Isherwood’s classic 1939 novel “Goodbye to Berlin”. Traditionally a central focus is on the doomed love affair between English cabaret performer Sally Bowles, played here by Carolyn Maitland, and Cliff, played by Jonathan Vickers. Cliff has come to Berlin to finish his novel but soon finds other distractions.

In this production the sub-plot romance between James Paterson’s Herr Schultz and Sarah Shelton’s Fraulein Schneider is a much more central theme. Timed to coincide with Holocaust Memorial Day, the focus on this relationship, between a Jewish fruit-shop owner and his non-Jewish landlady, is perhaps quite forgivable. Both give a strong performance, the highlight undoubtedly being their duet “It Couldn’t Please Me More – the Pineapple Song”.

In broad terms the production succeeds and is well worth seeing. The entertainment value is there big-time and the immersive audience experience highlights the value of interactive theatre.

Directed by Derek Anderson and produced by David Adkin, Cabaret plays at the Arts Centre Theatre Aberdeen until Saturday February 6th.

Tickets from Aberdeen Performing Arts Tel: 01224- 641122

Words © Duncan Harley, Images © Darren Bell

Jan 282016
 

Kris_Kristofferson_Web_Banner3 By Brian Keely.

The last time I had seen Kris Kristofferson live was at the now demolished Capitol in Aberdeen, in 1996.
Even twenty years ago he was a veteran of the American country music scene, and now as he is approaching eighty years old he is surely in the twilight of his career.

Kristofferson is widely regarded as one of the finest songwriters in the tradition of country and popular music. His output over decades has produced some real classics among his 28 albums. 

‘Help me Make it Through the Night’, ‘Me & Bobby McGee’, ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’, and ‘For The Good Times’ are among those most well-known to the wider public.

His vast body of work, however, includes countless songs which resonate with the listener in ways which distinguish the truly great songwriter. His songs often have that unmistakable stamp of authenticity, and his universal topics of love, guilt, regret, anger, etc. are clearly written from his own personal experiences. Alcohol, drugs, women, have all featured heavily in Kristofferson’s life, and he always managed to capture the good, the bad and the ugly times in his lyrics.

It is impossible to detach the performance from the songs themselves. Kristofferson inhabits these songs, carrying them around in his soul to share with us. They tell his life story and, like all the great country songs, the words are both down-to-earth and deeply poetic at the same time. Kristofferson was an unusually ‘intellectual’ contributor to the country music scene in the early ‘sixties, having once been a postgraduate student of English Literature at Oxford University.

The way his lyrics pull into sharp focus our personal dramas and emotions surely comes from his love of Shakespeare and Hank Williams in equal measure.

On a chilly January night in Aberdeen, Kris Kristofferson took the stage unassumingly, and began his set with ‘Shipwrecked in the Eighties’, which seemed to sum up where he finds himself in the latter stages of his life. Perhaps that was the time when he felt the world was starting to pass him by.

“…The truth slowly dawns that you’re lost and alone in deep water
and you don’t even know how much longer there is to go on…”
– (Shipwrecked in the Eighties)

He is thinner and frail-looking, these days, and did indeed cut a lonely figure on stage. He is alone on stage without a band – and not even a roadie to swap his out-of-tune guitar. It was something of a mystery why he persisted playing his entire set without tuning or swapping his guitar. Even if his own hearing is not what it was, surely his tour manager could have an electronic tuner or a roadie to hand to keep things in tune.

Nevertheless, he carried on through the set, delivering raw, stripped-down versions of songs from his repertoire: Darby’s Castle, Me & Bobby McGee, Here Comes That Rainbow Again, Best of All Possible Worlds, Help Me Make It Through The Night, Casey’s Last Ride, and Nobody Wins. When he sang the title track of his 2012 album, Feeling Mortal, he is talking to the mirror and recognises his own limited time here on the planet.

“I’ve begun to soon descend
Like the sun into the sea
And I thank my lucky stars
From here to eternity
For the artist that you are
And the man you made of me…”
– (Feeling Mortal)

This reflective mood continued with From Here to Forever and Loving Her Was Easier, and somehow he invests a fresh mixture of resignation and sadness into these songs. It is as close to an autobiography as a bunch of songs sung from the heart can be. And when he then sings Billy Dee, Kristofferson seems to be talking about his tortured younger self, and how he might well have ended up.

“…He had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn’t name
Driven toward the darkness by the devils in his veins…
All around the honky-tonks, searching for a sign
Gettin’ by on gettin’ high on women, words and wine…

“Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel
Reachin’ toward the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell…”
– (Billy Dee)

The anger of his personal commitment to civil rights still comes across in They Killed Him as powerfully as when he wrote more than thirty years ago.

Jodie And The Kid is a poignant song about growing old, and how children grow up and replace their parents. This was the cue for Kristofferson’s daughter Kelly to join him on stage for

Good Love Shouldn’t Feel So Bad, Between Heaven and Here, The Pilgrim: Chapter 33, and The Wonder. Kelly is at best an average singer, and was certainly not singing with her father on merit. Their duets were under-rehearsed and their two vocal ranges didn’t really click.

Kristofferson went on to relate further autobiographical tales of the hard-drinking guitar pickin’ songwriter with Beat The Devil, Sunday Morning Coming Down, and The Silver Tongued Devil.

“I ain’t sayin’ I beat the devil,
but I drank his beer for nothing.
Then I stole his song.
And you still can hear me singin’ to the people who don’t listen,
To the things that I am sayin’, prayin’ someone’s gonna hear.”
– (Beat The Devil)

“…as I was searching from bottle to bottle
for somethin’ unfoolish to say
That silver tongued devil just
slipped from the shadows…”
– (The Silver Tongued Devil

The mood became almost unbearably sentimental with For The Good Times, but he lightened the tone when he hits a bum note (his pickin’ fingers are noticeably slower and less nimble than they once were) and shouts “Ain’t old age a bitch!” 

“Let’s just be glad we had some time to spend together
There’s no need to watch the bridges that we’re burning…”
– (For The Good Times)

The set began to draw to a close with A Moment of Forever, and Please Don’t Tell Me How The Story Ends. The latter he had originally recorded with his then wife Rita Coolidge in 1978. Although it is actually a song from the early days (1970), when Kristofferson’s own success story was just starting, it already nails that deep sense of mortality, and how fleeting are the moments in which we live.

“This could be our last good night together
We may never pass this way again.
Just let me enjoy it ’til it’s over, or forever
Please don’t tell me how the story ends.”
– (Please Don’t Tell Me How The Story Ends)

The story of the evening did end, however, with another duet, as daughter Kelly joined Kris on a truncated version of Why Me. This song feels now more than ever like Kristofferson’s last farewell. It is in the form of a prayer by a sinner, who is preparing to meet his maker, and who feels guilty for a life lived to the full.

“Why me Lord? What have I ever done
to deserve even one of the pleasures I’ve known…”
– (Why Me)

And then he was gone. The voice may be past its best and the pickin’ may be more difficult for the old fingers, but the audience at the Music Hall in Aberdeen was generous enough to cut him some slack on this occasion. He may not pass this way again, but the songs of Kris Kristofferson will be around for a very long time, and it felt like a privilege to hear them live one more time… for the good times.

Watch Steve Earle’s excellent 2008 documentary film ‘ For The Good Times – The Kris Kristofferson Story.’

Jan 282016
 

The Temperance Movement returned to a sold-out, packed, eager audience on Tuesday 19th January, their first UK show in a year or so. They’ve toured with the Stones; they’ve toured the States. They’ve released their second album and it’s No. 1 in the rock charts. And here they are at Aberdeen’s Beach Ballroom.

Are they are the heirs apparent to The Stones, The Black Crowes and possibly even Zeppelin? Suzanne Kelly thinks so. Suzanne Kelly reviews the show and album; photos by Julie Thompson.

TTM_HMV3They come from Glasgow; they come from London. They are here to stay. Here are the basics:
The Temperance Movement is Phil Campbell (vocals), Paul Sayer (guitars), Nick Fyffe (bass) and Damon Wilson (drums) and Matt White (guitar on this tour). Luke Potashnick (guitar) has left since recording the album. 

TTM’s second album White Bear is No.1 in the UK Rock charts – and that’s exactly where it should be.

It can be as much of a curse as it is a blessing if your first album is a critically-acclaimed, hit-laden debut without a bad track on it. The pressure of putting out a follow-up has proved too much for many acts; think of the Stone Roses. SR took over 5 years to make their second record; it cost Geffen fortunes, saw personnel hired and fired on the grand scale, and well… it’s not anyone’s favourite album.

If your first album was so impressive the Rolling Stones took you out on tour, then the pressure’s really on.

TTM did it. This is brilliant. They display more sheer genius and conviction as they take rock and southern rock flavours and again do unique things with power and grace.

The themes from the first album are still there; references to themes from the bible and the actual Temperance Movement are peppered throughout the lyrics and I say ‘hallelujah’ to that ( “I paid silver at the wailing wall” on Three Bulleits, “calling all believers righteous and deceivers alike” on Magnify, and a peppering of words like ‘witness’, ‘brother’, ‘genuflecting’ – for me this is a small but important thread running through their works like a label identifying their writing).

They are also referring back to other bands and songs with a just a word or two eg ‘ pretty vacant’, ‘tiny dancer’, ‘little Susie’ – paying a small homage here and there to past influences.

More importantly, the lyrics still cover themes that resonate to all their fans, loves, lost loves, bad loves, really bad loves, striving. And it’s all, to a line, beautiful and honest:

high price for wisdom, do your best until the best comes along our love is all that I am / we smile so sleekit (nice bit of Scottish dialect there btw) / death wish rambles where the shadows are long / finger my sunbeam like a dirty joke”
– on the title track, White Bear.

One of my favourite songs is A Pleasant Peace I Feel:’

“beautiful and notorious / warring factions and a pleasant peace I feel.”

TTM_HMV1All in all, I still feel that the sentiments they capture must have been written from decades of experience, not from a still young band; I don’t see where they’ve found the time to write, record, tour, and have time for experiences that lead to such insightful lyrics.

Lyrics – love them; but the music they’re set to and how they’re played is why I think we’ve really got something special in TTM, and I’m hoping that nothing will interfere with their 3rd, 4th, or 10th albums.

The opening bars of 3 Bulleits makes me think of Zeppelin’s ‘Good Times Bad Times’ and then we’re into pure southern rock honky-tonk with layers of hot guitar and vocals. The album was only recently released when TTM came to Aberdeen, but we were all singing along when they play. The production on this – on all the new material — gets a ‘hats off’ from me; it’s very well crafted.

Unlike some acts, they play this material live beautifully (as you’d expect from them), not as if they were studio act that can’t play live, like a hothouse flower that couldn’t live outside a greenhouse.

‘Get Yourself Free’ – I’m wondering if it’s the ‘70s again – I’m hearing Bad Company, Zeppelin, and CSNY type harmony. Lynyrd Skynyrd could have written this. Or Zeppelin when in one of their southern modes. But it’s pure Temperance. The instrumental section – pure class; high octane, with beats that make me think Bonzo had more than a little influence.

Don’t get me wrong; when you hear elements that make you think of the world’s greatest bands of the past in these songs, you’re never in any doubt that what’s going on here is brand new, high-voltage music that no one else is going to be able to touch for a long, long time.

Oh, just go buy it – White Bear is genius; it’s energy. ‘The Sun and Moon Roll Around’ alone’s worth the price of admission. Praise the Lord. In fact, I tell you what: If rock / southern rock is your thing, and you buy this album and can’t find at least one track to satisfy you, send your album to me and I’ll refund your money (and I’ll think you have no taste).

As an important side note, as well as picking the album up from iTunes, I’ve bought a white vinyl, White Bear LP, which takes me back to the days when albums were LP records, material things to enjoy as objects, too. It’s a sweet piece of art; it’s an elegant gatefold (get one now if you want a signed print included) including a poster, with lyrics and sleeve notes.

When someone puts something out like this, one clear message is that they care more about giving the fans something to enjoy and cherish more than they do about cutting corners to make a better profit margin – but there is nothing about this band on or off the balance sheet to indicate they’d ever cut any corners. More and more people and artists are appreciating the beauty and the sound of vinyl; expect an increase in vinyl sales and albums.

I think I’m going to order a second one, now I think on it. (Earache must be one hell of a label. I’ve worked at labels that were hell).

TTM take on Aberdeen: HMV and The Beach Ballroom

TTM_Beach3_Matt_WhiteWhen The Temperance Movement played the Lemon Tree in April 2014, I think everyone there knew they’d seen something big – something important – starting up. Their first eponymous album had taken less than a week to make [Stone Roses – take note] – and perhaps that’s the way to get the energy and immediacy down.

If you need to record vocals or a guitar solo for weeks on end, the inevitable result is that the artist will be sick to death of it – and you can’t hide that.

If you record like the Rolling Stones, by taking over a house in France, going a bit crazy and ‘just do it’, you’ll get something different, fresh and possibly even a timeless classic will be the result.

I think of the Stones and TTM in the same breath not just because I really like them both or because they toured together, but because they both make unique, classic, fresh recordings that seem to flow naturally, almost effortlessly.

Both acts produce music that’s more than the sum of their band’s impressively talented parts. A track like ‘Chinese Lanterns’ from the first TTM album could well fit onto Exile on Main Street, arguably one of the Stone’s best albums. The writing on Exile often captures flavours of raw American music and does something new, memorable with it – just like TTM does some 40 odd years later.

While we didn’t hear ‘Chinese Lanterns’ in the Beach Ballroom, it’s an elegantly simple, infectious song that stays with you, and I still remember the whole of the Lemon Tree singing it in April ’14.

The Sheepdogs, an impressive Canadian outfit opens. The audience is clearly appreciative; and the set is an enjoyable affair. Some of the songs are very powerful and infectious. Sheepdogs – harmonies; keyboard player took trombone; taken from rich American past and mined it for 2015 – much like TTM’s MO.

One particularly beautiful song – ‘Southern Dreaming’ had a particularly bright guitar sound; made me think of ‘Jessica’ and the Allman Brothers. There was another song – must find its name! – that clearly owed a good deal to Bad Company’s Feel Like Making Love’s rhythms, but with a very positive, up-head feel to it. I’d go see them again in a flash.

TheSheepdogs2

The Sheepdogs.

As an aside, it took a fair bit of self-confidence for The Temperance Movement to put The Sheepdogs on. The Sheepdogs were great, impressed the audience, and they were coming at music from a similar angle as TTM – not just the rock, but the craftsmanship, quality of playing, and the flavours.

There are many bands that wouldn’t agree to have a warm up act on tour of such quality, mining a similar vein as the main act; clearly TTM love music, love this kind of music, and are, appropriately, evangelical about promoting quality.

In an age not that long ago, some record companies would buy up and deliberately bury any act that might rival an act they were trying to promote to protect their investment. I’d like to think having Sheepdogs open for The Temperance Movement means that someone in TTM’s organisation thinks promoting other excellent music to new audiences is important and worthwhile – and is confident that nothing can touch TTM.

The Sheepdogs are Ewan Currie – Guitar and Vocals, Ryan Gullen – Bass and Backing Vocals, Sam Corbett-Drums and Backing Vocals Shamus Currie – Backing vocals and keyboards (and if I’m not wrong, tremendous trombone); find out more about them on their page.

The Temperance Movement open with ‘Three Bulleits’; everyone’s screaming. Phil’s all over the stage; never still; it’s physical theatre. Numbers from the first album appear; first of these is ‘Midnight Black’, then ‘Be Lucky’ – everyone I can see is singing along; the fact you want to sing these songs because of how they’ve been crafted is a huge part of the appeal.

We also get ‘Pride’, ‘Ain’t No Tellin’, and the beautiful ‘Smouldering’ – towards the end is a personal favourite, ‘Only Friend’ – the whole room is singing loudly; I catch as few seconds on my phone’s recorder as if I could somehow capture a powerful moment. I hope someone’s filming some of these live shows. (We get 16 or 17 songs; it must be exhausting. My only let-down is not hearing ‘Serenity’ from the first record; I love this song. But I realise they can’t play everything).

‘White Bear’ is a thunderstorm. It opens with uplifting powerful major power chords, then grows tender before reaching rising to a remarkable crescendo, falling and rising again. These guys are the heirs apparent to the best rock bands we’ve had. This quite simply, is one of the best songs anyone’s written for years and it’s on an album of other hits.

It’s a short break before the encore; I tell Julie it’s going to be a glowing review.

“Glowing Review?! It has to be a glowing review! Jesus Christ almighty – it was brilliant!” is her reply.

Believe me, that’s not exactly her standard reply. More often than not she’ll leave an act after taking the photos of the first three songs.

102_0467If this is only their second album, whatever is next? I’ll make sure I don’t miss a thing about TTM. In fact, think I’ll go check out the rest of their schedule and try to get another show or two in.

This was the band that got me back listening to music – seriously, I stopped listening to any music at all for something like a decade – didn’t buy a single thing; didn’t play music at home (long story). Safe to say, I’ve joined the Movement.

Don’t take my word for it:

“TTM are essentially a classic rock band they have an unbelievably high standard of not only being able to rock but the song craft, melody – there’s not many bands out there that can do that.

“When you listen to them on record – I was quite surprised by the new album; it’s sonically a step forward – sonic, punchier – production is fuller shall we say than the first album, but without compromising any of the song writing craft – you’ve got 11 songs – every song is excellent. It’s not easy for bands to do that. For many bands in the digital age they can’t play live – it’s all about money.” said Joe, a local drummer.

When I see him after the show, he tells me:

“They were excellent. I’m not really surprised they were that good live – but I was really really happy.”

Joe McKenzie said:

“I’ve just watched Sheepdogs; very good! Excellent! TTM never seen them live; can’t wait! Love the albums.”

Lynn Anderson commented:

“We first saw TTM at Belladrum a couple of years ago, a bit by chance really. I walked in and said, ‘yeah, this is my kind of band’.”

Her husband Nick said:

“’Hooked’ isn’t the word. As soon as we got back from that, we downloaded the first album. We downloaded the new album as soon as we could. They’re both on our playlist as favourites.”

On a personal note:

One of my stories/projects had gone far wider than I’d ever expected; for 2 ½ weeks solid I’d been doing interviews. While still managing work and other projects, I found myself scrambling over sand dunes on the Aberdeenshire coast on frozen mornings for Aljazeera and others, filming in Westminster for German TV, arguing with the notorious Bill O’Reilly at midnight, taping BBC World Service TV and radio at dawn, and skyping Australia Sky News from broom cupboards, etc.

I’m pretty sure I broke a toe, and my left shoulder is killing me, god knows why. The day TTM came to Aberdeen was my first day after the madness had ended, and I wanted to celebrate. I couldn’t have had a better night of uplifting fresh music than TTM gave us. It also was clear that the band expend as much energy in one show as I had in a fortnight.

I stumbled into HMV at the tail end of their playing/signing session and had the quickest chat with them. They’re sitting at a table, undoubtedly suffering from writers’ cramp from signing lots of autographs.

“We are happy to be in Aberdeen; the album’s going great – but you’ll have to tell us really.” 

I truthfully tell them I’m listening to it and I love it – my voice is down to a rasp by the way; they joke about ‘whether this interview was authorised or not’, and they’re having a good laugh. Clearly, I need a beer to lubricate the over-worked vocal chords. By the end of the night I’ve talked to great people, had great beer, discovered The Sheepdogs, and got knocked off my feet by TTM. I want to go again.

My cynicism is knocked for six; I believe these guys are as genuine, sincere and nice off stage as all their Facebook posts, comments to fans, tweets, interviews hint that they are. I wish them many decades more of doing as they’re doing.

I started the evening knackered; but I’d forgot anything else that was on my mind before they’d finished the first song. The Temperance Movement left me and a few hundred other people filled with a really wonderful, powerful, positive energy, and I’d like to say thanks for that. So – TTM, thanks for an uplifting evening that, well, you just can’t get from any other act I can think of. Praise Be.

Tour dates, merchandise, photos, a tour diary that wears me out just thinking of what they were up to, and some great footage can be found on their official website.

Jan 212016
 

By Duncan Harley.

Book_Cover_Douglas_Harper_Rivers Railways, Ravines

River, Railway, Ravine by Douglas Harper. A well researched and engaging publication.

At 164pp and profusely illustrated with both period and contemporary images Douglas Harper’s new book examines both the provenance and the history of the patented, made in Aberdeen, Harper and Co rigid suspension bridge.

Until now little documented, the Harper bridges were among the first suspension bridge designs – not to be confused with the ‘Shakkin’ Briggies’ well known in the NE – to employ steel wire rope in order to form a relatively rigid and therefore highly functional bridge.

Harpers manufactured over sixty such bridges for export throughout the British Empire between 1870 and 1910.

Douglas, a direct descendant of the original bridge engineers, has spent over a decade researching the company’s innovative designs and seeking out surviving examples.

The mid 19th century was a period of rapid industrial growth both in the north east of Scotland and throughout the British Empire. The boom times of railway expansion had opened up new markets and stimulated engineering innovation on a scale rarely seen before.

From humble beginnings supplying the likes of the Great North of Scotland Railway’s seemingly insatiable demand for cast iron fence posts and level-crossing gates, Harpers’ were soon exporting caste-iron pre-fabricated pedestrian suspension bridges right across the globe.

Engineered and manufactured in kit form at their Aberdeen foundry and using innovative techniques gleaned from long experience in the designing of fences, Harper’s products required little local engineering expertise to either assemble or construct, making them popular choices in developing countries. These instantly recognisable and iconic bridges – with spans of up to 91m – provided many decades of service in places as diverse as Nepal, South Africa and even the Falkland Islands.

In his book Douglas details over 60 of Harper’s bridges including those erected in the UK, throughout the Empire and also in Estonia. Several are, he writes, still in use including one on the River Muick at Birkhall and another on the River Feugh at Banchory.

This is a well researched and engaging publication and quite literally a riveting read!

Sources include records held by Aberdeen Maritime Museum, the Harper Archive at Aberdeen Museum and Robert Gordon University. Written with the general reader in mind, Gordon’s book will also appeal to engineering enthusiasts and many historians.

River, Railway and Ravine is published in hardback by The History Press at £20

ISBN 978-0-7509-6213-1

First Published in the November edition of Leopard Magazine

Jan 212016
 

Boxing drama Creed continues the Rocky series as its seventh instalment, both a sequel and spinoff.  Aberdeen Voice’s Andrew Watson was there the day of its UK release.

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Michael B. Jordan plays ‘juvenile tearaway’, Adonis Johnson.

There were maybe just over a dozen people at Cineworld at Queens Links during the Friday midmorning showing; which would be about right, given it was a weekday and many would’ve been
working.
It borrows a lot from the preceding films in the series, but the repetition is slightly more artistic symmetry than aping years gone by and merely being lazy. It’s not entirely a masterpiece, though.

Adonis Johnson (Michael B. Jordan) is a tearaway in juvenile hall, who happens to be the lovechild of deceased boxing legend, one of Rocky Balboa’s fiercest rivals and closest friends, Apollo Creed.

Creed’s widow takes him under her wing, and the boy becomes a man that feels as if something in his life is missing.

Partly inspired by his father’s success in the ring, he goes to seek out Rocky (Sylvester Stallone) as the trainer to propel him into the boxing limelight and title glory.

Antagonist-wise there’s real-life boxer and Liverpudlian Tony Bellew, who serves as Creed’s English opposition, Ricky Conlan.

Between training montages and the like, Tessa Thompson serves as Creed’s love interest, Bianca.

There aren’t many of the original characters reprised in this film, and many maybe crestfallen than it’s not just Adrian who isn’t on the go anymore.

Positives of the film include the soundtrack, though much of it in that sense are reprises from previous films. There’s no denying, however, that chill as you hear the tolling of the bell; that the real training has begun. Or the pounding of the drums as he races up that stairwell.

Negatives, though, centre around Adonis. For someone who’s meant to be the blood of Apollo, he appears to have little of the charisma which gave his father such stage presence. To be out acted by a full-time boxer in Bellew, who plays a good villain in the piece, is daresay not very flattering.

Something else, which has carried on from Rocky Balboa, is the believability of the film. Now, this isn’t concerning the much derided fight scenes of the first five in the series. That aspect has definitely caught up with the times, and is far more based in realism than it used to be.

This more concerns how protagonist and antagonist weigh in against eachother. In Rocky Balboa, Rocky squares up to a comparatively rake-like Mason Dixon and so doesn’t look to be in the same weight division.

The same applies when muscular Adonis faces off with Ricky Conlan, though funnily enough the latter is indeed, as in the film, a light heavyweight in real life. Perhaps they elected for how good an actor was for the part, than any issues that may arise concerning body presentation.

All in all, it manages to come to a reasonable enough conclusion to encourage the viewer to stick around for the rumoured parts two and three of a spinoff trilogy. The parallels between this first Creed film and the original Rocky debut are definitely by design, and not accident.

Dec 242015
 

Gordon_Duthiefeat Reviewed by Duncan Harley.

Described by Tom Robinson on BBC Radio 6 as “Wildly different but never not interesting”, Gordon Duthie has yet again hit the sweet spot with the release of his new album Dunt Dunt Dunt Dunt.

In this, his fourth album release, the NE singer/songwriter/musician reflects on work-related themes and engages in an often humorous take on club dance music to get his point across.

A year in the making, this new offering looks deeply into the soulless existence of those micromanaged Gen-X Millennials who, says Gordon:

“will IM you. Then ignore you to your face … Millennials have no empathy and are socially a bit awkward … social media has pretty much changed the world”.

The noun ‘dunt’ can of course be used in various contexts.

“In Aberdeen at the moment lots of people are getting the dunt and it affects everyone engaged in the oil business either directly via job losses or indirectly to do with the threat of redundancy,” says Gordon.

It can also be a wake up call. The pounding lyrics of Hadephobia refer to the sky falling in – a clear reference to getting the dunt big time:

“I looked and saw the fear in your eyes, like a long hot summer, burning the sky.”

Dead Dreams reflects on “Sitting for hours in a solid chair, listening to a man who sold his life … dead dreams inside us, fight an old child’s mind.”

“It’s about PowerPoint Hell” says Gordon, “we’ve all sat through it.”

In Young Kenny – A melodious but slightly mournful piece – Gordon describes a composite character struggling with isolation and loneliness. “Young Kenny didn’t know who he was … it all came to a head … the mystical beauty of the coast, brought his mind back again.”

With previous albums Thran, Shire and City and Multimedia Monster under his belt, Westhill-based Gordon’s new release is a powerful mix of social comment set solidly within a framework of electric ambient club music.

As Gordon himself says, the lyrics

“Wink nicely at local events.”

Mixed and Mastered by Thaddeus Moore of Sprout City Studios, Dunt Dunt Dunt Dunt is available from most digital music stores and also direct from Gordon at www.gordonduthie.com

First published in the December Leopard Magazine.