Spring is coming dear B&G lovers! You happy? Well I hope so… In case you are not I have great news for you: Bibs & Gigs is now on Instagram!! I know I mentioned Facebook in the last poll (thanks for the ones who voted, especially who gave their preference to the Smelly Armpits option) but I’m 100% sure that starting a FB page will make me lazy towards the blog activities.
So stop doing whatever you’re doing (unless you’re having a delicious meal or some great oral sex), open Instagram, find the B&G Marshmallow Man and click follow (or simply click the picture below)!
Talking about food (and not about drugs): I went to Silk Road in Camberwell (click here for their menu) last Sunday after hearing a lot of great things about it.
The food was a bit oily but pretty good (the Double Cooked Pork Slices and the Home Style Aubergines were soooo tasty!) and, since I’ve been in China during my travels, I felt while in there a sort of tradition which I never came across when having dinner in Chinatown.
As me and Lucy were very hungry as usual we also ordered a bunch of ox tripe and lamb skewers, some freshly prepared handmade dumplings and a very big portion of hand-pulled noodles with lamb.
Cheap prices, friendly and quick staff, relaxed atmosphere, generous servings. Will definitely come back!
Gigs&Tips: Going to see Swingin’ Utters tonight at the Pipeline and since I’m around there I may go to have some tacos at Lupita… I’ll let you know how it goes!
It’s impossible to fully describe how I felt, but I can promise you that when they played Macho Nachos, Road Rash and Leavin’I was completely taken back to the late nineties/early noughties, when it was all about skateboarding (or at least trying to) and Punk Rock music.
Needless to say that I was crying a little bit during that trip down memory lane, but y’all know how soft I am.
Last night the boys from Santa Barbara were absolutely impeccable, and since they started 20 years ago they’ve only got better and better, especially live. Chuck’s voice is still amazing, Dustin smashed it at the keyboards, Graham and Todd did the same on the bass and on the drums, Sascha is still looking like a kid but he now plays like a pro, and Eddie the Sexy-Mexi wasn’t just epic at the trombone, but he also managed to jump all over the stage for the entire show and play the last song from the bar just behind where we were standing. S-U-P-E-R-B!!!!
Unfortunately Keith, Caddies’ trumpet player since they started back in 1995, is on tour with Mariachi El Bronx, so wasn’t there to enjoy the party. I’m pretty sure he’s still having a good time though.
Dear Mad Caddies, thanks a lot for being the soundtrack of my youth and for making feel like a kid again during your show yesterday. Funny enough it happened to be just 5 days before my 30th birthday, so I’ll take it as a pretty cool present.
One more post before Xmas amigos, and I promise it won’t be about music this time.
The past week was again full of live music excitement..
Last Friday Truckfighters played at the O2 Academy in Islington and, even with a pretty fucking late arrival (AGAIN!!), me and Cozza managed to see them performing the last 4 songs..
Jesus Christ I love these guys so much! And I truly love Desert Cruiser; they finish all their gigs with that song, with everyone in the house singing along, even the sweaty walls!
Sorry boys, next time I’ll try to drink less beers prior to the show and rock up on time.
Talking about desert, Tinariwen (which in the Tamasheq language literally means ‘deserts’) and their West African guitar-driven sound, rocked the Roundhouse the following Sunday.
Imagine being stuck in a big tent in the middle of the Sahara Desert with a group of local musicians, where the only thing that you can do, apart from asking for more tea, is listening to the music they are playing.. Well, that is the best explanation that I can give you about the atmosphere that these northern Malian rock rebels created during the gig, apart from beer and cider served instead of the tea.
I discovered these guys this summer through my girlfriend’s dad Damian, the coolest 70 years old dude that I know, and since then I got addicted to their sound. If you still don’t know them then you should.
Not the best video quality, but will surely give you an idea..
Wednesday was the turn of Jack White at the O2 Arena..
I’m not a big fan of the Millennium Dome in all honesty, as I prefer more intimate gigs, but I had this thing in my head about seeing crazy Jack live that made me not care too much about the location.. Plus I got the tickets for my birthday (thanks Lucy) so why not.
I much appreciated the fact that on top of White’s solo stuff (Freedom at 21 & Lazaretto) some great tunes by The White Stripes (Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground, Fell in Love With a Girl, Astro & Hotel Yorba) and The Raconteurs (Top Yourself & Steady As She Goes) were also played, but unfortunately at the end of the show I wasn’t as impressed as I though I would be.
Maybe it was just the place, or Jack not being great in communicating with the crowd, or some of the musicians playing not matching at all that type of music, or maybe my expectations for this gig were too big, who knows? What I do know is that for the first time in my life I left a concert before the last song had been played, and that should explain everything.
Next gig will be Mad Caddies at the little O2 in Islington, the perfect band to play out the year..
We have all been there at some point: One of your favourite bands have just announced that they will be playing a show in London in a couple of months and tickets will be available online the following morning at 9am… You get very excited, you let all your friends know, you set up the alarm ridiculously early and for once you rock up at the office on time…
You prepared everything: The card number is copied and ready to be pasted in the appropriate box, you already had 5 coffees and that makes you look like you’ve been out all night on the booze, you open the webpage 5 minutes earlier feeling really clever compared to all the other idiots that are surely still sleeping, and then… and then something goes wrong…
.. The page is really slow and when it comes back to life it tells that you are number 875 in the queue. You refresh, and refresh, and swear in all the possible languages against all the Saints from above, then you refresh again, then a “little” punch hits either the desk or the laptop, you refresh one more time… And then it’s over… Sold Out in less than 3 minutes!
And that’s what happened to me when I tried to get tickets for Death From Above 1979 at the Electric Ballroom..
The goddamned tickets disappeared within 5 minutes of appearing online.. Huge disappointment and hundreds of thousands of unkind words towards all of the Last Supper attendees.
Luckily my friend Cozza is a living legend and somehow he managed to get me a 20 bucks ticket a couple of hours before gig, completely erasing my plans for a quiet and cozy Monday night at home.
A lot of beers were involved, before, during and after the show, so I don’t remember a lot of details. All I know is that the wall of sound that these 2 fellas from Canada created was like a punch in the face! What an epic gig, and what a tremendous atmosphere!
Right On Frankenstein!, Virgins and Cheap Talk (my 3 favourite tracks from their monumental latest release The Physical World) played at the very beginning of the show not just gave a strong shake to all the souls filling the Ballroom, but also made me and my friends going crazy with the bar orders..
I’m not saying that it was a bad idea, but unfortunately the whole “drinking-like-idiots-shenanigans” made me forget about the rest of the show. As said, it was a great fucking gig, and sometimes when you’re having fun, details are not really necessary.
Not even the time to recover from a terrible two day hangover and Brant Bjork played The Garage just outside Highbury and Islington station.
Impossible not to drink a couple of lagers when BB was on stage, but this time me and Cozza behaved like if we were invited for a 5pm tea at Buckingham Palace, and no crazy shit happened before/during/after the show.
Even if he’s a drummer by nature (Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Vista Chino) it didn’t surprise me seeing him being such a great front-man.
Both guitar riffs and vocals have that touch of desert sound that makes you want to be at the wheel of a really old Chevrolet El Camino, driving without destination through the Sky Valley.
The good thing about The Garage is that it never gets really full and you can easily wander around the venue without getting crazy (I remember being able to walk from the bar to the toilet in less than 20 seconds during a Franz Ferdinand gig).
Not much sing-along on my side, as I concentrating more on the music and on that type of “being stoned” kinda feeling created by the four dudes on stage. They played for 90 minutes more or less, without a single dull or boring moments.
If you are into Low Desert Punk you’ll love this song..
Next gigs on the diary:
Friday 14th November – Truckfighters @ the O2 Academy in Islington
Sunday 16th November – Tinariwen @ the Roundhouse
Wednesday 19th November – Jack White @ the O2 Arena
If you spend a night in a sweaty mosh pit at a hardcore punk show you have to bare in mind that the next day in the office will suck big fucking time! And those suicidal tendencies I’m having this morning are not because of the bruises all over my body…. It’s all caused by the fact that punk rock and hardcore punk shows are making me feel so ALIVE, bringing back beautiful memories of my early 20’s, when music wasn’t as mainstream as today and everything related to it was more romantic.
No Spotify, no YouTube, sometimes not even the Internet. Just Compact Discs and Cassettes. I still possess the glorious one that introduced me to this world: Straight Ahead by Pennywise on side A and Ballads from the Revolution by Good Riddance on side B.
Also going to gigs was much more fun: you firstly had to find the money, then a car, then a friend keen to drive until Milano, Genova or Torino, then a little shop to buy beers and then, most difficult part, the venue!
I think we reached the bottom of the barrel when we got lost on our way to Fat Wreck Tour in 2003. When we got there the gig was over, the fans have left and the only people in the venue were the barman of a deserted bar and some Mad Caddies and Lawrence Arms members playing dices. They obviously laughed at us, but just before the sadness in our faces was about to turn into tears, they invited us to their table and we spent the entire night up to no good with our new friends.
Time to leave Memory Lane now and start talking about these Fucked Up Canadians and the immense gig they played yesterday.
Damian Abraham and co. had the brilliant idea to start the show with Echo Boomer, the opening track of their new album Glass Boys (Matador Records) followed by Queen of Hearts. I’m not complaining about that, it was the best start they could have possibly done, but I’m not exaggerating in saying that the floor almost collapsed.
The rest of the night was all about mosh pit, sweat, crowd surfing, beers and great songs like Black Albino Bones, The Other Side, Led by Hand, Sun Glass and Paper the House.
I need to mention as well the fact that the singer Damian was never on stage! That dude can’t stay away from the action and from the love of his fans to a point that he spent the entire time in the middle of us, hugging everyone and smiling like a little child when people were kissing his bald head.
I also managed to give him a big hug when the concert was over and you can really tell there’s nothing fake in that incredible human being!!
Great night, Great show, Great bunch of Fucked Up people!
Bibs&Tips: The Kings Cross Honest Burgers branch is literally 45 seconds walking distance (Angel direction) from La Scala… and we all know how good their burgers are!
Random horny woman in the crowd: “Steve, I love you!”
Steven: “Great! What’s your number?”
That’s what you get from a down-to-earth “Walkin Man” like Seasick Steve!
You get that and an incredible show, where everything is 100% REAL! From the guitars made of hubcaps, cigar boxes, cans of beer, Christmas decorations and broomsticks, to the litres of red wine drank on stage by the Californian blues man and his drummer Dan Magnusson.
Unforgettable were also the lovely breasts of the super-talented violinist and the tears of joy of both musicians at the end of the gig, when they realised that everyone was clapping, shouting and going crazy for the tremendous show they had put together.
The entire event was more than a concert, it was a party! Creating a unique atmosphere and vibe that invigorated even one of the most classical of venues, the Royal Albert Hall.
A mixture of acoustic songs, dirty blues, Rock&Roll, rough sounds but also mellow ones when the violinist was on stage.
Steven and his friends played for over 2 hours and totally rocked the FUCK out of the place, absolutely deserving an incredibly warm crowd and a final standing ovation.
“Hobos are people who move around looking for work, tramps are people who move around but don’t look for work, and bums are people who don’t move and don’t work. I’ve been all three” – Seasick Steve
Bibs&Tips: If you have time either before or after an event at the Royal Albert Hall you should head to Macellaio RC for some great Gnocchi al Pesto or a big juicy steak.