Gaz
is on the road again! Punky folky storytelling wandering minstrel and “live”
favourite (indeed, currently my most-seen “live” act going away) Gaz Brookfield
initially held back from his usual seemingly perpetual programme of gigging
following the easing of Covid restrictions last July, poking his head above the
parapet for a select few appearances (“My Dad’s” Festival and his own Christmas
Fleece gathering, my gigs 1,187 and 1,204). But then, following the release of
his new album “Idiomatic” at the arse end of 2021, the man announced a New Year tour
with his 2 besties and analogues, Jake Martin and Ben Sydes. Mainly centring
around weekend dates, our only shot initially seemed to be the Southampton 1865
gig, so Logan and I booked for this. However, following the postponement of the
Dean Wareham gig (for about the 9th time!), the clashing Swindon Vic
date opened up, so I booked for that too (no Logan as it’s 18+; boo!).
So,
a new South Coast venue on a Friday night for starters then; an easy drive down
got us parked up before doors directly outside the venue (next to their bins!),
a returning Gaz greeting us on arrival. First in then to this unexpectedly
large ballroom style venue, half carpeted and with tables and chairs, so we got seats and drinks
and passed the time listening to their soundtrack of earnest emo before Ben
took the stage for his opening set. Opening with a splendid, rollicking “Crutches”,
his performance was slightly softly spoken and understated, yet heartfelt and
emotive. Falling more on the emo side of the one-man-plus-battered-acoustic
oeuvre (and admitting that tonight’s pre-gig soundtrack sounded like the inside
of his head!), Ben nonetheless enticed a couple of singalongs from the early
gathering, during “Good Times” and the plaintive “This Was My City Once”. Clearly
happy to be back onstage after, “2 years playing to my phone and getting drunk
on the internet!”, Ben was also clearly still shaking off some ring-rust for this,
the 4th gig of the tour, and earned a shot of sambuca from a fellow punter
for each lyric ricket, eventually downing 4! Donning the harmonica for “The Desperate
Dance”, Ben coaxed another backing singalong from us early punters (“if you’re not [warmed
up] for Gaz he beats us!”), and a final, off-kilter and dissonant “Still In
Saigon” rounded off a fine opening set.
“Sydes
is much nicer than me, I’m going to abuse you for the next half hour!”
proclaimed Jake Martin as he bounded onstage, prompting me away from my
merch-stand chat with the opener and joining Logan down the front again. A more
overt, potty mouthed and in-your-face performer, Jake was nonetheless as full
of good fooling and effusiveness as opener Ben, prompting singalongs for an
excellent early “Mountains”, and the, “you’re an asshole!” hook of “For Fuck’s
Sake Jake”, Jake commenting beforehand that his therapist advised him not to
play that anymore, but remarking afterwards that it, “never fails to bring a
room full of people together!” “Posters In Picture Frames” was pre-empted by a
fun if meandering explanation about growing up (all my posters are in frames –
does that mean I’m old??!!) and featured some “la la” singalongs, as Gaz had
said all Jake’s songs have “whoa-oh”s in them (!). Then closer “We Sing The
Words All Wrong” reverted to type for the inclusive, “whoa oh,” hook (“my grandfather
said always end on a singalong; mind you he was a truck driver…!”), again
rounding off another entertaining Jake set.
Logan
and I kept our front-centre spot as Gaz set up, Logan telling him about our
intended post-gig dirty kebab plans which prompted an appreciative fist bump
from the man, before he eased into the almost ballad-like opening of first
number “Pantomime” before picking up speed for the second verse. Pointing out
his lyric stand, Gaz admitted that following the near-2 year layoff, “I’ve no
longer retained the ability to remember lyrics!”, although he had no such
problems for an early highlight, his “most requested livestream song” (no
surprise there) “The Tale Of Gunner Haines”. Newie “Monochrome” was introduced
as being, “about loving where you live – even if you live near Swindon!”; I
mimicked being stabbed through the heart at this, which prompted a chuckle from
Gaz, then the next number, a rocking singalong “Diabetes Blues” was dedicated
to Logan, “my diabetes bro!” An unexpected “Godless Man” was taut and tense,
then Gaz bolted on his harmonica (“unlike Sydes, I never apologise for [doing
this]!”) for a slower burn “Art Of Falling” and sway-along “Under The Table”
mid-set double. “Idiomatic” was another highlight, Gaz explaining the song’s
meaning – “about my anxieties on normal life – not this [being onstage]; this is
my comfort food, my… dirty kebab!” “Lostfolk” and “Land Pirates” finally got
the Southampton crowd, who’d been very reserved and respectfully quiet
throughout all the performers, properly warmed up, and another excellent Gaz
set rounded off with the headliner bringing the 2 supports onstage for a bonding “Aged Revolt”
and a rousing “Great Minds Drink Alike” to round off an evening full of singalongs,
good humour and general bonhomie.
A
quick chat with Jake at the merch stand (re-introducing him to Logan, 4 ½ years
after my then-9 year old son got all up in his face at “All Roads Lead To Frome”,
gig 1,036!), before a swift blast up the inky black A34 and a late kebab rounded
off another fun boys night out and part 1 of my triple-header double-header (!).
Part
2 came 13 days later, one night after the Chameleons’ Fleece gig (gig. 1,207, hence
the gap in the count!), as I trundled up the hill, meeting tonight’s promoter
Ed Dyer, plus Rich and Ady in The Vic for some pre-gig rock chat. We were
however well ensconced in the old back room for B Sydes opening set at 8.30,
Ben running through the same set as Southampton, this time with extra added
piss-taking from the side-stage Jake after a lyrical slip-up during the
otherwise excellent opener “Crutches”, and of course the ubiquitous penance
shots! Ben however fired back at his tour buddy whilst exhorting the audience
to sing the “woah-oh” fill during “This Was My City Once”; “it’s easy, it’s like
one of Jake’s songs!”, prompting an entertaining bitchy exchange between the
two, which continued throughout both their sets! The Placebo-esque, tense and
taut “Still In Saigon”, featuring an impressively held final note, ended
another fine opening set – he’s up The Tuppenny in April; so are we!
“I
said to Gaz and Sydes I might be the drunk one tonight, but then Sydes got a
little bolshy!” announced Jake at the outset of his set, continuing the pseudo-feud,
but then admitting, “I’ve proved by mocking my best friends that I’m a bit of a
twat!” So following a raucously sung-along “For Fuck’s Sake Jake” (during which
he nonetheless changed the hook to, “Sydes, you’re an asshole!”), the boys all
made peace with an onstage hug-in. Again, motormouth Jake’s set followed the
same lines as Southampton, with the Frank Turner-esque closer “We Sing The Words
All Wrong” my favourite of his well-received set.
This
bumped us up to 10 and an amply full room; Gaz took the stage to little
fanfare, quietly strumming the opening bars of “Pantomime” whilst prowling the
stage and eyeballing the chatty crowd until they paid attention! Gaz also
followed the same set structure as a couple of weeks ago, but from the outset
you could tell there was something extra tonight… “You have no fucking idea how
much it means to be here!” he announced at the end of the opener, “let’s not dwell
on it or I’ll get all teary…” his comments making us realise that he was
playing with the spirit of his old friend Dave Young, former proprietor of this
very venue and sadly lost to us last year, looking over his shoulder. That
being the case, he did his old friend full justice with a splendidly delivered set.
The early “Gunner Haines” was again amazing; “Monochrome” was again preceded by
his sad lyric-forgetting lament, although this time his phone served as prompter
(“I’m actually playing “Doom”!”), and the excellent “Godless Man” was referred
to as, “one from my wedding set!”
A
mid-set break to raid Jake’s fish supper (“I love Mr. Cod! I used to live
around the corner from [there]…”) preceded a loudly accompanied “Under The
Table”, then, after checking in on the crowd (“how we all doing? Thought I’d
check… I’ve been rabbiting on… scruffy cunt with a guitar, what’s he doing…”),
the rest of the set passed in an inclusive and raucous singalong blur, my
highlight being a splendid “Lostfolk”. Jake and Ben again joined him onstage
for the communal manifesto of “Aged Revolt” and the three-handed drinking song “Great
Minds Drink Alike”, Gaz leaving us with a heartfelt comment of, “it means even
more [than usual] to be playing here… this is my fucking town!” to appreciative
roars.
That
wasn’t it, however, as Ed took the stage and persuaded Gaz to come out for
another couple of clearly unplanned numbers. Gaz, seemingly reluctant at first,
ran through a savagely bolshy “Be The Bigger Man” and an emotionally charged “West
Country Song”, murmuring between songs, “this is the first time I’ve been back
[to The Vic] since…” his voice then tailing off. By the end he was an emotional
mess, heading off backstage in short order, with both Ben and Ed following to
check on him, after a performance which would have done his old friend proud.
Not
much else to say on that… I left pretty promptly too, as my knees were aching,
home at 11.30 in reflective mood. Strange how a performer can play the exact
same set over 2 shows, but for the mood and atmosphere of those shows to be completely
different. One relaxed and full of good humour, the next a poignant tribute to
an old friend. Either way, 2 splendid nights out from Gaz and his besties. Here’s
to Dave Young… and the Original Trilogy!
