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Tom enjoys a night with Fleet Foxes at Wolverhampton Civic!

Posted on 10 July 2011 by Mizzle

As the lights dimmed at the Wolverhampton Civic and the band modestly walked on stage, there was an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement. Their opener, “The Cascades”, an intricate, acoustic riff that gradually builds, lay the roots of the show to come.
The Fleet Foxes have a unique sound yet have a nostalgic feel that dates back to the 60’s and 70’s. Their enchanting harmonies and lush lead lines complement their acoustic, vintage tones. Their choral voices bounce around the whole room as if you were in a cathedral.
On stage, the Fleet Foxes have a subtle, almost shy ambiance but their music carries the whole package into an unmissable experience. Their lead singer Robin Pecknoldhas so much presence through his passion and strong vocal ability. It feels like his heart and soul have forged the tones and melodies.
The band have huge variation with many instruments with the double bass powering through in, “Bedoulin Dress”, and warm flute sounds from “Your Protector”. Their clever rhythmical composition keeps the songs interesting with catchy licks to top up the mixture.
With so many great songs from their recent album, “Helplessness Blues”, and their critically acclaimed self-titled album, “Fleet Foxes”, it’s a real musical treat. If you are slightly intrigued about this band then you must go the extra step and see these guys live because it’s one of the best shows I’ve seen.

Tom Chapple

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Rob Stoubos at Whitesnake – Wolverhampton Civic Hall

Posted on 09 July 2011 by Mizzle

Whitesnake are known for their hard rock anthems of the 80s, but David Coverdale’s contribution to British music stems all the way back to Deep Purple in the mid-70s, right up to today, when they are still influencing melodic hard rock and bluesy bands.
Whitesnake night at the Wolverhampton Civic Hall – one of the most anticipated concerts in my whole 28 years. I’d seen Whitesnake once before, at the Download Festival in 2011. That day, outside in the burning heat, they were brilliant.
I was very excited about seeing them perform inside a smaller and more intimate venue, like The Civic.
But the night started with an entirely different sort of headbanging! This was probably the most bizarre accident of my life.
Having arrived home after a long day at work and getting ready in a hurry, I stepped out of the door just as it started pouring with rain. I ducked for cover and ran towards my car, quickly swinging the door open to get out of the rain. Then thwack! I somehow managed to run head-first into the door.
My brow was split open by the impact and, I must say, cut rather deeply. In a split second, I had a decision to make – go to A&E and get urgently-needed treatment for my oncoming concussion… or go pick up Chris and watch Whitesnake. There was no question. I was going to see Whitesnake and nothing was going to stop me!
I quickly fixed a rock’n’roll bandage to my forehead and headed off.
By the time we got there, it was packed, and we only caught the end of The Union’s set, but my ears liked what they heard. After a quick drink, the lights went down, and it was like the 80s never left us.
Whitesnake sprang to life, blasting out hits Best Years, Give Me All Your Love and the classic ballad Is this Love? The women were swooning to David Coverdale’s fruity vocal charms, the men raising their hands in the air and singing at the top of their lungs.
It had to go down as one of the best reactions to the start of a gig I’ve witnessed.
At nearly 60, David Coverdale was born to sing, he sings from the gut in a style completely of his own. And there is no doubt he has plenty left in the tank.
Midway through the set, he stopped to comment on some guy who’d flashed his wife’s breasts at the stage, before the band delved into material from their new album, including the single Love Will Set You Free and the moving title track Forevermore.
We were treated to guitar solos from the masters and an amazing drum solo from Brian Tichy. The guy must have used up a substantially-large tree of drum sticks – I counted at least 20 being thrown up in the air.
The band rounded off with a powerhouse of classics: Ain’t No Love in the Heart of the City, Here I Go Again and the devilishly-sleazy, riff-tastic Still of the Night.
Several young girls around us were crying with joy. My cousin and I were completely blown away by the power of Coverdale’s voice, and the musicianship of the band.
It was clear they had given it their all.
I salute Whitesnake for making it a night to remember – despite the concussion. I hope they keep on rocking Forevermore.

Full Set-List:
• Best Years
• Give Me All Your Love
• Love Ain’t No Stranger
• Is This Love
• Steal Your Heart Away
• Forevermore
• Love Will Set You Free
• Guitar Duel
• My Evil Ways (into Guitar Solos, Drum Solo)
• Fare Thee Well
• Slide It In (part only)
• Ain’t No Love In The Heart Of The City (Bobby “Blue” Bland cover)
• Fool For Your Lovin’
• Here I Go Again

Encore:
• Still Of The Night

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DIO Disciples – Wolverhampton Slade Rooms

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DIO Disciples – Wolverhampton Slade Rooms

Posted on 18 June 2011 by Mizzle

“We rock You!”

A Wednesday night in Wolverhampton, streets are deserted pubs are empty! Infact the British summer time is as depressing as the economy that is unless you’re a punter turning up for tonight’s gig at the Slade Rooms.

You would be forgiven for thinking this is just another tribute act or perhaps another band booked just to cover the under sale of Smokey bacon crisps.

The Midlands was always the back yard of industry, pioneering grimey units tucked away in back streets with the terraced houses unaware of what was being created.  The relentless thud of the steel machines hammering away and red hot furnaces burning red into the night sky……

That’s exactly what was happening tonight, a chorus of steel and fire tearing through the Victorian foundations of Broad Street, the odd collection of stragglers outside the kebab shop completely unaware of what was tearing up the foundations of Wolverhampton.

Step forward ripper Owens, Toby Jepson and co…… Ripper Owens strikes me as the fans fan, a man that was plucked from obscurity; the punter propped at the end of the bar with the dreams of being the focal point. Ronnie James may have been knee high to a grasshopper but boy did he pack a punch, and there was also more than the odd occasion when he could do soul – so take Toby Jepson and Ripper Owens a perfect combination of chainsaw flesh tearing aggression mixed with lashings of soulful heart and vocal chord revs.  Mix that up with over 4 decades of dio musicians and you’re in for a treat.

Trying to cram all of that into 1.5 hour session was about as easy as stopping the titanic leak water, Dio, Rainbow & Heaven and Hell hits taking a swipe at your face like a fearsome left from Tyson.  Just as Owens had removed his sun glasses you were being whipped in the face by Jepson’s locks and if that wasn’t enough to keep you entertained, you had Scott Warren on keyboards as mad as a marsh hare on acid, the flawless Craig Goldy on guitar, chief tub thumper Simon Wright and James Lomenzo on bass.

The encore was a fitting tribute, ‘we rock you’ and rock you they did, see the simple truth is they just don’t make them like they used too…as the sweaty leather and denim poured out into the street no one could have said a bad word, even if they could have been heard.

This wasn’t just a group of musicians here for the money nor even the fame…’someone’s screaming my name, come and make me holy again’ and that they did!

Review By Chris Knight

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Martyn enjoys ‘An Evening with Frank Turner’

Posted on 01 June 2011 by Mizzle

An Evening with Frank Turner, The Slade Rooms, Wolverhampton, Sunday May 22nd 2011

Opening act, Reading based Ben Marwood walked onstage with his acoustic guitar to nothing more than polite applause but during his half hour set, he gradually won the sparse crowd over. From opening number Question Marks, through to the crowd pleasing Oh My Days. Marwood showed plenty of wit and charm as well as a decent knack for getting the crowd involved.

By the time Brooklyn native, Franz Nicolay took to the stage in full suit, trilby and smiling from under his upturned moustache, it was clear he was going to entertain. The biggest clue to this was the accordion strapped to his chest. As he traded banter with a gradually swelling crowd, including name dropping everyone from Bill Murray to Social Distortion, he worked his way through a set that was musically accomplished on both accordion and banjo as well as lyrically well constructed, but ultimately left a portion of the audience confused as to what exactly they were witnessing.

Having the chance to see Frank Turner perform completely solo in an intimate venue is an experience that may not be possible for much longer due to his rapidly increasing popularity. This summer amongst other festival appearances both here and around Europe, he’s headlining the third stage at Download and playing the main stage at Reading and Leeds. The reception for him was therefore understandable. After getting recent singles Try This At Home and I Still believe out of the way early, Turner settled into a mix of new songs from his upcoming fourth studio album, England Keep My Bones as well as his more well known songs from the Poetry of The Deed and Love Ire & Song albums. After pulling the crowd together for a rousing air harmonica session for Dan’s Song, an ode to chilled out, summer days with friends, Turner moved on to The Ballad of Steve, a hilarious true story about the flight attendant who quit his job in spectacular style in 2010. The acapella English Curse, telling the tale of the aftermath of the Norman invasion of Britain showcased the strength of Turner’s voice and didn’t disappoint. After a couple more fan favourites, in the form of The Road and Photosynthesis, the time came for the traditional encore. Here, he thankfully favoured the direct continuation option, getting help from Nicolay and Marwood in performing a cover of the Postal Service song The District Sleeps Alone Tonight, before finally closing with the anthemic The Ballad of Me and My Friends. The crowd showed their appreciation throughout the set and Turner was comfortable feeding off the energy with plenty of joking and audience participation between songs and if he performs to this level on the festival tour, he’s sure to gain an even bigger following and he’s certainly earned it.