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Thurmanators. The Lion, Castleford. 18.10.2019

Her Ladyship was out with her chum, so a solo mission to The Lion. We always try to call in at some stage over the weekend. They have live music on every weekend and we are card-holding members of the ‘Keep Live Music Alive’ club so I made the effort.

Arrived at 8.00pm and had the misfortune to watch possibly the worst football match I have ever seen via Sky. 90+ minutes of players cheating, moaning and shirt-pulling, plus 2 managers continually complaining at anything from the price of the pasties upwards.

But, the 3-piece from Rotherham took to the stage to relieve the agony…or so I thought. Back in the late 70s a trio of 20 – year olds could be forgiven in creating the hapless racket that this shower inflicted on the suitably thin crowd. But these 3 are almost as old as me. They try to give us some sort of ‘club like’ history of punk. Their attempt at The Ramones ‘ I Wanna Be Sedated’ was embarrassing, with not even an attempt at the proper words. Their Facebook page describes them as ‘not your average punk rock band’. Never has a truer word been consigned to the ether. The usual ‘punk’ tunes were similarly butchered.

I tend not to review basic pub covers groups as they are what they are. But this shower of sh*te need referencing in case you are thinking of going to see them. Even if you are thinking of going to see how dismal they are…don’t! It will only artificially swell the audience. I didn’t take a photo as it may have given them the impression that I thought they were good.

At least the bus turned up and it had stopped raining.

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The Marwills. Duck and Drake. 11.10.2019

The Duck and Drake has a knack of snapping up groups from across the pond who are touring over here. Curtis Eller and Jared James Nicholls are two such people who have given great shows in the past…and I can definitely add Canada’s The Marwills to that select bunch.

9.30pm start as usual and they are straight into JJ Cale’s ‘Crazy Mama’. Willie Dixon’s ‘Back Door Man’ has been covered by many since it first appeared on the B-side of Howling Wolf’s ‘Wang Dang Doodle’ in 1961 and is giving a good outing tonight. ‘Seems To Me’ heralds a phase of their own (excellent) songs, with Mr Cale’s ‘Call Me The Breeze’ slotted in. ‘Sultans of Swing’ seemed a strange, if possibly unplanned, addition and , yes, they’ lost it’ momentarily but it was still good. The first set finished with a great ‘One Way Out’, with the two guitarists having some great interplay. (As did the Allmans back in the early 70s).

A brief break and the Georgia Satellites ‘Keep Your Hands To Yourself’ restarts proceedings. ‘Johnny B Goode’ started up as I was in the toilet, and some very bizarre bottle neck sounds drifted though the door. Her Ladyship said it was very much ‘off the cuff’ and more visual, as he did itwith a drinks glass.  Sadly we had to go , ironically during their ‘Don’t Go Joe’ but it had been a great night.

I was surprised at the number of cover versions, especially after seeing how good their own songs are on Youtube. But the Grateful Dead always did loads of covers even with 30 years of lps under their belts.Some of the crowd were not all that attentive sadly. One group of 8 women spent all their time talking loudly, taking selfies and videoing themselves. They were rude and not very pretty, so why did they need confirmation?  A Canadian girl next to us talked though every song but whooped and clapped at the end of every song!

But they are minor beefs. The Marwills were great, they are all really friendly and still have some UK dates left. Check them out!  Thanks too for the setlist lads.

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Whitwell Festival of Music. Whitwell. 6-8 Sept 2019

Our third visit to this ‘bijou’ festival in Derbyshire. Set up camp on the Social Club field and went into the club for a couple of heart starters.

Friday. Inside stage only tonight, first up are                    Eddie and the Wolves. Blues-rock power trio from Derby. They start out with a heavy Beatles ‘Come Together’. Their songs are nearly all originals. One such song had a very ‘Little Wing’-ish feel, but had some decidedly dodgy guitar too! They suffered a bit from the sound being distorted for the last couple of numbers. Good start to the fest though.                      Solar Love Society. Reggae sextet from Sheffield. Not a genre that does owt for us, but a few dancing. Male keyboardist took over on lead vocals for ‘Prisoner’.                                          Tony Wright. Terrorvision’s lead vocalist doing his solo acoustic stuff. Place was full, so no seats for our elderly frames. We had to go and sit in what looked like God’s Waiting Room. He’s a good pro, lots of anecdotes to accompany his songs. Unfortunately, we were both suffering from bad heartburn so went back for an early night, missing Molly Manders and the Shut Ups.

Saturday. 11.00 am kick-off in the Social Club with a Beatles theme singalong hosted by Smiley Pete Drake.  Then over to the indoor stage for                     Sam Tucker . Local lad with acoustic guitar. mixing his own songs with covers of the likes of Frank Turner and Illinois’ Alkaline Trio. No delusions of grandeur. we chatted with him in the Royal Oak on Sunday night, where his photo comes from.                 Moore and Watson . Acoustic folk duo from Barnsley. Festival regulars in one shape or another.                      Went into the Spoken Word room, caught the end of                    Sophie Sparham . Young lady from Derbyshire. Does she class herself as a poet or a poetess? Is Meryl Streep an actor or actress? After all, a female lion is a lioness, isn’t it?               Pete Drake is next . Another festival regular, he had to compete aurally with Verbal Warning outside. (People 20 postcodes away could hear them so it wasn’t going to be easy.)  Song about England Women’s Football team, Lionesses!!! Then ditties about Toyah, his local community page, Yorkshire TV’s Peter Levy and Elton John. His ‘Oddly Excluded’ has some Chris Difford-ish rhymes. He is always a welcome sight at Whitwell, just as well as he is always there!               Went outside to catch the end of afore-mentioned Verbal Warning. Punk veterans, with good originals mixed in with ‘classics’.  Their ‘Piers Morgan’ sounded like it could have been written 40 years ago. (He was probably a tw*t when he was 14 too).                                 Smiley and the Underclass. Blurb told us to expect punk/reggae stuff, ie Clash-ish.   Again , not for me. Why does a white London boy with curly fair hair talk with a Rasta accent!? Very energetic, obligatory Ramones T-shirt on stage. I went inside for a pint of Coors Light. Yes, I am a big girl’s blouse but I needed to drink something different to hopefully avoid another night of discomfort.                     Came back out for the Blue Carpet Band.   Starting out with The Doors ‘Break on Through’ and following on with their new single we were treated to a manic rock ‘n’ roll display, with a dash of punk.’The Devil’ slowed things down, briefly, but the whole set was a real treat. We both loved ’em. Good call from the Committee to book them.                                  Went inside for The Garderobes. We came in during the Feelgoods’ ‘One More Shot’. Lots of familiar blues tunes from the likes of Jimmy Reed, Andy Fairweather-Low and Fleetwood Mac. Fine by me.                             Nick Parker and the False Alarms. Not as good as we had hoped, went back inside for                Duncan Oakley . Bloke plus acoustic, when I tell you his first song was ‘The Unfortunate Girl With A Face Like A Bum’ I am sure you get the picture.  The ruder he got, the more Her Ladyship’s double G and T’s attacked her laughing bone.  Eric Clapton’s ‘Wonderful Tonight’ got a less than reverential pasting. Good applause.                      Fuzzbox. An interesting ‘coup’ for the Committee. A couple of wacky women, sporting the abbreviated name from ‘We’ve Got a Fuzzbox and We’re Gonna Use it’. They are definitely a few chips short of a Rotherham schoolkid’s dinner.  More than the occasional sound problem, plus the occasional hairpiece problem added to the haplessness. A lot of bemused faces in the audience, which dwindled exponentially. Gayle and Mike SAGA (see reviews passim) actually left twice . Most people only left once.  For me, they did what it says on the tin (or box). They lived down to all expectations. We got a version of ‘Spirit in the Sky’, maybe they should have done Steve Miller’s ‘Take the Money and Run’. Certainly got people talking, but mostly using words of one syllable. Her Ladyship went outside to check out Robert Fripp’s missus.                                It was Toyah plus guitarist plus electronic help. Obviously cheaper than booking the full group, but reports were good.                   Sons of Clogger. Plenty of T-shirts and hoodies in evidence. Another outfit who have fallen victim to PPI (Plastic Paddy Influence) but have thrown in some U2 too.   Her Ladyship liked them, for a while.  And it was time for bed.

Sunday. Another ‘inside only’ day, finishing at 6.00pm. Bright sunshine! Sadly a cloud over proceedings when it is announced that the excellent Broken Flowers had to cry off. But… first on are                 The Blues Revue. A Ten Years After t-shirt and an excellent rendition of Jethro Tull’s ‘My Sunday Feeling’ were a good barometer of things to come. ‘Outside Woman Blues’, ‘What’d I Say’, BB King and ZZ Top were all well-performed and ‘Man of the World’ brought a great set to an end. Twin guitars, but often playing the same riff rather than harmonising. Very good for the Graveyard Slot.                           Jess Silk. Young women with acoustic guitar and her own songs. Some angry, some not.                                     To replace Broken Flowers, we were treated to the Alan Doonican All Stars. ‘Alan’ and ‘Bjorn’ Doonican gave us a hastily-arranged Doonicans set, sans Scott of course. Which evoked much ribaldry.  A hall packed with Doonicans fans, so no huge guffaws at any of the songs’ punchlines but who cares?  Songs about Nando’s, Costa, Birdwatching. Songs from Marc Coen, The Stones, The Police and Andy Williams are shown no mercy. ‘How Deep is Your Glove’ had to be abandoned but ‘B.I.S.T.O’ escaped unharmed. And ‘Lady in Gregg’s’ rounded off a plethora of peerless parodies. Apologies, I have been listening to Stephen Stills (AKA Captain Alliteration).                          Itchy Fingers. Bass drum said Country Blues Ragtime, and we got some. Plus a lot of swing. Old time stuff from eg The Boswell Sisters and Irving Berlin plus some original songs. Very good.                                       Nick Harper. Son of Roy, he has been performing for 20 years but has had to contend with FFS…Famous Father Syndrome. As have Arlo Guthrie, Steve Rodgers, Ziggy Marley, Jeff Buckley, Julian Lennon et al. Some of these have forged their own identity but Nick H, like others, has his father’s voice.  Yes, he is a very good guitarist and yes he writes his own stuff and yes I like a bit Roy Harper! But, Harper Jr does nothing for us, or Gayle and Mike SAGA.  I just do not like his vocal style. He slaughters ‘Shine On You Crazy Diamond’ (no doubt with reference to his father singing on the Floyd LP ) and ‘Purple Rain’ . Definitely a Marmite act, but lots in the hall were very happy and came out to buy cds etc at the end. A bit disappointing that Mr H didn’t come and work the merch desk and sign stuff. And the building had to be sorted for business as usual tomorrow.

How was it overall?

  1. Value for money. Exceptional. Run on a tight budget, they always manage to get a ‘name’ or two on the programme.
  2. Music. Eclectic, they don’t stick to one genre. Always decent quality.
  3. Beer. Festival drinks  and the venue bar are very reasonable at around £3.00.
  4. Campsite. Unfortunately there was some disgraceful activity on Saturday night. A group of younger people decided to get back to their tents and continue their revelry. Much singing, shouting and effing. Somebody took exception and was told that ‘it’s a festival’ and ‘we have been playing’ so we are carrying on. Fists flew, women screamed, car stereos blared out.  Yes, boys and girls, it IS a festival. But go to bloody Leeds and be amongst drug-addled and booze-fuelled 20 year olds. That is your sort of festival. You are on a field here next to kids sleeping in tents and over the fence are old people’s bungalows with 90 year old residents. And the very festival could be  in jeopardy with this sort of disrespectful, selfish, inconsiderate behaviour. And, yes, we know who you are…and so do the organisers.
  5. Security. Low key.
  6. Staff. Friendly.
  7. Toilets. Maybe room for another portaloo on the campsite? Both were full all day Sunday.
  8. Ventilation. The Indoor Stage room got very hot. If not Air Conditioning, how about a bloody great fan on the ceiling? Please?
  9. Clientele. Accepting that the people involved in point #4 were a ‘blip’, very friendly. Thanks to the couple who found my notebook. I hadn’t realised I had lost it!
  10. Sound. Unusually, the odd problem but seemed ok in general to the paying public

Next year? Yes please. It is a slight concern though that a younger, rowdier element may discover it as cheap festival weekend.

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The Hiding Magpies. Duck and Drake. 23.08.2019

A five-piece from the North West UK, falling under the ever-increasing umbrella that is ‘Americana’. I only found out today that they were playing, and (thanks to the Internet) decided they were definitely worth checking out. ‘In’t YouTube brilliant?!’ We got there early and the soundcheck sounded great. Sounded like Tom Petty’s ‘Anything that’s rock and roll’ played by Dave Edmund’s Rockpile. That’ll do nicely!

On stage prompt at 9.30 pm, and into the excellent ‘Doing The Best I Can’. A definite Tom Petty influence, ok the Rickenbacker was a bit of a giveaway. But no bad thing. TP was always open about his penchant for Roger McGuinn and he soon established his own identity. Plenty more stuff from their eponymous debut lp, including ‘Real Love’, ‘I Can’t Win’ and ‘Just Believe’.  New songs from their upcoming 2nd lp too. ‘Don’t Have To Think Twice’ (I think) had an early Motown feel and ‘Devil In My Soul’ (?) brought the tremendous first set to a close. And signalled our usual trip to the bus stop.

Good songs, good playing, good vocals. Can’t ask for more. And all memorable, original songs. Yes, ‘Keep Live Music Alive’ , but importantly, ‘Keep NEW Live Music Alive’. Because ‘old’ music was ‘new’ music once.

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Farmer Phil’s Festival. Ratlinghope. 9-11 August. 2019

A 3 hour plus drive to Shropshire. We opted to camp in the ‘Quiet’ field. Obviously the organisers did not know that Gayle and Mike SAGA (Salford Anti-Greenchair Association) were en route, making the adjective somewhat contradictory. A lumpy field, ideal for breaking an ankle, we set up camp under a big tree. We arrived on Thursday, which looked a better bet for putting a tent up. Friday forecast was pretty bad.  Listened to Hawkwind’s ‘Hurry on Sundown’ on Planet Rock.

Thursday. Emphasis on being a family day, so not much music on.                 The Endings. Looked like we would be encountering PPI for the first (but not last ) time this weekend. Plastic Paddy Infatuation, that is.  But first, a young man got up with acoustic guitar and bashed out some pub favourites…and told us all we had to love each other. The Endings certainly hit the ground running and kept the tempo up pretty much through both sets. Very little of the irksome slow intros then a 3 minute car crash that most PPI acts favour. One of Her Ladyship’s favourite songs ‘Raggle Taggle Gypsy’ was good and the ubiquitous ‘Galway Girl’ (by that well-known Irishman Steve Earle) went down well. Would we get ‘The Irish Rover’? Was Brian Clough’s middle name  Self-Esteem? Does Piers Morgan ever ‘name drop’?  ‘Black Velvet Band’ brought proceedings to a close, by which time it was lashing down outside.  Splodged back to the tent, to bed.

Saturday.       Worry Dolls. A female trio, with banjo, 6-string and drums. A good sound , good vocals and good songs. Country-ish, with a record to plug.                          Sasha and the Shades   Her Ladyship recognised the lead vocalist from somewhere, she likes his voice. Me, not so much. It sounds too affected and forced. Also a female on vocals. If I was pushed to make a comparison, it would be Jefferson Airplane. Occasional thunderstorms of apocolyptic proportions, it felt like we were reliving parts of the Old Testament at times. They got a good reception from the small crowd who had braved the elements.              In the beer tent, a young man attacked a drum kit. He must have been listening to his grandad’s live lp from Cream’s ‘Wheels of Fire ‘ double lp. Is it 1968 again?                              Neck  PPI.  See my review of Rock and Bike Fest. They played though a huge storm which disappeared to be replaced by bright sunshine.                                 Ska Burst  Another local group, it does what it says on the tube. Also ska’d up versions of the likes of Dexy’s and Human League.                                 Pretty Babs Regulation rock quartet, young and loud. The lead vocalist made a massive error of judgement by making a smart-ass comment to Gayle SAGA. Very foolish, especially coming from a lad whose musical career will obviously consist of playing mid-afternoon slots in small Midlands festivals for a ‘petrol money only’ fee at best. ‘Kings and Queens’ had a hint of ‘Sympathy for the Devil’. No photo of them, Her Ladyship was away doing tent repairs.    Over in the Beer Stage, 5 young men whose combined age was well short of mine gave us a few tunes.                           Lindisfarne Starting out with ‘No Time to Lose’ and finishing with ‘Clear White Light’, they gave us an interesting set. Yes, all the singalongs were there, but there were some lesser-known lp tracks ( ‘Walk a Crooked Mile’, ‘Song for a Windmill’ and ‘Don’t Ask Me’). Occasional sound problems but they are good pros. Hardline Lindisfarners are maybe not too happy with the evolvement of the current line-up, but I am impressed by how Rod Clements always mentions Alan Hull where appropriate. And he never blows his own trumpet , even though he wrote  ‘Meet Me On The Corner’ and the brilliant ‘Road to Kingdom Come’.  Her Ladyship was in top voice. More tent problems back at the ranch.

Saturday         Georgia and the Vintage Youth.   4 piece with female vocalist, they made an interesting start but by the third song were in ska mode.   ‘Bang Bang’ was probably the most familiar number. Back in the beer tent, the 14 year old youth from yesterday set up his drumkit for another bloody drum solo.   On the main stage I could hear some acoustic blues, via ‘You Gotta Move’, ‘Rolling and Tumbling’ and ‘I Can’t Be Satisfied’, but it was too wet and windy to investigate.  Apologies to Michael Messer’s Mantre.   Her Ladyship had been a worryingly long time back at the tent. It turns out that a branch had parted company with our neighbouring tree and ripped a hole in the top. Enter needle, cotton, insulating tape, spray adhesive and The Complete Book of Christian Prayers…in that order.                        The Spitfires  More ska, plus some punk and Jam sounds (the Rickenbacker gave it away).  A young man was dancing half-naked in the mud and rain, Christ knows what he had put on his toast this morning.                      Black Water County  PPI from Bournemouth , with waistcoats. Very energetic. Meanwhile, Her Ladyship was attending a pagan wedding in the beer tent…really.

By now, despite Her Ladyship’s Herculean efforts, our tent was totally Donald Ducked. Decided to throw everything in the car and bale out. The field was impossible for cars to drive in so we asked the staff to tractor us out. Thanks lads.

First time we have done a review from back home while the fest was still in progress!

So

1.Dogs. Absolutely loads of them. At one point it seemed as if we were the only ones without one. One couple brought four into the beer tent, two of which immediately shat on the ground.

2. Kids. Not as many as there were dogs, but plenty. Mostly under control though.

3.Music. Always plenty of ska/reggae and PPI. Lindisfarne were very good.

4.Stewards and Security. All low key

5.Bars. Friendly. 3 pint tokens for an Ayrton, very reasonable.

6. Food. Pizzas from £7.00. The Caribbean chicken patties for £2.00 were great.

7. Campsite. Loudest part was the rain and thunder. Flooding always a danger.

8. Disabled -friendly? Not really, lots of steep banks . I had to laugh when a bloke in  a heavy duty invalid carriage kept inching himself to a more advantageous spot in the beer tent. His vehicle got stuck and he miraculously climbed off and lifted the bloody thing clear!

9. Toilets. There were some portaloos on the campsite. The permanent fixtures were…basic! Gave a whole new meaning to the word ‘shithole’. Toilet paper not exactly in abundance.

Overall. Very popular small festival. If you like dogs, kids, ska and Plastic Paddy music (and mud!) it is great. If you don’t, the accent is very much on the ‘festivalness’.  Punters are friendly, but beware! Gayle and Mike are always on the lookout for people setting up villages of green chairs then naively buggering off. Same weekend as Cropredy, which costs twice as much and is totally open to the elements.
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Swampcandy. Duck and Drake, Leeds. 29.07.2019

It is a Monday night in West Yorkshire and the weather forecast isn’t great. So there had to be a pretty good reason for us to spend an hour on a bus to go to the Duck and Drake. And Swampcandy are definitely one such ‘pretty good reason’.

We got there in good time, Ruben and Joey were both at the bar. I introduced myself as the author of the review of their Acoustic Festival of Britain gig. They remembered it and thanked us for our words and photos. About 90  minutes before kick-off so we attacked the Saltaire Blonde and Old Peculier with much gusto, safe in the knowledge we were on public transport.

9.20pm and straight into ‘Aberdeen’. The crowd was probably only about 30 but we weren’t the only fans there, a couple of t-shirts in evidence and the couple next to us had already seen them on the tour in Liverpool. ‘You Gotta Move’ lulled us into thinking we could relax but the tempo soon got a sharp boost.   It wasn’t long before Ruben announced the advent of the singalong ‘Drink Whiskey With Me’ but kindly gave us a couple of songs notice ( ‘Positive Drinking’ and ‘Anger’) for us to get our throats warmed up. Joey’s (British)  wife got up to add some impressive harmonies to ‘Roll Jordan Roll’, ‘Red Shoes’ and ‘Been So Long’ and the excellent first 45 minutes came to a close. Sadly we had to go for our bus, but safe in the knowledge that the second set will have been equally great.

We had chatted to Gina (Mrs Joey) and her father who were really nice and our Swampcandy stickers are already on the festivan.

Once again , the Duck and Drake put on a great act with no admission fee. The only unfortunate aspect of that gesture is that you can guarantee at least one pillock , shouting at the bar during the set. So we had to suffer Nobby McNobbface from Stockton who seemed to be itching for a fight.

And the good news for any North-Eastern readers (apart from the afore-mentioned wassock from Stockton) is that they are playing at The Cluny in Newcastle on Sunday August 4th, 4.00pm-ish. FREE admission again!  No excuse not to go and see them , even for Swampcandy virgins. Don’t miss Joey either unpacking or repacking his instrument too.

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Rock And Bike Fest. South Normanton. 11-13. July. 2019

Our third visit to the festival (see earlier reviews), we aimed to get there a bit earlier than previously. Site pretty busy even then. Had to overcome one young steward telling us to put car in car park first (No!). Then another saying we couldn’t unload car first, had to move it (N0!!). Free programme and heavy duty black bag is always a bonus.

Thursday. Plenty of people there but bar didn’t open until after 3.30pm.               Seventh Son. Soundchecked with ‘Bridge of Sighs’, decent weather outside the marquee so we got a couple of Wigan Piers, our starter for 10.  Why do so many lead singers have to make a delayed entrance? I really did see one trip up once, he looked a real pillock! Not the first heavy quartet we would hear over the next few days, the afore-mentioned Robin Trower classic made an early appearance. Even from a distance we could recognise vocalist Brian from Oliver Dawson Saxon (well his hooter anyway!). Didn’t realise Seventh Son have been going for almost forty years since forming in Barnsley. Good original songs like ‘Living on a Time Bomb’ sit easily alongside an unusual ‘See Emily Play’. We get a not-unexpected couple of songs from the first two Led Zeppelin lps and they got a well-deserved round of applause.                     VW+Spam=Clash. Convoluted name for an enthusiastic combo. Mixture of frantic versions of Dave Clark Five and Carpenters songs with regulation punk songs from the Buzzcocks and Sex Pistols. Got chatting to Alan who camped next to us last year. A fellow Boro supporter who is equally bemused by whose idea was it to hire Tony Pulis? Her Ladyship thought the bassist was the gay hairdresser from ‘Benidorm’.                     Exhibit A.  Her Ladyship recognised Phil from Dr Feelgood at the bar, she had forgotten they were on later!  So it is ‘Rebel Yell’, Sabbath, Metallica, ‘Nelly the Elephant’ and AC/DC. All pretty much par for the event. Met up with Neil and Val again from Whitwell, a good excuse to mention the festival, see http://www.whitwellfestivalofmusic.org. Tickets nearly all sold!                              New Cranes.  Quintet with accordian. Also a Telecaster-ish guitar with half a neck, a mandolin then? Lots of merchandise and original songs but not too memorable. One number had a very slow Russian intro and carried on slowly.                                 Dr Feelgood. Current line-up has been going for twenty years now, ‘Drives me Wild’ and ‘No Mo Do Yakamo’ from the ‘Case of the Shakes’ lp open proceedings.  A shortened set, no ‘She Does It Right’ but an extended ‘Mad Man Blues’ is their half-time blues workout. Finishing with ‘Route 66’, it seems strange not hearing ‘Bony Moronie/Tequila’ . But they played really well and Robert (as always) got the crowd going.  A good first day.

Saturday. An early visit to the Acoustic Stage.         Hard Rocking Amigos. Quartet starting with ‘Whisky in the Jar’. Guitarist had some early sound problems. Rock classics eg ‘She Sells Sanctuary’, ‘Free Falling’, and ‘Johnny B. Goode’ all went down well but ‘Feel Like Makin’ Love’ (with naff word change) made us feel like makin’ tracks so we did. Her Ladyship broke her fan but, like No.10 Downing St., she had a back-up fan.                         These Wicked Rivers. Four young men with some beards and some sun glasses. Plenty of t-shirts in the audience. Mainly original songs, Neil and Val Whitwell enjoyed the Chris Isaacs’ cover. There were also outings for Neil Young but the encore ‘All Along the Watchtower’ didn’t really work.                         Band From County Hell.  Yet another outfit that have been affected by PPI. No, not the PPI that you got pestering phone calls about. A different one…Plastic Paddy Infatuation.    The first song is a classic example. Slow intro for a few bars then 1-2-3-4 and the tempo increases four-fold. They are from Scotland and have been going for 23 years.  The standard songs are not far away (‘Irish Rover’ with strange growling  and ‘Dirty Old Town’).                      Stage 2 has tribute acts all night, to Idol, Maiden, Priest,Rainbow, and, of course, Angus’s mob.  So we stuck with Stage 1 and next up were                   X-UFO. At one time they changed to House of X but have now reverted to X-UFO. Led by former UFO keyboard player Danny Peyronel on vocals, who obviously didn’t sing lead in UFO though. A mixture of own songs plus UFO classics such as ‘Shoot Shoot’, ‘Lights Out’ and ‘Doctor Doctor’ to finish. Have seen them a few times and they seem to me (a non-UFO expert) to do a decent job.                              T-Rex. Seems the hyphen had to be used rather than a full stop to differentiate from T.Rex.  Formed by T.Rex touring members Paul Fenton and Jack Green. Using Marcalike Jay Spargo, who in a former life did a good job as a mid-sixties Dylan in Dirty Dylan, they give us slick versions of the T.Rex catalogue.                                                   Floyd In The Flesh. I can honestly say that a) I have been a Pink Floyd fan since first hearing ‘Arnold Layne’ in 1967 and b) I don’t like tribute acts, so the likes of FITF are always ‘challenging’ to me.  They start out with a couple of newer songs from the reformed Gilmour-led line-up of the late 80s/early 90s. The singer has a strong voice which is a bit disconcerting as none of the Floyd vocalists were never really famous for strong voices.  ‘DSOTM’ and ‘The Wall’ are well-represented but no ‘SOYCD’ which is usually a safe bet. A bit from ‘Meddle’, and ‘Astromony Domine’ is given the ‘Piper…’ treatment. As previously stated , tribute acts are not our cup of tea, but I have to say that ‘Comfortably Numb’ had a cracking piece of guitar at the end. The big crowd were well-pleased.  A typical Rock and Bike Fest day, the crowd all seemed to go back to their tents happy.

Sunday.        Vulva. An ad hoc outfit put together at short notice last year, they start with another outing for ‘Doctor Doctor’. And would it be a biker event without ‘All Right Bloody Now’ followed by ‘Don’t Believe a Bloody Word’!?! We headed off before the probable ‘Wishing Well’, ‘Can’t get Enough’ and ‘Whole Lotta Rosie’. The Acoustic Stage was the furthest possible distance away. Annoyingly, Stevie One Man, One Mandolin was on his way out. We had missed his unscheduled spot unfortunately.                        Northern Monkey. Are they ‘Northern’? Debatable whether Whitwell is so classed but another excuse to mention the Whitwell Festival, and no, I am not on commission.  Eagle-eyed followers of the Bar Steward Sons of Val Doonican may spot a familiar face, dewigged and detanktopped . ‘What’s Going On’ had a nod to ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ and all the songs had biting lyrics. I will forgive the occasional lapse into PPI.                                   Star Botherers. From over the border in Mansfield, they started out almost country-folkish. ‘First Night Festival Fever’ personified their songwriting pretty well, as did ‘When Dave’s Dead’. But a point deducted for being yet another group who slip into PPI.                            We had intentionally avoided the dismal Surreal Panther and went to Stage 2 where we found                       Neck. More PPI.  Are there any groups of musicians that are actually Irish and play music that is ‘English’? There are bloody hundreds who do the opposite. Broke my pencil. Actually, that is a lie. I am too tight to waste the graphite. The alternative was a Tom Jones tribute next door. My pencil remained cocked in its holster.                         Bad Touch. Much-vaunted quintet with four hairy young men at the front and a less hirsute drummer at the back. They made a big noise which was only marginally greater than the two lots of portaloos, which were REALLY humming by this time. Heavy blues-rock, quite Black Crowes-like. Was one song really called ‘Tell Me Where You Buy Your Jeans’?! Arguably the most clunky song title ever. For a group supposedly heavily influenced by Free, they didn’t sound much like them. And surely they would know something other than ‘Wishing Bloody Well’.  Yet more songs from LZ’s first 2 lps to follow. They were ok, with plenty of original songs, but the singer did have a sizeable attack of verbal diarrhoea.                                      Kingdom of Madness. Formed by some of the many ex-Magnum members with the former Snakecharmer lead vocalist, they are here to give us stuff from the ‘classic’ Magnum period. I was a bit too old for them when they peaked in the mid-eighties. We know people who are fans though, our friend Mick will always associate ‘How Far Jerusalem’ with the Miners’ Strike.   I remember buying a double cd of their earlier stuff at last year’s RABF for 20p. For some reason they had a female sing lead on one occasion.   Toyah on the other stage was seemingly less than memorable. We elected to give The Macc Lads a wide berth on the other stage too. I knew the name but had never heard them. I listened to a recent gig on Youtube. The adjective ‘Neadanderthal’ would be an insult to prehistoric man.                        Quireboys. Her Ladyship is a lifelong fan and although Val Whitwell wasn’t really aware of them to start with, she was a new convert by the end. Full down at the front, ‘There She Goes Again’ soon had the crowd in full voice.  Any of you old enough to remember The Addams Family on b&w TV will know the butler Lurch. I suspect you will not know that he had a secret grandson who decided to come to RABF and plonk himself in front of Her Ladyship. He did apologise and offer to swap places though. ‘Hey you’ gets an early airing. ‘I Don’t Love You Any More’ is still too close to Smokie for me , but ‘ 7 o’clock’ brings the set to a raucous finale. Sadly a strict curfew meant the end of the live music, we elected to ignore the ensuing burlesque show and headed tentwards.

Overall?

1. The event. Somewhat more down to earth than last week’s nearby event but didn’t see any bother at all. If you are not keen on use of the ‘f’ word please avoid.

2.Value for money. Excellent.

3. Music. Tried and tested formula, typical of bikers fests. Lots of tribute acts and basic pub covers groups. But they get at least 3 ‘names’.

4.Beer. Very reasonable price and quality. Staff were very good apart from one young woman who was rude. I was only a midgie’s dick away from giving her a mouthful but decided the words ‘arrogant’, ‘condescending’ and ‘attitude’ would have contained too many syllables for a minimum wage piece of pondlife.

5. Security. Frustrating that they continue to ignore the bloke who comes in on a spasmobile packed with cans of Stella and approves of his son ( ?) stealing people’s pint pots (@£1.00 a go). How many? Dozens and dozens. It pays for their weekend. Forget being PC, the whole family are total f**kin tw*ts and need sorting out. And it was maybe a sign that there is a God that I found two pots that they had left behind. Shame I couldn’t know who they had been stolen from.

6. Campsite. Lively!

7. Food. Not sure that fish, chips and mushy peas at £8.50 compared too favourably with the nearby Wetherspoons! Our friends Pete and Chrissie treated us, our turn next year Pete! A lot of RABF people in there at noon. Jacket potato with chilli was good @£4.00 though. Her Ladyship rated the vegan hot dog.

8. T-Shirts. Sensibly priced at a tenner. Surprisingly , AC/DC  were just edged out of the gold medal slot by Iron Maiden.

9. Bike shows, wet t-shirts and tattoo competitions for enthusiasts. See end of gallery for a pitiful failure in the latter!

Recommended.

No names of acts in the photos section, but feel free to use any.  (Credit Her Ladyship please though!)

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