The Next Big Thing

The Dirty Water Club, London - Friday 26th September

The Voladoras can be described as a gutsy femme garage band from Sweden with matching dresses and big hair. They offered little in the way of "stagecraft" but were a treat to listen to and watch, especially, when the blonde guitarist lilted back and forth during solos. Their set definitely moved-up a gear when Mans from the Maggots leaped onstage to add maraca shaking and grunts during “Monkey Man”. If you dig female garage bands such as the Pandoras then these girls are worth seeking out. On the other hand The Raven is apparently a US booking agent by day and itinerant rocker by night. On this occasion, he was backed by a bunch of Limey geeks, featuring Parsley The Lion on Keyboards, and performed tunes that ranged from 70s punk to bluesy garage blasts while referencing “hits” by Sir Cliff Richard and the Pleasure Seekers along the way. A thirty minute set from the man in black was enjoyable and just about right. OK, the time is 11.30pm and Alan Crockford from The Solar Flares has been pacing around for thirty minutes wondering when his band can take to the stage. The tube system closes down as 12.30, right! Parsley remained behind his bank of vintage keyboards and my ears told me that he is now fitting in well alongside Day, Crockford and Howard. Not only is Parsley’s playing more assured but he’s also contributing backing and lead vocals. For example, he sang a great version of “Hold On” at the end of the set. Several new songs were performed by the Flares and although Crockford was being ironic when he explained “They’re just as bad as the old ones,” an alternative observation would be that they also share exactly the same structure and chord changes. Still, if you dig The Solar Flares then you’re not gonna have a problem with that are you? Another thing that struck me about them on Friday was how abrasive these guys are on stage. Actually, Crockford and Day were just the same when the Prisoners played at the Hope & Anchor back in ’83. In other words, lots of aggressive back handed comments thrown at the audience. While there is probably a kinder side to their natures they sure as hell do not want to show it on stage. Why so much verbal confrontation? To be fair, they attacked the stage with such venom that they made The Raven and the Voladoras look like they were playing at a tea party in an old folks home. In nothing else, these old codgers know how to “make show,” as Tony Sheridan would put it, and besides, if they were “nice boys” they would probably wouldn’t be half as exciting to watch. File under: grouchy life-affirming vibe.