Wednesday, 8 September 2021

1,187 “MY DAD’S BIGGER THAN YOUR DAD” FESTIVAL, Swindon Town Gardens, Saturday 28th August 2021

 



In June, the Swindon Music Community lost a towering figure, both figuratively and literally, in Dave Young, former owner of the Victoria and 12 Bar gig venues, promoter and impresario extraordinaire, and latterly our “live” favourite Gaz Brookfield’s tour soundman. As a relative newbie to the music scene that for years had been sprouting fertile tendrils right under my unknowing nose, I never really knew Dave apart from on brief nodding terms, but I can still acknowledge the massive impact he’d made to Swindon’s entertainment scene, and to the lives of many of the good folk therein. Following his passing, a number of said folk, led by Ed Dyer of the “Swindon Shuffle” team, came up with the idea of this event, apparently a continuation of events Dave himself used to run (hence the name), as a perfect way not only to celebrate the life of such an important figure in Swindon music lore, but also raise some much-needed cash for the Prospect Hospice, who supported Dave during his final days. That in itself would have been enough to ensure my attendance, but when Gaz decided to break his current gig hiatus to play a full band set in honour of his friend, Logan was up for it too!

 So Logan and I headed up the hill on a sunny Saturday lunchtime, parking up just around the corner from the Town Gardens thanks to a resident’s parking pass from local boy Rich! Wandered through a smattering of stalls to get our wristbands for entry into the grassy Bowl leading up to the arched mainstage, bumping into Rich and Ady and catching up with the Americana stylings of openers BLACK SHEEP APPRENTICE, Richard Skidmore’s vehicle to document his paeans of lost love and despair, as backdrop. Just the kind of stuff for a sunny day, then! I jest, of course, as “Skiddy” and crew were on top form, with “Born To Walk Alone” and eponymous set closer “Black Sheep Apprentice” my highlights of a fine set of his combination of Spanish guitar-inflected psych folk pop and Ennio Morricone-meets-Arthur-Lee baroque dusty Americana, a set concluded by Skiddy raising a glass to his old friend Dave. Fine start!



 Rich headed off to the footy and Logan and I took a wander around the stalls while JIM BLAIR was plying his proto bluesy riffery onstage. A gentleman and a very talented musician, Jim, but honestly (and my loss, I know…) his stuff’s not to my tastes; the same could be said for the subsequent ERIN BARDWELL TRIO, an unusual 3-piece set-up from former Skanxter Erin, who played predominantly piano-led ska material, a couple of early numbers which I recognised as 2-Tone covers. Again, Erin is a lovely bloke, but I’ve never liked ska, so Logan and I caught up with old friends Rich and Helen, before heading out of the Bowl to the Bandstand, operating as the second “acoustic” stage and being overseen by “Sheer Music” impresario Kieran Moore. THE LOST TRADES, a loose collective of 3 local folky musicians including Tamsin Quin (whom I’d seen deliver charming pastoral acoustic sets in the past) and Phil Cooper (who supported Fij and Bickers in Oxford a couple of years back with a quirkily impressive, almost US college pop solo set) kicked off their set with a very Fleetwood Mac-like “One Voice”, an ironically named number as it was immediately evident that it was the combination of their 3 voices, intertwining and producing some lovely harmonies, that would be the feature of their delicate yet intriguing and absorbing folksy set. A jaunty “Ballad Of The Groom Of The Stools” (a true lost trade, apparently, being about the servant who used to wipe the king’s arse!) made Logan chuckle, but it was closer “Wait For My Boat To Come Home”, with its intricate harmonies, that was my favourite of a set from a band I’ll definitely see again – and soon!

 


Another wander around the Bowl, then, bumping into folks and catching up with the likes of Paul Carter, Si and Matt Hall, Steve and his charming wife Caz, a returning Mark Carter back from Aus, then, back out by the bandstand, an arriving Tim and Danny, then Gaz Brookfield! Gaz had rocked up there, as had we, to catch the 5 p.m. set from his touring buddy B-SYDES. “I’m glad to be actually playing to people’s faces!” announced Ben after kicking off his set with a robust and rambunctious solo version of the excellent “Crutches”, a real banger with the full band but still pretty damn fine in this format. The more plaintive and poignant storytelling of “This Was My City Once” followed, and a none-more-appropriate “Good Times” elicited a nip of whisky from Gaz’ hip flask! A great set from Ben, despite his worries that, “I’ve forgotten how to tune and chat in these last 18 months!” which culminated in an angular and discordant “Still In Saigon” and featured an impressive last note hold from Ben. Good work, mate, you certainly earned your subsequent planned “advanced state of refreshment”!

 


A little chat with the man before the subsequent SHUDDERS set, which initially seemed very understated and almost hushed in comparison with Ben’s performance, but then settled into a combination of relaxing and hazy 70’s West Coast Laurel Canyon vibes (the likes of opener “Thought I Saw You” and “Sorry”), and more upbeat earlier “Pirate Folk” stuff (“Words Of A Fool” and the later jig of “Lost And Broke”). By now, Stu had arrived so the Shudders formed an atmospheric backdrop to our catch-up.

 We then headed back into the by-now much busier Bowl (an earlier chat with organiser Ed Dyer revealed over 700 advance tickets were sold – well done Swindon, that’s pretty impressive!) where Dave’s old band THE CHAOS BROTHERS were delivering overt, punchy and hobnail-stompy covers of the likes of “Ever Fallen In Love” and “The Jean Genie” to universal acclaim from an increasing dancefloor (dance-field?). But we were here for our undoubted highlight of the day…

 


After GAZ BROOKFIELD AND THE COMPANY OF THIEVES’ totally understandable withdrawal from our recent Wickham Festival, we’d assumed that this was going to be another blank Brookfield year… so Logan and I were both well up for this set, so much so that I had to persuade Logan not to grab a bit of barrier until the band actually came onstage! However, when Gaz led the band on and implored us to, “gather round!” we didn’t need any further persuasion! Opener “The March Of Progress” demonstrated not only that Gaz and co., despite the forced “live” hiatus and possible lack of face to face rehearsal, really hadn’t missed a beat, but also, judging by Gaz’ impassioned roar of the “What is going… ON!!!!” hook, he was “on it” too, determined to play a blinder for the old friend Dave. “The Tale Of Gunner Haines” got Logan singing along down the front, bringing back memories of that RSD duet (!), and a galloping “World Spins Round” was ragged and racey, Gaz and co whipping through the set at quite a lick, although Gaz admitted, “the lockdown pounds have made this a lot harder work – good cardio though!” Tonight’s stage-time organiser, the esteemed Mr. Dave Franklin, got a shout out as a “piratey type” before an excellent “Land Pirate’s Life”; the inevitable “Be The Bigger Man” featured a toned down lyric of, “I grabbed the scoundrel by the throat,” in deference to the younger audience members (!); and all too soon, final number “Let The East Winds Blow” saw Gaz lead the clapping and singalong echo line, to conclude a superb festival set full of utter bangers. Great to have you back, Gaz!

 Dusk fell on the Bowl as Logan decided he was hungry, so I actually saw the early part of the follow-up set from another of Dave Young’s old bands, BOYS FROM THE COUNTY HELL, from the food queue! They were however completely as advertised, happily; a fiddly-diddly raggle taggle bunch of old Pogues fans playing their heroes’ brand of punked-up Irish folk, with a selection from MacGowan’s mob’s material covered for good measure (including, gladly, their eponymous “Boys From The County Hell” which saw me shouting, “lend me ten pounds and I’ll buy you a drink!” at my son whilst ordering his hot dog!). A lot of Spider Stacey-inspired tin whistle instrumental reels were also a feature, but the sing-and-swayalong covers of “Dirty Old Town” and closer “Jesse James” saw me and the Hall brothers sing along raucously. Good time stuff!

 

A brief break before headliners KOVA ME BADD came onstage, led by what appeared to be the Honey Monster in an old style stripe bathing suit! Their relentless cheesy covers were however a bit much for me, and when Logan asked to call it a (long) day I was fine with that. So that drew our participation in My Dad’s Bigger Than Your Dad Festival to a close; a complete success in my experience, with lots of good times, good friends and great sounds, all brought together to celebrate love, life and music. Just as Dave Young, no doubt looking down on us with a wide bandit grin, would want. Ed and co., this was simply a splendid day, you’ve all done Dave proud. Well done and thanks!

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