Vinyl Collide + No Junk No Soul + Owsley Sunshine + Kensal Rise |
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Raw @ The Mezz Bar, Lincoln
08 March 2008
Photos & Review by Pete
Part II of the RaW second Birthday celebrations so I missed The Traveller’s Rest Bands Final - doh! (Anyone wanna review it maybe?) Well Part I of the RaW second Birthday celebrations reviewer was
Kensal Rise. Years since I seen ‘em last. Been curious. Heard bad things. Heard good things (Gig photographer Brian saw ‘em at Library Bar and gave them the thumbs up). Relieved to find they did OK by me, too. Liking the mix of guitars, hard/soft.
Owsley Sunshine expand the range of colours. Summer evenings roll your own Rizla collective. The Jolly Brewer must be empty whenever you play and the cause of world peace moves forward a little. Rock, ska, reggae, laid back joy. Good sax means we love you.
No Junk No Soul, can’t keep away. Your fans know all of the words. Feel the love. I saw some Idlers people in attendance, saying they were grateful you’d turned up for them in London. You’ve got friends everywhere, everyone in Lincoln seems to know one of you personally and there’s only three of you and eighty thousand of us. How did you do that? Gig photographer Scott left Kate Nash playing her piano at T’engine shed to hear you play your piano and drums and bass guitar. How fab is that? Ah but them keyboards misfired early on, songs fell apart and you knew it, ending ‘em with exasperated crashing chords bashed out, pissed off. Cooly you stood back, took a breath and like a diver from the top
Vinyl Collide can’t keep away. Your fans know all the words. Feel the love. The Idlers people were still in attendance though I dunno if you went to see them when they played the Leeds Fest last summer, did you? Your relocation to that City showed hunger and somehow after all this time the songs keep burning with belief and that can’t be easy. Respect. The cool whipping guitar moves still generate a rush of excitement and vocalist Stu doing the
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Sandman contributor Marie from Sheffield who turned up to check out Lincoln’’s famous live scene. Since she’s always out most every night at gigs back in her home town it’s gonna be a while yet till she gets time to sort some words for that one. (But she said she loved it - and that Lincoln is way, way, way better than Sheffield for music.) So, my part of the review-sharing deal is this bit: Part II, but it’s three in the morning so it’ll be more crap than usual:
Those 90s Manc influences less overshadowing, it’s less anthem and almost intimate - well as intimate as sober blokes in big coats can be. Oh actually there was only lad in a coat! The coat thing, I liked it too but it’s over, innit? Take your coat off now and keep it coming with your own sounds, you’ve got something of your own worth saying.
board leapt ... and without a ripple it was alright again. And it’s not just the masterclass music school rhythm section generating fabulous beats, they’re all doing it, that dodgy piano bloke, too. Ooh, smarty pants key shifts and some howly vocals keep it brimming over with audio usefulness of a high order. You know that already.
Sandie Shaw barefoot thing still has laddish vulnerability that gets you on his side. A band that’s easy to like, wish all good things for. Feel like a kid, it’s fun. It’s late. Bed. Oh, four bands, none of ‘em starting with the word THE. ‘Mazin’. 





















