December 2006
In the launch of a new acoustic tour in 2007 - to
feature such luminaries as Emma Pollock, BMX Bandits
and My Latest Novel - the lineup of acts on this launch
night wasn't too shabby either, with three acts lining
up to entertain dedicated fans and industry scenesters
alike. (Product placement alert, sample packages to the
address below - it's officially the Versacoustic night
and tour; named after the sponsor's new lager, tiny
shot-sized glasses of which fuel the throng... review:
basically a lager version of their Tennents Velvet and
as such rather more palatable than their usual brand of
festival-floating brew.)
The Yellow Bentines, oddly, were best placed for the
gig in many respects. Perhaps playing to a more sober
and appreciative audience, their piano-driven brand of
acoustic pop - relax, more Ben Folds and Badly Drawn
Boy than Keane - contains a few good hooks and that
can't-quite-place-it familiarity in the singer's tones.
But the distinctive (read: Unique Selling Point, for
the marketers present) is the mournful trumpet which
flits in and out of the sparse mix and has any doubters
who asked 'who?' when the bill was announced eating
their words.
This isn't a question you might ask of Popup. Today is
their hundredth gig (ever? this month?) but a rarity,
as a drummer-less 3-piece. Though happily Adrienne is
participating - I say happily less because of any
predictable 'glamour' aspect (we can't see the band
anyway) and more that her pure harmonies are one
standout feature of Popup's music. Truth be told, the
acoustic setup isn't perfect for them - it does
showcase their versatility such as when bassist Michael
joins them for a bass-and-vocals-only 'Stagecoach' -
but the unplugged nature does stop them from, put
simply, rocking out. Indeed, there are only so many
songs they can strip down from their electric roots, so
there's even a cover of 'All of Me', which works well
enough. If they're to play another 100 gigs in the same
short time then such diversions will hopefully keep
them fresh.
James Yorkston is a man familiar with acoustic work, as
you might expect from a Fence artist. Without his
Athletes, this is a decidedly low-key set, to the point
where, when he opens his set, half the audience don't
even realise he..s taken the stage until a round of
'shhh' quietens the throng.
Later Yorkston joins in with the crowd-quietening
measures - 'caught shushing at my own gig!' he chastens
himself - but inbetween there's a period of calm, and
hes able to run through 'Someplace Simple', invite a
female backing singer onstage (lovely harmonies, dodgy
whistling), and even fulfill a request, for 'A Friday
Night In New York'.
There's also a cover of a song by some friends who,
we're informed, ate down at the SECC supporting
Placebo. This turns out to be the Archie Bronson
Outfit..s ..Ballad For the Bleeding Hearts.. and works
considerably better than the original. And better than
the song which follows, owing to its being in 'A' and
Yorkston's harmonica being in E flat minor.
Moothie-wielding former Bluebell Ken McCluskey stumbles
onstage in a bid to sort things out but the resulting
yowl sound merely doubles the cat-strangulation
quotient. Though it does have a sobering effect on the
audience, which at this point in the proceedings, is
just what was required.
Stuart McHugh (
Is This Music?)