1,464 TONY VISCONTI AND WOODY WOODMANSEY’S HOLY HOLY, Bristol O2 Academy, Friday 11th September 2026

 

I’m absolutely bloody hopeless, me… my full intention, after retiring last September on less income than my last job so needing to tighten the purse-strings, was to go to fewer gigs in 2026. A target of low-40s was mooted, rather than the copious 59 I attended in 2025. So where do we stand right now? Well, on target to equal – or even exceed – last year’s total, if you’re interested…! And this is exactly the type of gig I should have declined, insofar as it’s a band I’ve seen recently (last May, gig 1,388); Holy Holy, David Bowie’s veteran 1970’s acolytes Mick “Woody” Woodmansey (drummer for his 70’s band Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars) and bassist/ producer Tony Visconti, keeping the Bowie material “live” onstage, along with an ensemble cast of expert players and Heaven 17’s excellent vocalist Glenn Gregory. It was a great gig last time out, but money-wise I really should have knocked this one back… however the “Final Tour” strap-line for this jaunt persuaded me otherwise. Woodmansey and Visconti are 76 and 82 (!) respectively, so no surprise that they may be packing in this “live” malarkey. So OK then, one final time…

Fellow Bowie devotee Beef was up for it as well, so off we went, parking up in the usual Trenchard Street multi story but noting the pre-payment facility had been removed. Bah! Let’s hope the app works as easy as claimed… into the O2 Priority queue, grabbing a barrier spot house right on entry, pretty much in the same place as last year, and coincidentally, next to Jude and Liv, the same mum and daughter combo as last year! There also with friends Mark and Sarah, some lively Bowie-centric chat (mainly led by Jude, AKA “The Thin White Duchess (!)”) easily swallowed up the wait until 8.30, when the lights dimmed after a fiddly back line check, and the brooding synth tones of “Low”’s “Warsawa” again heralded the 8-piece band onstage, Mr. Visconti looking a little frail and clearly being helped on by a roadie. The louche figure of vocalist Glenn Gregory took the stage last, inflecting the serious lyric of the desolate, apocalyptic funereal march opener “Five Years” with suitable gravitas, then the jagged, grandiose and tempo changing psych classic “Width Of A Circle” kicked matters into a higher gear, Gregory announcing, “just so you don’t forget, we have 2 legends [in Visconti and Woodmansey] onstage tonight!” 

Once again, this virtuoso band of expert players delivered a consummate performance of this fabled and oh-so-familiar material, happily concentrating on the Master’s early 70’s input, repeatedly mining the likes of “Hunky Dory”, “Ziggy Stardust” (the stomping glam riffery of the title track being dispensed early with aplomb, Visconti ruing at its conclusion, “I could have been a Spider…!”) and “Aladdin Sane” for choice cuts. The Berlin café sleaze of “Time” drew an almost coquettish vocal from Gregory before the soaring build to the choral hook; a soaring, singalong “Changes” featured some lovely sax licks from Visconti’s daughter Jessica Lee Morgan; and guitarist James Stevenson (who was excellent throughout) gave a heartfelt tribute to former Spider Mick Ronson, dedicating a beautiful and note-perfect “8 Line Poem” to his memory and to his daughter Lisa, present tonight, the audience rapt and suitably reverentially hushed.

Woodmansey himself then took centre stage on the jagged and rhythmic “Panic In Detroit”, delivering a drumming tour de force, then fellow “Aladdin” cut “Drive In Saturday” was again a stunning highlight, the doo-wop sway ceding to a joyous singalong choral hook and some lengthy-held vocal notes from Gregory. The Heaven 17 frontman (who throughout balanced an energetic and kinetic frontperson performance with a reverence for both of his veteran bandmates and the source material) then delivered the lengthy exposition into Holy Holy’s history, particularly following the great man’s untimely demise, the subsequent piano-led “Life On Mars” emotive, emotional and quite, quite magnificent. Set highlight? Of course… 

The none-more-glam cosmic folk rocker “Moonage Daydream” brought the set to a close, the band then returning with an ebullient Gregory remarking, “can you imagine how much fun this is for me? I should be down there [in the crowd], I’m just a fan…!”. The stark, elegiac “Where Are We Now” (the sole non-70’s choice tonight) weaved a sombre spell, before final number “Rebel Rebel” rounded off the evening on a more appropriate buoyant, singalong and inclusive vibe. The band then took a deserved bow after a near 2 hour set, with Messrs Visconti and Woodmansey directly thanking the audience, Tony deadpanning, “it’s amazing that Woody and I lived long enough to do this!” and Woody himself demonstrating a nice line in “fuck”s!

A roadie handed me a ripped up setlist in 3 parts (no worries, that’s why we have Sellotape!) and I met Gloucester friend Simon and his lovely wife Sarah for a brief chat, then Mr. Woodmansey himself outside, grabbing a word, handshake and signature from the predictably besieged but friendly drummer. Our app payment was happily easy, and we then inched down the hill to the Bearpit, but had a good run afterwards, home for 11.30 reflecting on the show. Another amazing night in virtuoso musical company, maybe for that one last time, celebrating the life and works of one of the, if not THE, most influential musical and cultural icons of our time. ”Icon” is a sadly overused word these days, but it suits David Bowie like no one else; I often call him “the man who invented music” and given his influence on pretty much everything I listen to, he might as well have been…! A gig I should have knocked back? Maybe, but hoo boy, am I glad I didn’t!

1,463 THE 2026 SWINDON SHUFFLE, Swindon The Victoria, Thursday 10th and Saturday 12th September 2026

 

It’s September, it must be Swindon Shuffle time… However, due to another gig and other family commitments, my sampling of the wares dished up this year by the now-20 year running local original band multi-venue, weekend-long showcase was going to be potentially brief… but hey, at least it would be better than 2022-2024, when I was absent from the whole shebang altogether! This time though, my intent from the outset was at least to catch up with an old friend in an old/ new band, plus some visiting Oxonians who’d impressed last time out, and maybe…. just maybe… sneak out on Saturday for some more Orange…!

So, Thursday saw me driving up the hill for my 9^th Swindon gig of 2026 (again, a vast improvement on last year’s measly 2!), dumping the motor behind the Donk after a slight parking-mare and hitting the Vic just before 7.45. A quick chat with Shuffle Head Honcho Ed and old mate Paul C, before LOOPHOLE, first band on tonight, took the stage. They immediately set out their stall with a indie pop opener with jazzy pop notes and impressively strident vocals from strong female lead Romey Smogur. This set the tone for a similarly tuneful set which also featured elements of Kula Shaker psych-Britpop (“Girl”), pastoral St. Etienne/ Cardigans vibes (the big chorus of “Latch”) and even some 80’s wine bar jazzy pop stylings. I particularly enjoyed their broodier, darker final number “Escape” (which they’re apparently playing in a forthcoming new band showcase at the Royal Albert Hall!) but could have done without the slightly jarring cover of Jet’s stomping “Are You Gonna Be My Girl”; overall, though, this was a listenable and well-delivered set for such a young band, Romey in particular demonstrating bundles of charisma and a fair set of pipes. Nice! 

Took a watching brief as the BLOWBACKS, that aforementioned old/ new band, set up… Led by friend Gareth of the very fine Abstraction Engine, my only previous Blowbacks viewing was a short cover song set at “12 Bands Of Xmas” waaaay back in 2013 (gig 899), before I even knew the man. For this newly resurrected Blowbacks iteration, however, it seemed he’d roped in all of his fellow AE bandmates, plus saxophonist Kitty, which promised – and happily delivered – much. “Back Yourself” led the charge and set the tone with a robust and layered slice of proto psych Britpop, the rest of the set largely following suit, with late period Beatles and more obviously “Giant Steps”-era Boo Radleys influences looming large. Conversely, this meant the set felt much more coherent than their parent band’s usual fayre (AE are a fine band but can tend to be somewhat stylistically scattergun), with the sweeping, symphonic (and short!) “Ever Decreasing” and brash indie banger finale “Spin A Coin”, which cut the engines midway through before accelerating to a frantic and noisy crescendo outro, also highlights. A little ragged and unrehearsed at the edges, sure, but who wants note-perfect anyway? This was a fine way to celebrate Gareth’s Shuffle Anniversary, the man apparently having appeared on the first ever Shuffle bill! 

A few words with Gareth and the rest of the Abstraction (Blowbacks?) boys, and I was back in situ, house left, for WILDERNESS STATES at 9.20. They’d impressed with some brooding yet epic and widescreen indie at the Castle in July (gig 1,454) and maintained that favourable impression with a vignette set of similar pastoral, brooding yet stately alt/ indie, building to their trademark soaring choruses, showcasing another impressive female voice in Shauna Reed. Opener “Split” was a suitably windswept and open number building to a strident hook; the elegiac “Molasses” was drum-powered to an impassioned choral delivery from Shauna; and a later “Black White Red” was again my highlight, a more upbeat coruscating pseudo-goth jangle with a proper choral gallop. The change of pace closer “Bonny Bear” was an initial slow burn, picking up momentum to a more strident final crescendo, rounding off another fine and evocative set from these “honorary Swindonians”, Shauna commenting, “we’ve played Swindon a few times now – we love it!”

STAY LUNAR were on in short order at 10.15; I’ve enjoyed them at past Shuffles but tonight they seemed a little anodyne after the stately majesty of Wilderness States and bullish buoyant psych of Blowbacks, so after a couple of their nonetheless layered wall of Smiths/ Aztecs indie jangle numbers, I left them and the increasingly full crowd to it, joining various folks outside for a chat and some cool air. Back in for SL’s penultimate number which was a little different, more textural and shoegazey in feel, and a more metronomic riff-fuelled closer. Strong finish then, maybe I should have stayed for the full set… anyway, that was it for me, so I headed off home, mission accomplished after the Blowbacks and Wilderness States’ sets! 

Shuffle Friday was always going to be a miss from me as it clashed with my previously booked Holy Holy reprise in Bristol (gig 1,464) and Saturday looked awkward; however after some family rearrangements I was able to slip out about 20 to 10, hitting a full Vic room just as I SEE ORANGE were setting up. Happily, the Vic was running to time and Giselle (who’d complimented my Pixies teeshirt as I moved to the front, house right) kicked the band into gear with an urgent Veruca Salt-alike “La Bruja”, drummer Charlie Hart already propelling this post-grunge powerpop number purposefully along. The brooding bass intro of “Love Me Too” ceded to some savage slashing Nirvana-like quiet/ loud riff dynamics, the band initially struggling with some slightly muddy and murky sound but powering through with their trademark dynamism. Giselle plugged their album before a down and dirty, almost bluesy “Crow Field”, which also featured a sneering choral vocal and abrupt mid-song buffer stop, before a build to a noisy crescendo. Giselle then dodged a flying drumstick, squealing, “[Charlie] always tries to kill me!” before an excellent “Wine Boy”, guitarist Cameron effortlessly switching from its’ almost jangly strumalong verse into the roaring choral riff. Giselle exclaimed to the full room, “It was a pleasure to play for you tonight!” before strident sleazy set closer “Mental Rot” rounded off another rousing and dynamic I See Orange set, which hopefully won over some new fans tonight.

And that was me Shuffled out! A quick chat with both old friends Rich and Helen May, and compliments to a buoyant band, before my brief Saturday Shuffling was over, home before 11! Overall, a bit of a toe in the water this year due to circumstance, but hopefully I’ll be able to immerse myself more fully next time. Either way, congratulations to the Swindon Shuffle for its 20^th Anniversary – see you next year for the 21^st!

1,462 I SEE ORANGE, Adders, Sad Cult, Swindon The Victoria, Thursday 3rd September 2026

 

It’s déjà vu all over again, as they say! A swift 28 days after seeing impressive new local newcomers I See Orange up the Vic (gig 1,456), I’m back here again for them! This time it’s the actual Album Launch Party of their debut full-length effort “Pining For Apollo”, which, happily for us latecomers (my jumping-on point with them being January’s “Swinterfest”, gig 1,426) scoops up a number of previously released tracks into a part debut, part retrospective for these local grunge-adjacent 90’s referencing alt-rockers. Either way, along with the likes of Grandmas House and Man/Woman/Chainsaw, I See Orange are proving to be one of my favourite “live” new band discoveries this year, so here we go again…

Feeling a little achey still after Tuesday’s Shannon/ Narducy gig, I left it late heading up the hill, luckily still finding a free loading bay parking spot at the top. Into a sparsely attended venue at 20 past 8; maybe folks were anticipating another couple of poor ISO support acts as per last month’s gig… me, I’m always happy to support the support, but was also hoping that tonight’s lot would be better than last time. So here goes… first up, Weymouth trio Sad Cult kicked off with a bludgeoning riff heavy sleazoid grunge opener “Let’s Drive”, setting the tone for a 90’s influenced noisy and hard rocking set well suited to tonight’s headliners. Initially more Corgan than Cobain (particularly the vocalist’s slightly reedy tones) and with some mid-set numbers putting the riff before the tune and thus a little heavy going for me, they nonetheless finished strongly with a Radish-like “Perfect Perfume”, then their best number in a drumroll-powered and dynamic “Outcry” and similarly stompy closer “Hate/ Love”. Fine finish; let’s have some more like that, lads!

Took some I See Orange merch (that new album/ CD, plus a splendid black tee) back to the car before main support, painfully young 4-piece Adders. Their opening salvo consisted of a couple of incoherent, breakneck-fast numbers recalling “Shiiine On” regulars Deja Vega, before slowing things down with some quiet/loud emo/grungy dynamics, and one final number which nicked T Rex’ “20^th Century Boy” riff. A little stylistically schizophrenic, then, and with a paucity of tunes (either that, or they were buried underneath the speed onslaught), they suffered in comparison with the openers (who at least seem to have a more defined musical identity), but props to them; they’ve certainly got time on their hands to develop…

Happily, the place was fuller by 10 p.m, as I See Orange finished their line check and vocalist Giselle greeted us with a, “hello everyone!”, outlining their intent to play the album in full and asking us to come closer (I was stage front, house right – couldn’t have been more closer, me!). So, opener “Allow Me” set the tone with 90’s post-grunge dynamics aligned with a downbeat brooding vibe and almost snarling vocals from the kinetic Giselle, and “Mental Rot”, next up, (the singer commenting, “weird to play this [live favourite] so early in the set – but we’re keeping to the album [order] for you…”) was its’ usual Veruca Salt sleazoid strut, Giselle’s vocals a more coquettish, particularly on the “you make me feel… incredible!” choral hookline.

Judging by tonight’s performance, “Pining For Apollo” should be a fine listen, particularly blasted out in the car on a late night journey home. Referencing those 90’s grunge guitar years and with a slight lack of tempo variation, sure, but the hooks will win out on record, and certainly the band’s dynamism and verve and particularly Giselle’s warm, welcoming charisma will keep me coming back “live”. “La Bruja” was an early highlight, an urgent and upbeat Riot Grrrrl sleaze-fest; Giselle complained, “I’m regretting wearing this dress – I can’t move as much as I normally do!” before a spookier “Hexed” which featured an impressive choral squeal from, the singer; and “Wine Boy” continued to underline its’ status as my likely favourite ISO number and candidate for my “Best Of 2026” CD with its infectiously groovy growling 90’s vibe.

A later “Doll Guts” was more slow-burn, recalling Scarce’s classic “All Sideways”, before “Violent Reunion” was almost Husker Du-like in its’ thrashing cacophonous crescendos, imposing guitarist Cameron (against whose frame his guitar looks tiny!) riffing away furiously and dynamically. Profuse thanks from Giselle preceded a more structured and almost powerpop closer “Slept At Last”, rounding off another fine set from a band quickly delivering on their promise. Caught up with gig buddy Jo afterwards, before brief chats with the band, wishing them luck on their weekend London headliner, then home for 11.30. I hope this album provides the launchpad they deserve, but whether they break out of the ‘don or not, I’ll be déjà vu-ing I See Orange at every available opportunity!

1,461 MICHAEL SHANNON, JASON NARDUCY and friends play R.E.M’s “LIFE’S RICH PAGEANT”, Bristol Thekla, Tuesday 1st September 2026

 

“A brilliant night’s rock was then ultimately climaxed with heartfelt thanks from Shannon, [and] a promise to return next year to tour “Life’s Rich Pageant” (my favourite R.E.M album! Yay!)”… These were my comments from one of my top gigs of last year, namely the project band of Bob Mould’s right-hand man Jason Narducy and imposing, lantern-jawed US actor Michael Shannon (plus seriously proficient backing band) tearing Bristol Thekla a new one with their rendition of hallowed US alt-rock pioneers R.E.M’s “Fables Of The Reconstruction” album, plus a smattering of deep cuts from the Athens, GA. legends’ back catalogue for good measure (gig 1,397). No way was I going to miss a subsequent run-through of “Pageant”, my favourite R.E.M album (hell, one of my favourite albums by anyone, full stop), so as soon as this gig was confirmed waay back last November, they had my money!

Anticipation high, I set off early to try to get a decent spot at 6.30 doors, ultimately securing a stage front position underneath the hanging speakers, house right. Chatted with folks down the front, including a young female couple who were primarily there to support Sloan bassist Chris Murphy, in the band tonight! Jeremy arrived shortly afterwards and we caught up before roadies did a final line check just after ¼ past 7! This was going to be an early one, then… Sure enough, the lights dimmed and a mournful “Abide With Me” emanated from the PA as the band took the stage at 7.30 prompt, launching into the rock-solid beat of “Pageant” opener “Begin The Begin”, Shannon’s low, gravelly tones already a feature and suiting the number perfectly. “Begin” segued seamlessly into the hurtling rollercoaster of a blistering “These Days”, likely the best double-whammy opener I’ve seen “live” this year, causing me to break out into as much whirling dervish dance as my 61 year old bones could muster. “So amazing to be back on this boat!” exclaimed Shannon at its’ conclusion, “we’re glad to start [our UK tour] here!” Glad to have you, folks! 

“Life’s Rich Pageant” stands out for me in R.E.M’s canon not just due to an utterly stellar set of tunes (“Side 1” in particular featuring 2 of my 3 all-time favourite R.E.M tracks), but also by the fact that it feels like a band finally finding their identity, a crossroads album transitioning the band from their more introspective jangly/ gothic Americana roots, and into a more thrillingly expansive rock dynamic, with Michael Stipe’s vocals particularly much more to the fore, paving the way for their elevation to stadium level fame. It’s an album I return to again and again, so was hoping Shannon, Narducy and co. would step up accordingly and do it proper justice “live”. And hoo boy, did they, and then some… “Fall On Me” was plaintive, yearning and utterly beautiful; “Cuyahoga” the majestic highlight of the “Pageant” run through for me, both elegiac and euphoric in equal measure; and “the dance song” of “Underneath The Bunker” saw Shannon throw shapes behind the squeezebox flamenco rhythm and Narducy’s haunting “whoo” backing vocals, rounding off side 1 of the album – or, “the Dinner Side” as Shannon had recently been advised by a reporter at Newport Folk Festival (“you knew already? Oh…”). “The Supper Side” continued with quality levels maintained; “Flowers Of Guatemala” was a mournful breath-catching elegy, followed by the banjo intro to a brilliantly jaunty and silly “I Believe”; “What If We Give It Away” was preceded by Shannon advising, “a bit of trivia – R.E.M never performed this “live”!”, a punter then shouting “fuck ‘em!” and Shannon brilliantly retorting with, “we’ll relay the message…”; and the unhinged punk rock of “Just A Touch” required – and received – a similarly dynamic, wild-eyed performance from the singer.

The shortest of breaks, following a rapturous ovation at the end of album closer “Superman”, saw the band back on, promising to, “go all over the catalogue”. The early descending Byrds-ian jangle of “Gardening At Night” was an irresistible groove; “Murmur”’s “Moral Kiosk” saw both Shannon and Narducy indulge in Adam Ant-like yodels over its’ angular, off-kilter rhythm; and “How The West Was Won” a brooding spaghetti Western soundtrack shimmer. Following an unplanned “Burning Down” (Shannon deadpanning, “we’re on a boat, and this is about a tragedy on a boat”) we got the news we were hoping for, Shannon coyly asking, “would you like us to come back and do “Document”?” to cheers of acclamation, the subsequent “taster” of a savage, cascading “Fireplace” drawing an exemplary elastic-limbed performance from drummer Jon Wurster. The singalong “Great Beyond” then rounded off a quite stunning 1 ½ hours of prime rock, this brilliant band playing these hallowed tunes with both reverence and (dare I say it?) ownership. 

A 4 song encore saw Shannon and keyboardist Vijay Tellis-Nayak deliver a beautiful, affecting “Nightswimming” before a couple of juddering wah-wah-led “Monster” numbers rather incongruously rounded off proceedings (“Monster” never being amongst my favourite R.E.M albums, I must admit…). Never mind, this was still a fabulous performance and for me, likely the best set of 2026 not by American Hi-Fi…! I grabbed a list and chatted with folks, receiving compliments on how much I’d been dancing (my shirt? Full Cleo – and then some!). Bade farewell to Jeremy before brief conversations with both Narducy and Wurster, got my list signed by both and a pic with the drummer (whom I've also seen behind the kit for Superchunk and Bob Mould!), then peeled off my soaking teeshirt and drove home, back in the ‘don for an early 10.30. As I said, quite the most stunning set, even better than my very high expectations, with the band doing “Pageant” full justice. Back next year with “Document”, it seems, and, in Shannon’s words, long may this “strange and beautiful adventure” continue!