Spent most of yesterday in Rotterdam for the final day of the Primitive festival and was thus not only able to avoid the Live Aid hoopla, but also had myself a keg of a time. Came in just too late to witness local heroes the Stilettos who were part of the afternoon show, but I'm glad to report that by all accounts they delivered the goods. Skipped the "garage karoke" in the overcrowded/hot bar, and instead stood outside of the club enjoying the spectacular view over the river Maas and Rotterdam's skyline, sippin' beers 'n meetin' up with friends both old and new. After a quick dinner in the company of the esteemed Tony Slug, it was back to the club for the evening's festivities. First up were Denmark's
Dee Rangers whose records I like but they disappointed somewhat in a live setting. And it must be pretty harsh on the band that special guest Parsley the Lion easily stole the show with the two songs he sang. Next up were Germany's
Cool Jerks who played a solid set of Hamburg era beat tunes.
Good as it was, it was no match for what was to come next. Leave it to the Americans to do this garage stuff in a much more convincing way. It's in the blood I guess. The
Blacklips' two LPs are fine enough, but nothin' prepared me for the surprise hit 'n run they delivered on stage. Young, energetic and with an off-beat vision that makes 'm hard to categorize, they sounded like Tim Warren's wet dream come to life. By all means check 'm out if you get the chance. If there was any doubt about the current abilities of Jeff Conolly, he made sure there was absolutely no reason for those concerns from the git go. Backed by
real Lyres (Rick Coraccio on bass, Danny McCormack on the guitar and Paul Murphy on drums) , he started with 'How Do You Know' and things went up hill from there on. Monoman may not be the nicest guy in the world at times, but his vocal delivery still holds more soul than the entire "urban" section in your local record emporium. These Lyres could destroy southern Europe, we're talkin' scorched earth here. Outsider Ron Splinter joined them for two songs and especially during 'Touch' got the heroes welcome from the crowd he so obviously deserves. Two encores, loud 'n sweaty, and it was over. No better way to close the festival. Monoman rules!
Spent most of yesterday in Rotterdam for the final day of the Primitive festival and was thus not only able to avoid the Live Aid hoopla, but also had myself a keg of a time. Came in just too late to witness local heroes the Stilettos who were part of the afternoon show, but I'm glad to report that by all accounts they delivered the goods. Skipped the "garage karoke" in the overcrowded/hot bar, and instead stood outside of the club enjoying the spectacular view over the river Maas and Rotterdam's skyline, sippin' beers 'n meetin' up with friends both old and new. After a quick dinner in the company of the esteemed Tony Slug, it was back to the club for the evening's festivities. First up were Denmark's Dee Rangers whose records I like but they disappointed somewhat in a live setting. And it must be pretty harsh on the band that special guest Parsley the Lion easily stole the show with the two songs he sang. Next up were Germany's Cool Jerks who played a solid set of Hamburg era beat tunes. 
Good as it was, it was no match for what was to come next. Leave it to the Americans to do this garage stuff in a much more convincing way. It's in the blood I guess. The Blacklips' two LPs are fine enough, but nothin' prepared me for the surprise hit 'n run they delivered on stage. Young, energetic and with an off-beat vision that makes 'm hard to categorize, they sounded like Tim Warren's wet dream come to life. By all means check 'm out if you get the chance. If there was any doubt about the current abilities of Jeff Conolly, he made sure there was absolutely no reason for those concerns from the git go. Backed by real Lyres (Rick Coraccio on bass, Danny McCormack on the guitar and Paul Murphy on drums) , he started with 'How Do You Know' and things went up hill from there on. Monoman may not be the nicest guy in the world at times, but his vocal delivery still holds more soul than the entire "urban" section in your local record emporium. These Lyres could destroy southern Europe, we're talkin' scorched earth here. Outsider Ron Splinter joined them for two songs and especially during 'Touch' got the heroes welcome from the crowd he so obviously deserves. Two encores, loud 'n sweaty, and it was over. No better way to close the festival. Monoman rules!
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