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Matthew Young

Inspector Tapehead

Inspector Tapehead

Ooh, the excitement.  I do like finding new things which get me excited and then gabbling giddily about them to my crowd of internet bunnies.

Inspector Tapehead played at last week’s Trampoline gig at the Wee Red Bar and were bloody marvelous.  It’s, erm, folky indie-pop I suppose, with chunks of bluegrass and electronica thrown into the mix.  Jonnie Common from Down the Tiny Steps plays in the band and his devilish box of tricks in pretty clearly in evidence.  The other two band members, Chris Croasdale on guitar and Roy Shearer on drums, used to be in Adam Beattie & the Consultants who have produced some amazing music, but have gone rather sadly quiet recently.  So there’s plenty of pedigree in this band, although you could hardly extrapolate their provenance from their sound.

There’s definitely some playful pop sensibilities in there.  In fact, for all the folk and electronica I guess describing these chaps as a somewhat experimental pop band might be the most accurate way to get across the feeling of their music.  Each song does build rather slowly and, in some senses, a little unpromisingly, but before a minute each has launched into whatever manic energy possesses it and danced off around the room, swinging you along with it.

These songs come from a 3 song album sampler given out at the gig, and from listening to this little lot I think I can pretty much guarantee at least one sale, over here in the Toad corner please.

Inspector Tapehead – Pherenzik Tear
Inspector Tapehead – I am Your Pedigree

Matthew Young

Live in Edinburgh This Week – 20th April 2008

Edinburgh

This week the Edinburgh gig scene gathers pace slowly, but by the end of the week it’s going great guns, culminating in a weekend of Triptych splendour that will be the last of its kind. I think there’s pretty much bugger all going on today and tomorrow, but Wednesday is busy and it just gets better after that.

This week also represents the last ever Triptych Festival, which used to so splendidly showcase experimental and interesting music around Scotland. I didn’t like a lot of what they put on, but occasionally they came up with some gems, and this last one is no different, with the gorgeous Alela Diane headlining the Bongo Club on Sunday. And she, ladies and gentlemen, will be sticking around to record the next Toad Session on the Monday. I am so fucking chuffed about that I could do a little dance!

Wednesday 23rd April, 2008: Angus & Julia Stone & Paris Motel at Cabaret Voltaire.
I’d not describe Angus & Julia Stone as any better than decent, but Paris Motel are definitely worth seeing. They’ll be playing with a pared-down lineup and I think the best way to describe them would be as the house band on the Marie Celeste. Spooky and gorgeous.
Paris Motel – City of Ladies

Wednesday 23rd April 2008: Super Adventure Club at Henry’s Cellar Bar.
I know next to nothing about these guys, and apparently they are pretty new on the capital’s music circuit. I’ve had a bit of a listen to their MySpace page though and they sound pretty good to me: slightly spasmodic, experimental indie but with a slightly more acoustic bent that a lot of other stuff in this sort of territory.
Super Adventure Club – Built in Redundancy

Thursday 24th April 2008: Boyfriend/Girlfriend & Down the Tiny Steps at the Voodoo Rooms.
You all know how much I like the Tinies’ electronic pop stuff, and Girlfriend/Boyfriend are also well worth checking out. They’re quite standard indie, but I like ‘em nonetheless.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend – The Greatest High

Thursday 24th April 2008: The Un-Americans & Found & Frightened Rabbit & Withered Hand at the GRV.
Two of Scotland’s best bands, an Edinburgh favourite and a group I’ve never heard of. The Un-Americans have something of a dense, dirty blues sound which is rather promising, and I’ve never heard of them at all so definitely worth giving a go. Found and Withered Hand you know all about, and of course Frightened Rabbit have their new album Midnight Organ Fight to promote.
The Un-Americans – Jericho (Bootleg)

Friday 25th April 2008: Meursault & Fox Gang & Jesus H. Foxx (acoustic) at Henry’s Cellar Bar.
You know I love Meursault, but Fox Gang sound really rather good too and I’ve never had the chance to see them live. Provided I can stay sober enough in the pub after work on Friday, this week could be the on where I finally put that right. Their stuff sound quite mod-like at times, and has a good, funky beat underlying much of it and of course, most importantly, some bloody good tunes.
Fox Gang – White English

Sunday 27th April: Alela Diane & Michael Hurley at The Bongo Club.
Triptych may be no more, but they’re going out with a band here. Alela Diane’s Pirate’s Gospel was one of the loveliest albums of last year and I can’t wait to hear her fragile, bluesy folk live.
Alela Diane – Pieces of String

Matthew Young

Toadcast #28 – The Fencecast

Toadcast

The 28th Toadcast is all about the Fence Collective. People who read this site regularly must know them, I assume, but I’ve been intending to do this post for a while as they might be my favourite label in music at the moment.

After Kenny Anderson’s last band fell apart about ten years ago or more, he started releasing his own stuff on hand made CD-Rs under the name of King Creosote and between him and his brothers and some of the other local musicians he’d grown up with in Fife, a collective started to form which has grown and grown. Now, thanks to the spotlight cast their direction by Kenny’s brother Gordon’s involvement with The Beta Band and The Aliens, the success of King Creosote and James Yorkston, and the rising of KT Tunstall (also a Fence alumnus, believe it or not) Fence Records have turned into one of the most beloved record labels in the country.

And actually, I think their approach of building a community rather than just pimping product might just have the potential to make them one of the success stories of Music 2.0, although that’s another story. So this podcast is all about Fence Records and the bands I have discovered due to their hard work, and why I think they’re great. What an arse-kisser I’ve turned into.

(Warning: I’m drunker than I sound and there is way too much talking in this one.)

Toadcast #28 – The Fencecast

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01. Skuobhie Dubh Orchestra – Our Last Needle (03.17)
02. King Creosote – You’ve No Clue Do You (09.21)
03. James Yorkston & the Athletes – St. Patrick (16.33)
04. Art Pedro – Joanne (21.19)
05. MC Quake – It Feels Good to Be In Scotland (27.57)
06. Down the Tiny Steps – Handstand (36.44)
07. Adam Beattie – Bank Street (46.39)
08. Player Piano – Mercy (AC Mix) (49.35)
09. Candythief – A Good Day (56.47)
10. Rob St. John – Tipping In (60.06)
11. Adrian Crowley – Star of the Harbour (65.11)
12. Eagleowl – This is Not Your Lucky Day (67.47)
13. OLO Worms – Fingers & Thumbs (77.04)
14. HMS Ginafore – You Built a City Inside of Me (85.41)
15. Gummi Bako – She’s the Carrot & I’m the Stick (87.44)
16. The Pictish Trail – Words Fail Me Now (94.39)
17. Rich Amino – Chicken & Chips (99.02)
18. Sara Lowes – Uniform Days (104.22)
19. Magic Arm – Outdoor Games (108.11)
20. King Creosote – I’ll Fly By the Seat of My Pants (115.32)

Matthew Young

Fence Collective: Homegame 2008, Day 1

Anstruther Harbour

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The reason the truly excellent Campfires & Battlefields took over all things Toad this weekend is that I was away with Mrs. Toad, and he very kindly volunteered to keep things ticking over in our absence. You will surely all join me in thanking him for his excellent job, and I guess you may be at least slightly curious as to what exactly we were up to.

Well a large number of people in the Fence Collective have known each other since childhood and, despite gathering many other folk along the way, are still very firmly rooted in the Fife town of Anstruther where many of the original members grew up. So, despite the increasing prominence of the Collective’s musical endeavours, with the success of King Creosote, Found and James Yorkston, they all still like to get back together once a year for a weekend, get completely cabbaged and play lots and lot of music.

Mrs. Toad and I have been to the last three of these and we both love them, but for different reasons. She likes going to a seaside town for a weekend, where she can go to one or two gigs, but basically abandon me to my musical enthusiasms and read the FT from cover to cover. I like going to a festival where half the bands are mental, half are inspired, half are awful, half are beautiful and you genuinely have no idea what you’re going to see from one gig to the next. I don’t think I know anyone other than the Fence lot who take even a fraction as many chances with music, or who are anything like so confident to put on something completely left field and bizarre, safe in the knowledge that it will get a fair listen and genuine appreciation from their audience.

One of the things about being married of course is that I was not just travelling up to Anstruther as a music fanatic, I was also going there as a (briefly) dutiful husband. Mrs. Toad and I have gone for a meal at the absolutely fucking wonderful Cellar Restaurant every one of the three years we’ve been to Homegame, and so we did again. It’s expensive, but it’s a ritual and a treat and we love it. You have a seat with a G&T, browse the menu and the wine list, and eventually wander through to the dining room and spend all night over one of the best meals you will eat. They don’t turn the tables, so generally we’ve been the last out. This year we went along early though, and after a lovely few hours where things were a little more Mr. Creosote than King Creosote, Mrs. Toad returned to the cottage and, for me, the festival commenced.

I’d rather disappointingly missed Art Pedro unfortunately, whose set coincided with our esculent* escapades, but that was a sacrifice which had to be made. I am determined to see him play at some point however, but this was not to be the time.

Art Pedro – Girl From School

I did make it for Down the Tiny Steps, fortunately. You should all know how highly I rate these lads by now, so I won’t go into it too much, save to say that their lineup is even more slimline now than it was the last time I saw them. The hole in the lineup left no corresponding hole in the music however, which is a sort of bizarre Scot-hop folktronica. Sort of. It’s superb for late in a day of drinking and listening basically, because it’s eminently danceable and gorgeously wistful at the same time. Ideal for that reserved indie sway, which is about as close to dancing as I get most of the time. Fortunately for the Tinies, others were not so shy.

Down the Tiny Steps – Revenge

After the Tinies and before we repaired to the Pink House – for a party where I ended up swilling whisky from a hip flask out of one hand and red wine from the bottle with the other and presumably talking monumental amounts of garbage throughout – there was time for a show-closer from Jon Hopkins. I doubt many of you know of Mr. Hopkins, and neither do I, particularly. I know he is a very steeply rising star in the world of production and has been faithfully described as being a thoroughly down to earth and friendly chap despite this. I also know he has done a number of superlative remixes of Fence songs, in particular King Creosote’s Circle My Demise for a De-Fence release last year. I am not massively into laptop music most of the time, but at that stage of the night, drunk and giddy, I really enjoyed his set.

The rest of the evening, as you can imagine, was a bit of a blur.

Jon Hopkins – Circle My Demise

* I have to confess that I dug this one up in the thesaurus. What an excellent word, though, don’t you think?

Matthew Young

Found & Down the Tiny Steps – Live, Cabaret Voltaire, Edinburgh, Thursday 28th February 2008

DTtS

I love these two bands, absolutely love ‘em, so tonight was a bit of a special day in the gig calendar of Toad.

Down the Tiny Steps are a sort of folky, electro, Scottish almost-hip-hoppy-at-times group based around the fantastic songwriting of Johnnie Common. The group has had a rough time recently, losing the drummer and bass guitar player (in Johnnie’s words, ‘probably the two best musicians in the group’) because it was drowning out the rest of the music a little too much. I’ve seen them as a six-piece a couple of times and, although I really liked the sound, I can understand Johnnie’s decision, although it was clearly one he really didn’t enjoy making.

Anyway, what are they like now? Well this was only their second gig as a four-piece, so there must have been some nerves, but I didn’t notice any. And ultimately, I think Johnnie was right. With a less overwhelming sound the eccentricities of the electronica and the rambling monologues of the vocals take a more prominent position, taking them slightly out of the guitar-based indie sphere whose fringes they inhabited, and into more quirky, individual territory.

They’re playing at this year’s Homegame Festival up in Fife, so I’ll get another chance to see them quite soon, which I’m really looking forward to. The new songs sounded excellent, and old favourites like Aye Spy and Photosynth sounded brilliant with the new setup. Onwards and up the Tiny Steps!

Down the Tiny Steps – Photosynth
Down the Tiny Steps – Aye Spy
Down the Tiny Steps – DtTS @ The Movies Part 2: Nightmare On Renfrew Street

Found

Found are a different proposition altogether. Instead of juggling their setup they are honing it. You may remember my review of their album This Mess We Keep Reshaping being a little bit ambivalent. On one hand I loved what I was hearing, but on another I’m not sure I’d quite ‘got it’ yet. Well I have now. And so, it appears, have they. The first time I saw them was at their album launch, at last year’s Halloween Fence Club. There they were inventive and unpredictable, ramshackle and energetic. Here, although the energy was by no means diminished, they were as tight as and twelve-year-old altar boy. The brilliance of their album, which took me a little too long to discover, was delivered with joyous precision. Ziggy Campbell is turning into a fucking terrific front man too – energetic and charismatic, but with characteristically Scottish self-mocking humour as well.

The songs are brilliant, and it’s amazing how much of this album is acoustic. When I listen to their record I hear something that sounds really rather electronic, but Campbell doesn’t put down his acoustic guitar all night. So it’s not folky at all, but it’s not exactly electronica either. Whatever it is, it’s a show these guys have tuned to perfection over the last year and if there’s much more of this to come from them, then Scottish music might just have yet another gem to celebrate and gloat to their Southern cousins over.

Found – See Ferg’s In London
Found – Reshaping
Found – Closed Time Like Loops

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Matthew Young

Live in Edinburgh This Week – 24th February 2008

Embra

There’s some good stuff in the ‘Burgh this week, including a couple of highly recommended local folk acts that I have yet to catch live, so it might mean the domestic chores getting put on hold for another week. I’ve heard a fair bit recently about both My Kappa Roots and Withered Hand and they are both playing Henry’s Cellar Bar this week, the former on Monday 25th February and the latter next Sunday, 2nd March. I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to either gig, which is more than a little frustrating, but I’ll try. There are, as Mrs. Toad has to keep reminding me, chores to be done.

Wednesday 27th February: Stephanie Dosen at the Ark.
What happened to her? I heard a fair bit about her about this time last year and since then, nada. God only knows why she’s playing the Ark, which is a shabby place indeed, but she’s easily their most high profile booking for ages.

Wednesday 27th February: Kid Harpoon at Cabaret Voltaire.
After the release of his Second EP a few weeks back, I am really looking forward to his slightly folky indie stuff, and apparently he’s terrific live too. I’m also looking forward to seeing local band The Kays Lavelle for the first time as well, in support.
Kid Harpoon – Flowers by the Shore

Thursday 28th February: Found & Down the Tiny Steps at Cabaret Voltaire.
Down the Tiny Steps are absolutely superb – they go from acoustic folkiness to shoegazey guitar to experimental electronica, often in the same track. They’re superb live too. I’d be here just to see the Tinies, but throw Found into the mix and there’s no chance I’m missing it – what a first class lineup.
Down the Tiny Steps – Aye Spy
Found – You’re Really Quite the Catch

Sunday 2nd March: The Futureheads at The Liquid Room.
Without really expecting it I’ve slowly turned into a really big fan of the Futureheads. The tracks from their new album have a rockier edge than the indie-pop they’ve tended to produce thus far, and they sound terrific. Oddly under-rated if you ask me.
The Futureheads – Broke Up the Time

Matthew Young

Toadcast #16 – The Birthday Podcast

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Morning you ‘orrible lot. My wench is away being important once more. She said to me the other day when she was trying to skive off work due to a hangover: ‘I can’t go into work in a bad state, I handle money.’ Haha, what bollocks. I love it when financial people get all delusional like that, so don’t worry I set her straight. I calmly pointed out to her that if I fucked up my last job someone might have found a small metal implant buried in their spinal column. This means dead or paralysed. She stopped, fortunately.

‘I handle money though.’ Yeah well, I handle my penis and every last little sperm is a potential human life, so don’t gimme that. The frustration’s setting in again, can’t you tell? This podcast has some news and some current things, and then explores the randomiser on my music library, doffing my cap to the recent Contrast Podcast episode which I was too slow to participate in. Gah.

It is also my birthday on Monday, thirty-two since you ask, and we will be down in London to celebrate the occasion with our Southern friends, so there’s a couple of birthday thingies in there too, most screamingly obviously the first track of course. Enjoy Toadlings, enjoy.

Toadcast #16 – The Birthday Podcast

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01. Clem Snide – Happy Birthday (02.18)
02. The Courteeners – Acrylic (08.56)
03. Joe Lean & the Jing Jang Jong – Sleazy Hughes (12.46)
04. Cloud Atlas – Cigarettes & Apricots (15.54)
05. Arab Strap – There is No Ending (24.04)
06. Malcolm Middleton – The Devil & the Angel (29.32)
07. Down the Tiny Steps – Photosynth (37.29)
08. Eef Barzelay – Make Another Tree (42.19)
09. Loch Lomond – Northern, Knees, Trees & Lights (51.35)
10. The Pogues – Bolero Del Perro Listo (59.23)
11. Crash Test Dummies – Sonnet #3 (The Cold is Here) (66.52)
12. Ben Folds – You’ve Got to Learn to Live With What You Are (68.44)
13. Cold War Kids – Hair Down (81.39)
14. The Hold Steady – The Party Pit (90.22)
15. Tom Waits – Diamonds & Gold (94.11)
16. Skuobhie Dubh Orchestra – Monsieur Le Charmant (100.18)

Matthew Young

How Do You Actually Listen to Music?

Radio

Playlists are a big thing in digital music, but I am not sure how far I think their influence extends.  This is not least because playlists existed well before the mp3, in the form of mix tapes and their ilk.  Actually, I think the random function has had a bigger impact.

Basically, I have virtually no playlists.  My music collection is just too big to even begin, and now it seems too late.  Instead, I either listen to whole albums or, when feeling friskier, I stick the entire bloody thing on random.  Sites like Last FM and Pandora allow you to do something very similar – essentially we seem to be turning our music collections into our own radio stations.  In other words, as we have less pressure on physical space and almost unlimited opportunity to fill our boots with gigabytes of music files, we have expanded our definition of music that we actively want to own. Collections contain much more stuff we ‘like’, compared to the stuff we genuinely ‘love’.

It appears that collectors amass piles of music, and then purchase hard copies of the things they love the most.  For people not keen enough to make this distinction, I doubt they loved music oh so very much in the first place.  We are finding a significant disparity becoming evident between the value we place on different parts of our music collections.

Some we hoard and love – listening to it is something we do as an activity in itself, be it on vinyl or CD or even mp3 for some people.  You sit down and make time to listen to some particular record that you love.  The value of this music has not gone away, and I would be amazed to see any evidence of this sort of market suffering in the slightest on the back of the digital revolution.  Hard data to support this theory?  None of course, but it sounds sensible to me.  I would wager that even the people who are using the internets to obsessively track down obscure b-sides and live recordings would actually pay for these if there was any reasonable mechanism to actually do so.

The other sort of music is the ersatz radio we have all started accumulating.  Gigabytes of data of music we really quite like, but love?  Probably not.  Even as I consider buying my first record player in fifteen years do I worry about trying to replicate my entire mp3 collection on vinyl?  Of course not – I’ll start with Tom Waits and Nick Cave and work my way out from there.  We accumulate the other stuff precisely because we can.  It genuinely does have less value to us.  We play it while we’re drinking with friends or doing the washing up, which is just one of the reasons people feel so guilt-free in pilfering it.

Imagine, if you disagree, which you might well of course, the impact on you if you were to lose this music.  I would replace Nick Cave, Bob Dylan and Tom Waits without hesitation.  I have to have access to that music.  U2?  Well perhaps not.  Boy probably, but that might be about it, although I genuinely like hearing lots of their other stuff when it comes on.

Artists perhaps have to start accepting that a lot of the music they will sell in future, or give away, has scant value to the person consuming it.  This isn’t a bad thing.  Commercial radio is so mind-numbingly worthless at the moment that people are using this as a replacement.  Fire on the whole bloody collection on ‘random’ and music I love and plenty that I like, but would never describe myself as loving, fills the air.  This latter kind of music has a value to me, but it is not huge.  A speculative digital download of a new album actually should be offered up for no more than a couple of quid because that is about what it is worth to the purchaser.

I would even speculate, perhaps a little tenuously, that the random function has actually created markets for music where none existed before.  I emphatically would not put on or buy many Elvis Costello albums, but many of them contain songs I really enjoy when they randomly appear in the middle of an afternoon’s play on random.

As long as there is something of real value – artwork, personal communication, in-depth informations, videos, extras, bonuses and god knows what else – for the real enthusiasts and your real fans to buy should they decide that they love you, then you are faithfully representing the actual value of your work.  Downloaded files are like blog hits – there may be hundreds of them, but that doesn’t mean you have any more than a handful of dedicated fans.

All this came about because this week’s Contrast Podcast is titled ‘Random’.  You are supposed to post the first song your randomiser plays you, and it got me to thinking, which is where this post came from.

A snapshot from the Song, by Toad music collection radio station this afternoon?  Well the thing was in bloody good form actually, although only one song by a small group you may not have heard of.  Call myself a fan of obscure indie?  I should be ashamed!

Ryan Adams – New York, New York
The Wedding Present – Dare
Half Man Half Biscuit – I Hate Nerys Hughes (Yes!  Get in, randomiser!)
Down the Tiny Steps – Dinosaur Bones
Supergrass – Sometimes I Make You Sad

Matthew Young

A Frustrating Evening’s Gig-Hopping

Hopping

Hopping – hopping! D’you get it, d’you ge.. oh alright alright, simmer down. It wasn’t that bad. What else was I supposed to use for a flighty post with no real cohesion? Exactly, so pipe down in the cheap seats.

Well I was all set to pop along to the GoodBooks gig at Cabaret Voltaire on Sunday when I discovered that Down the Tiny Steps were playing in the T-Break heats down at The Liquid Rooms the very same night. I really didn’t want to miss the Tinies, especially not to see a group I was basically just taking a chance on, so I thought I’d try and do both. The result – a wholly unsatisfactory evening seeing bits and pieces of shows and never quite managing to get into anything. My mistake, but I’ve learned my lesson.

Down the Tiny Steps – T-Break Heats, Liquid Rooms Well you’ve already heard me rave about these guys, and they were no less excellent here than I expected them to be. The problem? Well they had the shitty opening slot that meant the venue was still half empty, and everyone at the gig only got to play about four or five songs, so just as I was getting into it, they were done. Live, their amalgam of mellow acoustica and playful electronica is cranked up a notch or two, and I am really looking forward to seeing how this progresses as they work towards a new album, because it works brilliantly live. They’ll be at Octopus Diamond (the old Left Banke) towards the end of May, so keep an eye out – they’re really worth seeing.

Down the Tiny Steps – Handstand

Broken Records – T-Break Heats, Liquid Rooms Not a group I’ve heard of before, but one you’ll be hearing plenty of in time to come. It’s always a good sign to see a cello, accordion and a fiddle when a band is setting up, and these fellows didn’t disappoint. They also brought a hefty crowd of fans with them who only stayed for their gig, so presumably they’re a little more organised than their ramshackle American indie-folk might suggest.

The crowd was good news though, because there was a great atmosphere for their set, helped considerably by the energy of the music itself which can most lazily be described as Zach Condon’s Beirut playing contemporary, folk-tinged Americana. They seemed pretty comfortable together as a group of musicians, in that at various times the piano, then the accordion, then the cello and occasionally the xylophone would slip into prominence, and I think this may be what I liked best about their songs.

If they can maintain the sort of musical sprightliness they showed last night, and on their homemade CD-R I managed to get hold of after the gig, then they are most definitely ones to keep an eye on as they really could go places. There is an EP being put together for release, hopefully shortly, and I will certainly be buying a copy, so stay tuned.

Broken Records – Lies
Broken Records – The Russian Song

GoodBooks – Cabaret Voltaire Well, I knew I was always taking a chance with this gig because I haven’t been overly smitten with their releases thus far and didn’t bother to buy the album. I thought I might as well give the gig a bash, given it was only a fiver, but it hasn’t really changed my opinion of their stuff. They give a really good live performance though. There’s plenty of energy and the songs all come through well, so if you are a fan then they’re definitely worth catching. I, however, am still not especially taken with them.

GoodBooks – Turn it Back

Matthew Young

Fence Heroes – Down the Tiny Steps

Down the Tiny Steps

Being a little bit of a Johnny-come-lately as far as steps of any sort are concerned I’m afraid I can’t tell you what Johnnie Common used to sound like when he was a ‘he’ rather than a ‘they’. I got into these lads by seeing the full band lineup play a superb set in support of Au Revoir Simone a couple of months back at Nice ‘n’ Sleazy’s in Glasgow. This weekend at the Fence Homegame I think Johnnie will be playing a solo set, so I’ll get a better idea then.

The full Down the Tiny Steps band show was fantastic, and as I said back then, they are a band of small gestures. There’s something about their two early albums – 16 Bit Sparks and Two Little Ducks – that has a confidently sparing quality about it. Johnnie clearly doesn’t feel obliged to throw everything at a song like many lesser songwriters do, choosing instead to use just that chord change, that rhythm or that tangential theme that is needed to give the song its heart, and no more.

This may sound odd given they use everything in their performances, from electronic gizmos I don’t know the name of to indie guitars, and in doing so manage to go from indie to downbeat electronica to sensitive singer-songwritery in a matter of moments, but it’s true. At the gig I remember their guitarist Graham Norris often playing no more than the odd repeated strum every once in a while, but it had a much more powerful effect that way. Listening to the albums, Common does a fair bit of that himself a lot of the time. He seems to have a thought, or a bit of an idea, and thereby crafts a song. It can be no more than a couple of lines long, or based around a single chord change, but it works.

There’s a new album on the way apparently, one with the full band. If I bump into Johnnie this weekend I will beg and scrape with no thought for my own dignity and hopefully persuade him to grace me with an advance promo copy – and all for you, my wonderful brood of Toadlets. For now, the first single, Aye Spy, is out and can be bought from the website, along with some of the earlier solo stuff. If you want a listen try their myspace page, as it’s up there too. For non-Homegamers, they are playing Nice ‘n’ Sleazy’s on the 26th May with another of my Fence favourites, Viva Stereo, in the first ever De-Fence gig – the electronic offshoot of recalcitrant folksters Fence Records.

Down the Tiny Steps – Revenge
Down the Tiny Steps – Set Menu The best song LemonJelly never wrote.
Down the Tiny Steps – Hold On From 16 Bit Sparks

Down the Tiny Steps – Papyrus
Down the Tiny Steps – Lighten Up From Two Little Ducks

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