Showing posts with label Carter USM. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 4 July 2023

1,287 JIM BOB, Bristol Rough Trade Records, Sunday 2nd July 2023

 


A chance tonight to renew acquaintances with an old gig face! I was a big fan of Jim Bob’s mid-80’s jangle pop band Jamie Wednesday, and despite numerous false starts I even managed to see them “live” once, in Bristol in May 1987 supporting The Men They Couldn’t Hang (gig 78!). I’d subsequently turned up to meet Jim and Co. before their next gig, again on the undercard for TMTCH, at The Astoria in August later that year (gig 85), only to be informed by the man that the JDubs (as they were known to both of their fans) had split up earlier that week, but that he and bandmate Les were going to play the gig backed up by a drum machine. Thus it was that I unwittingly attended the first ever Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine gig…! Carter USM took awhile to really inveigle themselves into my consciousness, but I eventually became a fan, watching with a mixture of pride and “I saw them first” smugness as they quickly rose to briefly become 90’s Indie press darlings (Steve Lamacq, my favourite NME hack back then, being particularly fulsome in his praise) and Festival headliners. Since their late 90’s dissolution, I confess I’d not kept up much with Jim’s subsequent solo career; however we’d enjoyed his recent performances at Shiiine On, both solo and with his band The Hoodrats, and tonight, a CD release show at Bristol’s splendid Rough Trade for new album “Thanks For Reaching Out”, represented an opportunity not only to catch up with his current works, but also, perchance, to briefly revisit those JDubs days…

 So I packed up my Gigbook No. 1 (featuring the setlist from said JDubs gig) plus a folder-full of newsletters and correspondence I’d kept from those days, and, with a curious Jami joining me at the last minute (Rach and Logan being away for the weekend), hit a sunny M4 about ¼ to 6, joining a queue to get in on arrival. Got drinks and chatted with a chap about US popsters Cheekface before joining Jami, who’d bagged a front and centre spot. Nice work! Jim Bob joined us at 7.30, accompanied by bandmate and Jack Black lookalike Chris, who acted as MC for an entertaining half hour of chat, highlights being the retelling of the infamous Carter USM HMV Oxford Street instore appearance, when manager Jon “Fat” Beast encouraged the crowd to shoplift, and Jacob Rees-Mogg’s (adverse) reaction to being featured in Jim’s recent video for “Sebastian’s Gone On A Ridealong”! Some Q&A’s too (I asked about his appearances at Shiiine On, and Jami asked about his favourite own compositions), but generally an entertaining and funny half hour of easy bonhomie.

 


Finally Jim dispensed with the banter, bolted on his electric guitar and treated us to a half hour performance of selections from the new album, accompanied by Chris on keys. Opener “Thanks For Reaching Out” was a melancholy yet strangely uplifting ballad, “What Goes Around” had a dark and menacing murder ballad feel reminiscent of Nick Cave, and “Sebastian” itself was a snarky and sarky number about politicians paying lip service to good works. All the new material, however, happily featured the usual Jim Bob lyrical gift for highlighting both the mundane minutiae of humdrum everyday existence and the absurdity of current world events, and subverting them into cynical yet memorable pun-like soundbites. More entertaining banter too; a chat with the crowd about cancel culture, a remark about his glasses slipping leading to a terrible Graham Coxon Blur joke, and a story of how Carter USM and Westlife nearly got into a brawl at a Festival!

“Billionaire In Space” was a highlight, slightly recalling Bowie’s “Space Oddity” for me, and “Befriend The Police” featured the ironic hook, “bring on the dancing nurses”… a Bunnymen reference perhaps? “Prince Of Wales” (about a pub, apparently!) rounded off a fine acoustic rendering of some very melodic new songs; I’m happy copies of the record were included in the ticket price, because I can’t wait to hear them on CD…

 


Joined the queue at the end, along with another father/ daughter couple who intended to pitch the idea for a Carter USM musical to Jim! Our turn eventually came, and I shared my Jamie Wednesday stuff with a softly-spoken but incredulous Jim, who claimed to remember me from those days (aah, that’s nice!) and was amazed that I’d kept all that stuff. A brief chat, congrats from me about Carter’s success down the years, pics and signatures with the man later, we gave way to the “pitch” duo, Jami the musical theatre fan earwigging on their plans, before grabbing some food from the Greek takeaway on the corner and hitting the road, home for 10. Lovely to catch up with Jim Bob after all these years, and great to hear some quality new material from an entirely promising new album, which will certainly ensure I keep a closer eye on his exploits in future!

Monday, 16 December 2019

1,169 THE WONDER STUFF, Jim Bob, Bristol O2 Academy, Thursday 12th December 2019





My eighteenth (!) time of asking with this lot; Stourbridge’s own enduring Indie veterans The Wonder Stuff, now well into their 30-somethingth year (a brief mid-90’s hiatus notwithstanding, during which time main-man Miles Hunt treaded water with Vent 414 and served time as an MTV VJ, interviewing young bands with barely a sliver of his talent), and for me (and like me!), indisputably getting better with age…! I’d already secured tix for this one before they utterly crushed it at “Shiiine On”, winning my Best Band award at a canter, so after that stellar performance hopes were raised for this; a 30th Anniversary run through of sophomore album “Hup”, plus – just because they’d missed doing that one – a full performance of their brash, flippant debut “8 Legged Groove Machine” as well! Add to that a promise of a smattering of tracks from new, return-to-form album “Better Being Lucky” as well, and it was clear that they’d have a ferocious amount to get through, so the key was, get there early!

Old Level 3 friend Robynne was up for the gig as well, so I picked her up straight from work, making tentative plans to meet up with friend and Stuffies guitar roadie Russ before doors, only for said plans to go awry due both to some difficulties on Russ’ end, and busy traffic into Bristol which saw us park up at 20 past 6, just before doors. A swift half in The Hatchet, then in for 7 and in the usual spot, house left, running into Gloucester mate Simon Barton just before opener Jim Bob, on at 7.15. I’d missed the former Carter USM man’s set at “Shiiine On” safe in the knowledge that I’d catch him here; wandering onstage in an iridescent jacket and hastily discarded red sunglasses, the erstwhile Mr. Morrison ran through a set of acoustic versions of Carter USM singles and deep cuts, and some new numbers, with the veritable lyrical barrage of quintessentially English working-class references, puns and wordplay the main feature throughout. The woah-oh singalong to “Born Again Atheist” (a song I saw the man doing with previous band Jamie Wednesday, waaay back in 1987!) was an early highlight, newie “Victim” was dark, pointed and barbed, and the impressively held first choral note in “Only Living Boy In New Cross” drew cheers from the enthusiastic early crowd. Some flippant between song banter too, Jim lamenting being pipped to artist of the decade by Ed Sheeran (“curses!”), then introducing acerbic closer “Sheriff Fatman” with, “I’ve got time to do this then I’m off to hide in a fridge!”. Good set, glad I caught him!

Another advantage of Jim Bob’s set was just one guitar to unplug afterwards, so turnaround time was quick, and in no time at all, it seemed, Miles Hunt came flouncing onto the stage accompanied by some TV lounge music (!), channelling his inner game show compere with appropriate cheesiness to advise the format for the evening, then announcing, “to do this, I’m going to need me a band!” Once fully banded-up, then, opener “Feet To The Flames” was a joyous old school Stuffies banger, with a coruscating riff and insanely hooky chorus, and a great opener to a vignette set of new album material, another highlight here being the yearning “Don’t Anyone Dare Give A Damn,” described by Miles as the favourite song he’d ever had a hand in writing – high praise indeed!

A short break, then they were back on for “Hup”, start to finish. Retaining the upbeat catchiness and innate mischievousness of their debut (viz. an excellent early “Radio Ass Kiss”), “Hup” nonetheless marked a slight maturing of the Stuffies’ material, nudging the sound from the hazy, slightly-delic early feel into a rootsier, fiddle-embellished direction (again, viz. an amazing early “Golden Green”/ “Cartoon Boyfriend” double, overlaid by some wickedly undulating violin from Erica Nockalls). This was given full justice tonight, the band being in excellent fettle, with even lesser-played tracks being delivered with muscular power and excellence (the thunderous “Can’t Shape Up”, my “Hup” highlight, illustrating this perfectly), and Miles was again a confident, gregarious and generous performer and raconteur, urging the crowd to pace themselves as, “this is a mammoth fucking set! Manchester went nuts from the off and by “Unbearable” it was pathetic…!”, and reflecting on the set as, “a time machine – at the end you’ll be 18 again!”

“Hup” done, Miles paused for breath and to recount the inception for the tour, which, “like all good ideas, started in the boozer…”, then we were “back in the Groove Machine” with the ringing opening riff to a quite superb “Red Berry Joy Town”. However splendid “Hup” may have been delivered, “Groove Machine” took it up a few notches further, more remarkable given that by now they’d shed the extra guitarist and (occasional violin appearances from Erica notwithstanding) were actually performing this album as an 8 legged groove machine! The tumbling hook and urgent driving riffery of “No For The 13th Time” was an early highlight, a less practised “Merry Go Round” nevertheless fared superbly well with a wonderfully melodic repetitive hook, and the swirly roundabout twirl of “Wish Away” was top “8LGM” song for me. That is, until… set closer “Poison” was utterly tremendous, venomous and earth-quakingly huge, the undisputed highlight of the night, ending a near 2-hour set on a massive high. They’d left “Goodnight Though” off the “Hup” run-through, returning to play a herky-jerky, jagged version, peeling off one by one at its’ conclusion after a job phenomenally well done.

A pause for breath, then I caught Russ’ eye for a list as he scampered onstage – he later advised me that he’d waited to see me in the crowd before coming out and giving the lists out! What an excellent fellow you are, Sir, and you provided the topping for me on a quite superb evening. There’s always concern on such album showcase performances that lesser-played tracks would suffer, being suddenly brought out of cosy album track retirement to be played “live” (Echo And The Bunnymen’s notably less successful 2010 tour of their first 2 albums – gig 803 – being testament to that), but there was none of that here with this Wonder Stuff line-up. They nailed every. Single. One! And in doing so, further underlined that as far as hugely entertaining nights of brilliantly catchy, singalong “live” indie rock go, they currently have very few peers. Brilliant stuff from the Stuffies for my 18th time!

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

85 THE MEN THEY COULDN'T HANG, BOB (soon to be Carter USM), Head, London Astoria, Thursday 6 August 1987


A landmark gig, though I knew it not at the time. I'd taken the train up with a couple of mates, primarily to see Jamie Wednesday, only to find, after lasagne tea and on arrival at the Tottenham pub to meet up with the JDubs, that they'd split up, and vocalist Jim and guitarist Les were going to play a set as a duo, backed up with a drum machine! They were due to play under the name of Bob, but I informed Jim that there was already a band called Bob (ironically featuring a former Jamie Wednesday drummer), which prompted a rethink on their part. Thus it was that I attended the first ever Carter USM gig...

As for their performance, I have to admit it was a disappointment after the upbeat fresh melody of their former band Jamie Wednesday, but at least it was better than the first band on tonight, Head, who were crap. Headliners The Men They Couldn't Hang were however superb as usual, although we had to miss some of their set to catch the train. Bah!

Thursday, 13 January 2011

140 THE PARACHUTE MEN, Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine, Huey, Gloucester Guildhall Arts Centre, Friday 20 October 1989


Another Parachute Men gig, another guest list spot! Also, another posh "Arts Centre" type venue for The Paras, this time a venue similar to London's ICA. Got there in time for the competent support slot from openers Huey. Carter USM, next up, were however noisy, confrontational and unbearable, however good it was to renew acquaintances with former Jamie Wednesday and current Carter vocalist Jim!

The Paras themselves struggled with a pitifully inadequate sound and a complacent audience, getting frustrated and letting it show in a disappointing performance. Still, the new numbers sounded good and promising, though, and the new chaps on bass and drums sounded "at home", so here's hoping for better in Oxford next week! And I had a good time anyway, as I always do with this wonderful band, and went backstage and hung out afterwards; again, as I always do with The Parachute Men!

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

149 CARTER THE UNSTOPPABLE SEX MACHINE, The Bell Jar, Friday 15 December 1989


This didn't turn out as planned, but was a good one nevertheless! We'd gone along to see Galaxie 500, but on arrival found out they'd pissed off back to the USA, and that Carter USM (who'd been awful when supporting the Parachute Men in Gloucester a couple of months ago) were late substitutes! As we were here, we decided to stick around (unlike a couple of friends who went off to Bath to see Kitchens Of Distinction at Moles).

Met Jim-Bob and Les in the pub downstairs; I knew them from their old band Jamie Wednesday, and they had a good old gloat about our situation! This carried on into their set, following the support band's unintelligible rows and Dinosaur Jr. rip-offs; Jim dedicated the second number in Carter's set, "to David Rose, who came all the way from Swindon to see Galaxie 500, but now has to put up with the worst band in the world, ha ha!".

This time out, however... they were brilliant! With their sound sorted out, and with dry ice permeating the small upstairs venue and creating a frantic atmosphere, they were caustic, dynamic and utterly manic, the beatbox backing up their guitar attack very well this time! A cross between the crazed thrill of Birdland and the in-your-face dance of Jesus Jones; next time I see them, it'll be because I want to!

Friday, 7 January 2011

164 CARTER THE UNSTOPPABLE SEX MACHINE, Gloucester Guildhall Arts Centre, Wednesday 6 June 1990

Back to the "Banana Club" at this very pleasant, convivial and well appointed venue, almost a little too posh for rock gigs! There must have been a support band but I missed them; too busy swigging beer in comfy seats in the oak-panelled bar! Bumped into Carter vocalist JimBob and got him a beer during a brief chat.

Carter's recent experiences in Eastern Europe and their current NME "press darlings" status, being particularly championed by journo Steve Lamacq ("my favourite hack"!), have obviously done wonders for their onstage presence and confidence. This was a manic strobe-lit set from the beatbox backed guitar mercenaries, loud and proud with the new single "Rubbish" an early highlight. On this form, Carter are unstoppable!

167 CARTER THE UNSTOPPABLE SEX MACHINE, Destroy The Boy, Bristol Fleece, Wednesday 20 June 1990

Back to this ramshackle old shed The Fleece, a venue I could quite easily get pissed in! A pity I was driving. Support Destroy The Boy played an intelligent and hard rocking set; with an excellent female vocalist, deep and husky and reminiscent of Patti Smith, and some good tunes, they may be a name to watch...

Carter USM were welcomed by the usual nutjob crew of moshers and stagediving nutcases, as appears to be increasingly the case at their gigs, so I stayed back with Veronica and took in the performance from a distance. Carter were their usual abrasive, challenging, loud and rockingly raucous selves, blasting out beatbox battlehymns of urban deprivation, or whatever it is they sing about. With the press seemingly behind them, and a subsequent upward popularity trajectory which shows no sign of levelling off, world domination beckons...

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

182 CARTER THE UNSTOPPABLE SEX MACHINE, Genius Freak, Reading University, Saturday 9 March 1991

My first gig of 1991 - in March! - after a hectic couple of months which saw me move out of my parents' place. This must be what a mortgage does for you! Had a carload down for this one, and hit the bar on arrival, only seeing half of the support band's noisy set as a result!

Since I last saw Carter USM they've become the burgeoning indie crowd's latest darlings thanks to NME championing. Unfortunately this popularity breeds hordes of spotty teenage student fans with identikit "30-Something" sweatshirts. Where were this lot one year ago, let alone at the Astoria back in 1986?

Ouch - enough of this "I saw them first" attitude, just enjoy their success you cynical git. Anyway, Carter USM played a manic set, relying heavily on the aforementioned "30-Something" LP, but featuring a storming "Re-Educating Rita" and 3 encores, with lots of dry ice smoke and white light adding to the excitement. Good stuff overall - despite the success, they've still got it!

Thursday, 23 September 2010

349 CARTER THE UNSTOPPABLE SEX MACHINE, Midget, 101, Swindon College, Saturday 24 May 1997


Wandered along to this gig, the first at Swindon College for absolutely ages, held here because apparently, Carter USM didn't fancy playing at Level 3! Met up with Tim before his band 101 played a warm-up set to a sparse audience. Clive and I shook a leg, regardless, to their choppy Pixies-ish guitar rock. Despite the sparse crowd, they were tight and professional; getting better all the time!

Met people and socialised before main support Midget's set; they were a painfully young trio who played their spiky powerpop far too fast and loud, but improved later on.

Carter USM - now a 6-piece "proper" band - came on to an enthusiastic reception, with Jim Bob all long hair and misplaced passion. One thrown beer can later, and all hell broke loose, with the drummer walking off stage, then returning and trying to kick an audience member! Play subsequently resumed, and the tension actually made for a better finish to the set, with the older numbers, especially "Sheriff Fatman", still sounding OK, and better than their weaker newies. Overall quite an enjoyable gig, particularly so for the ruckus!