The day we gave Garvey the Elbow

I like Guy Garvey. I really do. The wife and I have spent many a relaxing Sunday evening just chilling out to his laid back tone and low-key musical selections on his BBC 6 Music show. What's more, The Seldom Seen Kid was one of my favourite albums of 2008. Some grumbled at the time that the disc's Mercury music win was more of a vote of sympathy for a bunch of old geezers who had been plugging away for almost two decades than an acknowledgement of any true artistic achievement. Although I'd still dispute these misanthropes, their bitter commentary now sounds somewhat prescient.

This year has seen a number of high-profile festival appearances for the band, plus the release of Build A Rocket Boys! their fifth studio album. I have to confess I misheard the lyrics of Lippy Kids as Build A Rocking Horse. Perhaps this isn't surprising, as the LP deals with the subject of nostalgia and childhood, and lacks the elements of menacing nastiness that undercut the stadium  swagger of previous tracks such as Grounds For Divorce. 

Despite the increasing cosiness of a band, that according to Garvey is becoming very comfortable with the joys of fatherhood, we leapt at the chance to see Elbow at the Apolo in Barcelona on 20th November. For those that don't know, it's an old-fashioned music-hall style venue in the heart of the city's theatreland, with atmospheric lighting and pretty good acoustics. The band had been slated for the seating-only Poble Nou Casino, but as they are now a stadium act, the lads apparently felt happier with the larger venue.

Arriving at the Apolo for the umpteenth time we were in for a shock. Apart from the fact that most of the crowd seemed to be British, there was a really peculiar demographic. Middle-aged couples such as ourselves jostled politely with pensioners and children in their early teens. What seems to have happened is that a bunch of UK forty-somethings had packed up granny and the kids for a musical trip to Catalonia. It's been recently shown that the age of UK festival attendees has risen dramatically in the last few years, and this gig seemed to be an illustration of this.

However, it wasn't the age profile of the audience I found disturbing - after all I'm getting used to being the oldest git in the room at concerts these days, and having a few wrinklies in the room made me feel a little less exposed. The problem I had was the flashbacks this happy-clappy crowd gave me.  When I was about twelve years old, my parents took me to see The Spinners at Crawley Sports Centre, and now, 32 years later I was looking around the audience, half expecting my mum and dad to be there, clapping along to The Birds.

The band itself were in exceptional musical form. Garvey's voice was CD-perfect. And acoustically, the change of venue had paid off handsomely.

But.

Garvey was just too twee for me. Despite him being increasingly tipsy and letting out the occasional fuck, the performance was anodyne O2-Arena-Simply-Red-ness at its worst. What in moderation could have been amusingly whimsical asides became increasingly cloying. Band-led hand-clapping during slow numbers, and every other song being "dedicated to YOU, Barcelona!" added to the feeling of a Blackpool singalong without the knowing camp. By the time the entire band were standing around the piano toasting their two decades together - and act that can only be described as Doonicanesque - I was ready for the sick bucket.

At the end of the encore, Garvey seemed ready to redeem himself  by referring negatively to the day's General Election in which the right-wing Partido Popular had won an absolute majority, to the dismay of most Catalans. So did we get Leaders Of The Free World to see us off into the night?  Did we fuck. The band played A Day Like This as they always do.

Time to Build A Rocking Chair, Guy. Here's the video.

The Maus That Roars

On Saturday night (26th November) John Maus was nervously smoking and drinking strong coffee outside the Poble Nou Casino in Barcelona. But this was more than standard pre-gig nerves. Maus had recently come from Madrid, where the night before he had performed at the Círculo de Bellas Artes to a largely hostile audience.

He was reportedly abused, and had beer and even a hamburger thrown at him. It was not something he was used to, and even described the experience as the "worst night of my life". He was hopeful that be would receive a warmer reception in the Catalan capital.

So what went wrong in Madrid?  And why was did Maus become a trending topic in Twitter - mostly due to the huge number of abusive and threatening Tweets aimed directly at him? Well, some described the concert as the worst they'd ever experienced. They were expecting a conventional performance - and John Maus does not do conventional. John Maus does strange. To be specific, he sings, screams and roars over backing tapes of this songs, whilst variously hitting himself in the head, beating his chest and violently swaying backwards and forwards.

This unconventional approach did not go down well in Madrid at all. Maus was forced to cut what is never a particularly long set short, and retire backstage. But Barcelona was different. Despite being in a seated venue, the audience at the Poble Nou casino were incredibly enthusiastic, rushing to the edge of the stage, filling the aisles and even (in the case of  members of  Catalan band Villaroel) trying to take part in Maus's traumatic performance.

Clearly the Barcelona audience had taken him to their hearts. The question is - was it purely due to the enthusiasm of the spectators to Maus's art, or was there an element of the Catalans wanting to show Madrid music fans that they were more open-minded, and culturally superior? Some exchanges on Twitter certainly indicated that some Madrileños suspect the latter.

The argument of the more constructive critics of the Madrid performance was that what Maus does on stage is performance art, not a "concert" and thus not a worthy addition to Primavera Sound. I disagree. I think that one of the great things about PS is its diversity. I also wonder who would decide on the difference between the categories, and under what criteria.

One reason I wanted to see John Maus live was because of the extreme nature of the criticism against him. "If he's pissed that many people off, he must be doing something right," was my reasoning. And I wasn't disappointed. I found the performance thrilling, brave and honest. You don't have to agree with me, of course, but I would like you to watch at least some of the video below before making your mind up. You could also read Primavera Sound's take on the Madrid gig and Maus's unique approach.

EMA - Sala Apolo 2 - 27 Nov 2011

Let's start at the end. After almost two dozen bands over the last ten days I really wasn't in the mood to be dragged out on a cold Sunday afternoon by my spouse. As usual, my instincts were wrong, and my wife was right.  And even more correct to insist that we stay to the end of the festival and see yet another astonishing performance.

		Erika M. Anderson and her band were a revelation and an incredible way to finish off PC11. Starting the set with a name-sake Laurie-like breathy monologue about a dog falling through ice (and sexual abuse?)  she went on to rock an audience too exhausted to do much more than applaud.
	One of the many high points was an amazing version of The Violent Femme's Add It Up. As she yelled "Why can't I get just one fuck?" it crossed my mind that maybe she scares 'em off. And I mean that as a compliment.

All Gigged Out

This is a blog that just doesn't want to be born. I've tried several times to get it started and other stuff just got in the way. And thankfully, most of that stuff has been concerts. Take a look at the bands I've seen in the last week and maybe you'll see why.

19th November: Vic Godard & Subway Sect
20th:  Howling Bells, Elbow
23rd: Villarroel,  Veronica Falls
24th: Capitán, Spectrals, JEFF The Brotherhood, The Pop Group
25th: Still Corners, St. Vincent, Girls, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Stephen Malkmas & The Jinks
26th: Gem Club, Gary War, John Maus, High Places, Hyetal, Factory Floor

That's right - Primavera Club is here and there's no rest for the wicked music fan until after he's seen Furguson, Autumn Comets and EMA in a couple of hours time. After that I'll give my opinions on the bands I've seen, including some video footage in shot on the Barcelona Beat Jerki-Cam.

In the meantime, here's one of the highspots of the festival so far.