Showing posts with label indie pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indie pop. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 February 2015

GIG REVIEW: Amber Run - Dingwalls, 3rd February //

for fans of: Saint Raymond, Coasts, Young Kato, We The Wild, Bad Suns


The Communion Music Group have a refined taste for supporting the freshest new talent. Acts they've previously backed include rock newbies Twin Peaks as well as bona-fide folk stars Ben Howard and Matt Corby. Feel-good pop quintet Amber Run were hand-picked by Communion to headline their second annual sold-out New Faces tour this Autumn. With songs that already sound like hits so early in their career, the world's a stage for the Notts boys. But just who are Amber Run?

No, not Wiz Khalifa's bald ex-wife. They're on all my Spotify playlists, they're frequently played on XFM, their logo was spray painted all over Bristol when I visited this summer, and they have opened for acoustic balladeer Lewis Watson, but I knew little about them. I discovered quickly that they have quite a substantial following, especially in their hometown of Nottingham, but after some digging around the blogs I happened upon some thought-provoking comments. A particular YouTube comment summarises the general feeling as they described the band as "middle-class indie drab". The other night in the cloakroom queue I heard snippets of the following conversation:
Man #1 (early-20s): Did you enjoy it?
Man #2 (mid-20s): I did actually - they're pretty good for posh pop
This kind of thing gets thrown around a lot, and you wonder what it really means. How tightly has capitalism grasped the bottom of the music pile? Are the underground nobodies of bandom actually just another classic example of the rich getting richer? Is there actually anything that bad about "posh pop"? All the rhetorical questions, but no answers.
(Disclaimer: I do not know Amber Run or their background, and so the entirety of the argument below is based upon speculation alone. But I do believe one of the members is called Felix, so.)

Define posh pop: a fairly modern revolution where the music industry has become the latest to fail the working class by ways of capitalism championing the middle and upper-middle classes. Again. Previously, the ones who succeeded in British music were the likes of the McCartneys and the Morrisseys but, in more recent years as the war against the working class wages on, the ones at the top are more likely than not privately educated. Chris Martin, Mumford & Sons, and Florence Welch are the most classic examples, and if I ever have to hear about Lily Allen sing about 'the streets' or 'the ghetto' one more time, I'm going to scream. Noel Gallagher has recently hit out at musicians of socio-economic privilege making it a hot topic of discussion (though in the past month, he's hit out at everyone from Ed Sheeran to Alex Turner, probably all in promotion of his newest album, and to be honest, no one really gives a shit what he says anyway). With funding into arts education slowly being shoved out the window by the Conservative government, the only people that can be educated in music and other arts subjects are the ones who can afford it. Even indie heroes like Peace and Bombay Bicycle Club have come from more privileged upbringings, which begs the question - is success even in this lucrative market still down to genuine talent, or the ability to financially support your way into the big time? Personally, I'm not sure where I stand on the issue: on one hand we don't need to contribute to any more demonization of the working classes - in what fields are we supposed to succeed in then? - but similarly, why should noses be turned up at talented young people because of the way of life they've been born into? It's a complicated matter that I don't feel able to weigh in on just yet.

So what does this mean? In short: nothing. In something as vast, exciting, and innovative as music, backgrounds shouldn't matter. To judge a band shouldn't it really all come down to the most obvious thing? In terms of Amber Run, they're passionate enough about making genuinely good music to drop out of Nottingham Uni and pursue the band dream, hence silencing the classist warriors. With the February leg of their UK tour selling out venues - including Camden's Dingwalls - across the country and an upcoming April tour consisting of some of their biggest headline shows to date, what can distinguish Amber Run from the rest of posh pop?


First it's the range of their appeal. Scattered among the audience was practically everyone within the realms of ages 14-54. Generally, this is a good sign: a nice even mix of people means that you're attracting enough young people to hit the mainstream, enough industry-types to create a buzz and a name for yourself, and enough older people to, err, well, have sing-along drunks in the audience.

The other, fundamental, recipe to their charm is the ability to utilise their talents in all the right places. For example, lead singer Joe Keogh's voice is the definition of divine - with pipes like that it's no way that he couldn't have had a choir boy past. Though strong, composed, and on-key throughout the set, it stood out on chilling opener I Found. Chosen as one of my top 22 tracks of 2014, the five-piece harmonies are just as delicious live as they are on the recorded version and captivated the audience in a split second. With little lights transfixed into the backdrop of the stage, the palatial vocal-synth blend made for a transportation to somewhere glorious.

They continued to churn out stellar tracks throughout the set - a perfectly timed length that made you think "is that it?" before you realise just how much time had flown by while you were enveloped by their joviality. Amber Run craft songs that focus so heavily on impact and so their lyrical weakness becomes a bit more prevalent. But don't sweat it, as a new band, their skill will eventually evolve so that their strengths in punchy instrumentals work in cohesion with a lyrical ability that's not quite there yet.

Nonetheless, crowd interaction is what the band nourish their vigour with. Take Pilot, for example; the commoving first track off the eponymous EP is the definition of a crowd-pleaser. Anthemic, and almost power ballad-esque, without the 80s hair to match. Throbbing drums wizzed around Dingwalls' notoriously questionable sound system before the thunderous impact of the guitars kicked in. This is matched in Spark - a favourite for those who enjoy vigorous hand-clapping and zesty chanting - and the very Mumford and Sons-y Noah. While Kites' rustic acoustic guitars and the charm of Heaven are peachy enough, they don't pack as much punch as some of the other corkers in the Amber Run catalogue.

In response to the two men I overheard in the cloakroom queue: before us are a very important band in terms of putting the fun and games back into music, and shouldn't be overshadowed by whatever label they've been defined as. Posh pop or otherwise.

CATCH AMBER RUN ON THEIR UPCOMING UK TOUR IN NOTTINGHAM, LONDON, MANCHESTER + NEWCASTLE
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Monday, 13 January 2014

GIG REVIEW: The 1975 - Brixton Academy, 11th January

for fans of: Lorde, The Neighborhood, HAIM, alt-J, Michael Jackson


(photo creds to some girl off insta i don't remember your name oop sorry x)


My attendance to a series of gigs over the past year and a bit was non-existent due to social nonavailability (yes, I do have friends and family THANK YOU), a worrying lack of funds (I didn't join the baller's society until much later last year), and friends who said "The 1975, who?". However the 11th of January ultimately brought around my belated chance to see one of the most year-defining bands around.

With a number one certified-gold album, various sold-out tour legs across the UK, Europe, Japan, and Stateside, a support slot for the motherfucking Rolling Stones, and three top 40 singles under their belt, it's safe to say The 1975 essentially shat all over the other acts in their way. They exploded onto the elusive indie-pop-rock scene to knockout the competition as, arguably, the biggest British breakthrough band of the year (hit-wise you could say it would go to Bastille but, let's face it, does anyone really want to hear Pompeii ever again?).

Their 3rd night sold-out night at the world renowned Brixton Academy really started 2014 off with a bang - for me personally, but obviously especially for the Manchester quartet who are set to tour extensively over the next 12 months including a life changing stint at the Royal Albert Hall in April.

Support came first from the extremely fitting Wild Cub, an exciting new band to UK shores hailing from Nashville, TN. Next up were London based Wolf Alice; think if Taylor Swift's sound (mostly because lead singer Ellie Rowsell is her doppelganger) went proper rock and roll and teamed up with three male extras from '10 Things I Hate About You'. But the real show began as the lights went down, the smoke came up, and the crowd held their breath at one fell swoop.

The 1975's show was visually a spectacular one. You want lazers? They got lazers. You want enough smoke to choke an asthmatic? They got it. You want a dazzling burlesque of those patented squares of light? They got those squares of light. All the ingredients manifested a divine background for lead singer Matty Healy to bounce around in front of and be enigmatically silhouetted behind. Clad in scruffy *Soulja Boy voice* all black everything, he long ago established himself as the coolest and freshest frontman in rock today (and also as the sexiest man alive but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯).




And, of course, everything auditory was completely on point. Through his blatant drunkness (hellooooooo, that bottle of wine was difficult to miss) Matty glossily managed to croon the lyrics with an aerial amount of heart to make the audience feel every word. The emotion was at it's peak in the soul-shattering 'Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You' (the Dream Koala Remix hurts me) and 'Me' in all of its sublime melancholy. He exhibits a rare amount of charisma, lacking in most of the leading indie bands of the moment, in each flop of that opulent head of hair. His vitality for life is nothing less than magnificent.

The most disappointing thing about the band is just how underrated the other members are. Take Ross MacDonald for example. His bass playing abilities are absolutely essential to the groups twisted R&B aesthetic, and his effortless transition to synth pads, with the help of Adam Hann's stuttery guitar, reinvent 'M.O.N.E.Y.' as a shiny new classic. And just to add, the facial expressions of drummer George Daniel are indubiously priceless; a show within itself.

Despite all the fans's attentions being thrusted upon Matty, the entire band's passion for their fans is a stand alone beauty. Although the crowd was littered with annoyingly awful screaming pre-adolescent fangirls, the reversed passion is still evident throughout the audience. The amount of gratitude exuding from them as they perform the "biggest nights of their life" is entrancingly dynamic. One of the most special moments of the show is Matty appearing on the upper tier, a section of venues that usually misses out on the intimate connection with the artist, and adorably shouting "I'M UP HERE!" as he performs fan-favourite 'Menswear', swanning in and out of the adoring fans, even stopping to take a few "selfies" (my least favourite word ever) with some incredibly lucky individuals.


(i take the worst photos don't i)


To pick a highlight from the positively flawless set list (every album track plus 'Milk', 'You', the futuristic 'So Far (It's Alright), 'Me', 'fallingforyou', and the utterly electric 'Head.Cars.Bending') would be pointless as even the songs from the LP that felt a little bit like duds were injected with just the right amount of fervor. I am still finding myself watching videos from that night again, and again, and again if only to relive a small amount of it. The wildness of the crowd in The 1975's iconic hits like 'Sex' and 'Chocolate' were indescribable as the atmosphere and the sound got lost among the sweaty bodies (and trust me, there were a fair few of them). These contrasted magnificently with the ingenious live saxophone appearance in 'Pressure' and my personal favourite 'Heart Out' as well as the collective crowd excitement of 'Girls'.

Their biggest task of 2014 will be not to fade away and become forgotten with the rest of the indie carcasses (The Hoosiers, anyone? The Pigeon Detectives? And what on Earth happened to The Kooks?!). But maybe this won't be too much of a trying challenge as they were one of the most resplendent live acts I've had the pleasure to see, and I can't wait to see what they'll offer up next.