And
now… it’s Shuffle Time! Time for the annual weekend-long multi-venue festival
showcasing the finest in Swindon’s original music scene, initiated 11 years ago
over a few drinks by my old friend Rich Craven, who, as with the inception of
so many great ideas, simply asked, “what if …?” Only the third time I’ve supped
from the heady nectar of the Shuffle’s cornucopia of delights, I’m afraid to
say, given that my long-term broad ignorance of the local scene (well, all but
any band my friend Tim Owen was playing in, at least…!) was still only
relatively recently cured. However, given my thorough enjoyment of this event
last year both from a musical and social standpoint, I was again determined to
continue to make up for lost time, and Shuffle along as much as I could!
Thursday
night’s previously booked Mercury Rev gig precluded my attendance at Shuffle Day
1, so I thereby missed Misfires at The Castle, whom I’d enjoyed at Level 3 recently.
Reports indicated it was both a packed-out success, and a bit of a youth club
kids’ rock night out! Friday evening at the same venue promised the same albeit
for the older punters, a slew of heavier acts giving the schedule the look of a
real Grunting Rock Pig stage! An early start too, as I parked up and hit the
venue on a sunny Friday evening, shorts and double kneestrap in situ, well
before 7! MY SOCIAL DECLINE were soundchecking for their early set, and after
my mate (and MSD guitarist) Rich Carter paused for a quick chat, they were
straight on in front of the early doors punters at 7.20. They were determined
to play it hard and heavy from the outset, all scowling, sneering vocals from
Rich Bellis, following their usual scuzzy instrumental opener, and driving,
Stooges riffery from Messrs Bellis and Carter. “Rhubarb” featured a big dumb
Ramones-ish riff and profanities liberally scattered around like machine-gun
victims, “With Nirvana” had a more 90’s indie feel and a fun “Girl From Mars”
reference (Rich Carter’s favourite song, apparently!), and “Maverick” probably
featured the best hook of the set, some militaristic drum peels from young Liam
Dearing, and a Drones/ Models proto-punk feel. I also actually enjoyed final
number, the grungy, quiet-loud “You Mean Nothing To Me”, this time out, as this
quickfire set provided a fine, slightly discordant but enjoyable Shuffle start!
Chats
with Rich afterwards – he couldn’t hear himself onstage so just concentrated on
making noise! – and Paul and Ellen Carter (no relation to each other – any of
them!), then Bristol’s DOWNARD were next up. A boy/ girl, drum/ bass duo in
grey boiler suits and colourful goggles, their confrontational, hard and fast
post-hardcore noise was primitive and industrial, with distorted vocals from
the drummer, recalling the strident noise assault of Spectres, Slaves and
Idles. Not really my cup of sump oil but I warmed to their tumbling drums and
palpable bass noise, although I wondered if this is what having an enema of the
ears would sound like. One thing for sure; they’d kick the likes of Royal Blood
up and down the street any day of the week!
I
chatted with the arriving Hall brothers, pondering the absence of usual drummer
Jamie from their line-up tonight, and we ruminated on how tonight’s set would
work, with short-notice replacement drummer Liam O’Halloran (ex of Polar Front,
now Hail) having only practiced once with the band! Next up onstage were
another drum/ bass duo, GAGREFLEX, who again played it hardcore and superfast,
with more tumbling drums and tempo changes not only giving the set a tense,
agitated feel, but also recalling the embryonic stylings of early Biffy Clyro.
Conversely, their set felt too intense and got repetitive for me, so I
retreated to the refuge of the bar to gather myself for my Highlight of the
Night!
Took
a wander down the front, taking a pew as RAZE*REBUILD set up; strange not only
to see a different face on the drumstool, but also to see something other than
“Back To The Fall” as opening song on the list… perhaps I can ease myself in
tonight then…! Ha! No chance of that, as newie “Burden Of Youth” was just as
fast, frantic and widescreen, a flag-waving, breast-beating rock anthem worthy
of a much bigger stage, followed in quick succession by the joyous popcore
sonic assault of “New Leaf”. No easing myself in – I was rocking down the front
as hard as possible from the off, thankful for the double kneestraps!
Tonight
represented the 8th time I’ve seen this band in barely over a year,
and if anything, I’m becoming more of a fan with each outing. The quality of
Si’s songwriting is matched only by his kinetic, scissor jumping, vein bulging
performance, and the band’s inclusive, open honesty. And Liam was a revelation;
shirtless after 2 numbers (“it’s bloody hot [up here]!”), he scarcely missed a
beat, his slightly more overt drum style a perfect substitute for Jamie’s more
laid back technique, astonishing for just one practice! Praising his
performance mid-set, Si joked, “[He’s] young and pretty too; we probably should
have put him at the front!” “Back To The Fall” was again superb, this time
sandwiched between two newies, the frantic “Never Saved My Soul” and a more
sprawling, tempo changing closer “Poison Air”, which thankfully featured some
slower interludes, necessary for this old dancer as, given the band effectively
finished the set with 4 fast ones, the air was rapidly disappearing from the
room! A pounding, visceral and once again brilliant set from a band rapidly
becoming one of my favourite bands around, period!
Brief
congrats afterwards with the boys before I needed some air and a drink, and I
stayed at the bar for headliners 2 SICK MONKEYS. Veterans of the Swindon scene,
they’re apparently knocking it on the head this year, so the back room was
packed with veteran rock punters determined to make the most of this showing.
They’re a very “marmite” band and I confess I’m very conflicted with them;
vocalist/ bassist Pete (whom I’d referred to, affectionately (honest!) as a
“badger haired gobshite” when they supported the Dickies for gig 826 a few
years back) is a rapid-fire, entertaining raconteur (an early diatribe
including, “I’ve got no money, I’m can’t pay, we’ll take that monkey away!”),
but their ramalama leather and studs style primitive punk assault sails
uncomfortably towards the type of band (Discharge, Anti Pasti and their
homogenous ilk)that turned me off punk back then. They went down a storm, so
good on them for that, but, sweaty and tiring, I hit the road before their set
concluded, to close out my Shuffle Day 1.
My
Shuffle Day 2 didn’t start with the lunchtime library sessions, as had been the
case in previous years, due to Kasey having a stagecoach end-of-term show!
Instead, this was a Saturday evening affair, as I picked up my wingmen for the
night, Messrs. Carter and May, and the 2 Rich’s and I parked up in old town in
time to grab a drink in The Tuppenny and take our pews for MOLEVILLE’s early
set at 5.30. Familiars mainman and occasional Vaudeville performer Steve
Skinley’s side project, this, and I was pleased to see his Moleville material
didn’t deviate too much (overlapping frequently, in fact!) from Familiars’
usual modus operandi of dark, rich evocative late night mood music with just a soupcon of Nattionals-esque baroque US
alt-indie. Filtering a looped drumbeat through his keys to flesh out the sound,
“Battlecry” was an early highlight, mournful and haunting with Steve’s vocals
as smooth and dark as mahogany, Steve also plugging his “Oliver Postgate/ 50’s
Sci-Fi” YouTube video for this track! A lush, lovely “Red Forest” was apparently
inspired by the reclamation of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster site by nature,
“Dynamite” was a deliciously morose penultimate number, and Steve perversely
left us with a final, more upbeat and almost fuzzy pop number about reality TV!
Overall, a lovely start to the night thanks to this truly talented gentleman.
Steve
joined our table as well for some music and comics chat, as OLI NORMAN, next
up, set up. Unfortunately his set was beset with technical issues; 2 strings
broken during the first number, forcing compere Ed Dyer into a time-filling
stand-up routine (!) and tuning issues visibly frustrating him thereafter. He
deserved props for perseverance, though, and his smooth, well-structured
melodic numbers, which for me had the feel of 70’s singer-songwriters such as
Paul Simon, and for Steve Bon Iver, eventually shone through. I could even
forgive the use of those dreaded loop pedals to add harmonic depth - in fact I
actually liked that! “Stockholm”, his final, darker and racier strumalong
number, was my favourite of his set.
DREUW,
eventually next up at 7.30 after a fiddly set-up process, were an intriguing
prospect; an eponymous vocalist/ guitarist backed up by Perry Sangha, formerly
of the very fine Polar Front on occasional guitar and computer-based backing
tracks. In fact, with the set-list sticking out from Perry’s set-up, it
occasionally looked as if he was playing a photocopier! They opened with a
cover of Chris Isaak’s mournful “Wicked Game”, their chilled, stripped-back interpretation
even quieter than the original, and their set thereafter was equally low-key,
quiet, atmospheric and delicate, veering between Bella Union Americana and even
Galaxie 500’s hushed ballads (although both Steve and Rich C drew comparisons
to Explosions In The Sky, a band I’m unfamiliar with). A great shame,
therefore, that it was fighting a losing battle in a room full of noisy people,
ironically many of which were their own entourage!
We
headed off a couple of numbers before the end, as our parking ticket was due to
expire, and repositioned the car at the bottom of the hill (I don’t do hills,
me, if I can help it!), hitting a packed Beehive for 8.15, midway through
CANUTE’S PLASTIC ARMY and their introspective, folk-tinged works. They provided
the soundtrack to our greeting folks and getting the drinks in, although I took
notice again of their apposite reading of Pulp’s “Razamatazz”. I then took a
wander to the front of the performance area (tucked away by the door,
necessitating a viewing spot almost in the face of the performers) for NICK
PARKER, a (very) late addition to the bill (getting the call, “a couple of days
ago,” apparently!) and due on at 8.45 but taking the stage at 9. A 25 minute
set time-slot only then, and this was an object lesson in making the most of
it. Grabbing the attention from the outset with opener “Departures”, he weaved
a tapestry of observational life, holding a mirror to the minutiae and
mundanity of humanity. A splendid opener, recalling Del Amitri’s “Nothing Ever
Happens”, he followed this in short order with a jolly, knockabout “Down With
The Yoof”, bringing on his German friend Emily for vocal accompaniment on a
mid-set ballad. “Terry And June”, a folky “list song” which for me always
recalls The Lemonheads’ “Being Around” as well as Ian Dury’s list-based lyrical
style, was next up, and a splendid vignette of a performance was concluded with
Nick joking, “my name’s Nick Parker, or TBA as the poster says!” and a great,
singalong “Es Tut Mir Leid”, during which I got to hold up the “Entschuldigung”
placard and conduct the crowd in the choral singalong. Affable, dry, funny and
inclusive – great stuff again Nick!
We
took a breather outside the cramped pub thereafter, complimenting Nick on his
performance and catching up with other folks and friends. I’d fully intended to
catch some of the next set from the splendidly named and punkish Cupcake Diaz
And The Felt Tip Pens, but hunger was a greater call, so we headed off for
sustenance, before I dropped the boys off to round off my Shuffle Day 2!
Family
commitments unfortunately precluded my joining Shuffle Sunday until mid-evening
(sorry Si and Matt!) but I hurriedly headed into town, to a packed and sweaty
Beehive, after Logan arrived home from his swim class. No real need as the
schedule was running an hour late, so I managed to catch the last knockings of
BUSWELL’s set. A local musical maverick, Shaun Buswell tonight fronted a relatively
conventional 6-piece band, running through a powerful, potent Nick Cave-esque number,
“about a serial killer,” and an equally strident and dynamic cover of Chris
Isaak’s “Wicked Game” (again!), with some nice flute embellishment, and Isaak’s
lilting soprano replaced by Buswell’s lionesque roar,. Glad I caught some of
that!
Next
up, as I caught up with Tim and Tracy in the bar and briefly outside, were the
6-piece BLACK SHEEP APPRENTICE at 8.15. The irrepressible Richard Skidmore
(we’re all “Skiddy’s Shuffle Hotties!” this year according to his 2017 badge, which
is far preferable to his 2016 version!) took the stage to a Cowboy theme film
music backing track, then led his black Stetson-clad charges into Wild West territory,
dishing up dark and rampant Country-tinged powerpop, dusty Alt-Country and whisky-soaked
murder ballads in equal measure. “Let It Go” recalled Posie Ken Stringfellow’s
excellent Chariot project, a darker “Born To Walk Alone” was dedicated to his
mother, then Skiddy got “The Maiden” out (a gorgeous white Gretsch with gold
trim) for a morose and (ironically) parched-sounding “Water”, giving props beforehand
for the Shuffle organisers by announcing, “people involved in the [Swindon]
Arts are special… well, not that [type of] special!” The set highlight,
however, was a stunning, elongated “I Cursed Your Name”, a menacing, Violent
Femmes-like revenge ballad with a lengthy, repetitive hook and some excellent
slide guitar from Jim Blair. The eponymous and cacophonous “Black Sheep Apprentice”
rounded off a startling set, Skiddy, soaked at the finale (commenting earlier, “it’s
between me and Si from Raze*Rebuild for [the title of] Swindon’s sweatiest
performer!”), having poured all kinds of scary conviction into a stellar
performance.
Another
breath of fresh air outside, catching up with familiar faces from the past (hi
Bex!), then back in for the finale of the weekend. Or, as Ed Dyer put it before
thanking all and sundry for a successful weekend, “we’ve got one band left, and
we were desperate!” THE SHUDDERS however were absolutely the perfect act to
close out the Shuffle; right band, right place, right time! After the gathering
storms of the nonetheless superb BSA set, the clouds parted as they delivered
an upbeat, inclusive and celebratory set of harmonic powerpop worthy of the
occasion. “Thought I Saw You” was all Summery harmonies and Posies powerpop
riffs, “Words Of A Fool” racey and ramshackle, and newie “Star Bright” featured
a great memorable hook. Another newie, “You Look Good”, could have walked off
Teenage Fanclub’s “Songs From Northern Britain” album, and “Sorry” was
deliciously understated, the boys round harmonising as Paj filmed the band and
audience. “In the spirit of the festival,” Danny ironically announced a cover,
Neil Young’s fine countrified “Powderfinger”, which saw Danny, Liam and Tim all
taking lead for one verse each, before the song rounded off with a chorus of “Rocking
In The Free World”. That should have been it, but the crowd clamour prompted a
final run through of “Lost And Broke”, the jaunty Irish reel and singalong hook
proving a great way to finish proceedings.
More
catch-ups with Tim and Darren Dust afterwards, before I reluctantly bade
farewell to all and sundry and headed home to conclude my Shuffle Day 3. Thus
ended (for me, at least…!) another great Swindon Shuffle, with excellent
performances throughout from truly talented people. If a relatively small town
such as Swindon and its’ environs can throw up excellent songwriters and performers
of the likes of Si Hall, Steve Skinley, Nick Parker, Rich Skidmore and the
Shudders, playing in small venues to friends and contemporaries for a worthy
cause in mental health charity Mind, it baffles me that the likes of Ed Sheeran
can pack out Wembley Stadium 2 nights on the bounce. Nothing against the guy,
but there are far better singers and songwriters out here going unnoticed.
Scratch the surface, people, there’s musical talent right on your doorstep,
and, year after year, The Swindon Shuffle goes a long way towards proving it!
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