Sam Carter at South Street

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Sam Carter at South Street

A funny thing happened to Sam Carter on the way to South Street for his first ever appearance at the venue. At least he thought it was funny. A passing pigeon deposited some droppings on him just before the gig. Sam used a more Anglo Saxon word for what landed on him when he told the audience this tale, I should confess.

“It’s supposed to be good luck isn’t it,” he laughed.

And that summed up perfectly Sam’s optimistic and engaging personality.

Like many of the best English folk artists, his affable nature and modest demeanour belie his status as one of England’s finest finger picking young guitarists in the mould of Richard Thomson and Martin Simpson.

Add his strong sometimes soulful, sometimes bluesy baritone vocals, witty between-song banter, and thoughtful lyrics and we had the makings of an intimate evening of laughter and audience participation in the best folk club tradition.

Despite performing solo with just an acoustic guitar, such is the virtuosity and complexity of his playing he filled the room with a rich enveloping sound. The stark emotional honesty of songs such as Pheasant about getting “flattened like a pheasant on a country lane” by love, or The One describing a father’s advice to his son about his failed marriage, his song writing is poignant and moving, while maintaining hope and optimism.

Although he is regarded as a folk singer songwriter in the English tradition, he also performed some newer material with a more American and bluesier feel – particularly on Waves and Tremors a straightforward 12 bar number about the Fukushima disaster.

Sam closed with an encore of audience participation on The No Testament, a secular hymn and title track from his new album.

Hopefully this won’t be Sam Carter’s last visit to Reading – but he should keep his eyes on the pigeons next time.

(This review first appeared on getreading.co.uk.)

Ethan Johns at South Street

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It’s Saturday night in February and I find myself once again in South Street on the strong recommendation of a friend that I really should go down and see Ethan Johns. So here I am, I have to say largely due to the artists track record as a guitarist and producer for such artists as Ryan Adams and Laura Marling, because I have to admit that I’m at this gig cold, having not heard any of his material and to be honest I have no real idea what to expect, and it would seem a large portion of the audience are equally unacquainted with his work.

As so often seems to be the case at these South Street events it appears to be a sell out. As I take my seat, with a table, this is gigging in comfort, I am pleased to see an intriguing stage set-up, I’m sure he’s playing solo but there seems to be an array of gear that could easily accommodate 3 if not 4 musicians. To the left there’s a mighty fine looking piano that wouldn’t look out of place on Neil Young’s stage, there are several vocal and instrument mic’s set for seated and standing, a fender amp, acoustic and electric guitars and the coolest tape machine that could have been swiped from the set of a 1950’s science fiction movie.

Ethan appears on stage promptly at 9, and ambles around with a slightly distracted look, as if he’s not quite sure where would be the best place to kick off tonight’s proceedings, it has the quality of theatre about it, feeling as if I’m just at the start of some intriguing play. Ethan decides that it’s best to start off seated, gently greeting the audience in a soft considered voice, I have to say that I’m am both impressed and slightly jealous of his mighty fine beardage.

His first number is a melodic finger picking number that immediately puts me in mind of Josh Ritter in his early years, before he went all Bruce Springsteen. This introduction is a beautiful subtle folk number, but if I thought with this first song I have him pegged then I am proved wrong with the very next number ‘Across The Valley’, which is more country roots/rock played on electric with a great riff running through it. This, it soon becomes apparent, is the way the set will ebb and flow, from soft and subtle, to dark and edgy, these are songs of light and dark but at their heart you always feel a positive message flowing.

As the set begins to roll and Ethan seems to relax into his set, loosing some of the early nervousness, the songs regularly switch in sound and style, there are a mix of acoustic and electric numbers and in the middle of the set a rather stunning number ‘Eden’ on piano, ‘The Turning’ introduces the tape machine with a pulsating rumble underpinning the melody, hats off to him for lugging that big bit of kit to the gig for one number, other bits of electronic gadgetry are introduced along the way, including where told, a box that contains the essence of Laura Marling for the track Whip Poor Will, but these are all used in a subtle way that always compliment the tracks and never swamp them.

As the set eases to its finale and we are warned that to avoid awkwardness there will be no encore, I find I have been thoroughly drawn into Ethan’s assorted mix of Americana with its English folk twist and warmed to his soft spoken slightly awkward charm, and man, that is a great beard.

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The Ultimate End

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The Ultimate End

The beginning of The Ultimate End

When you hit the stage for the first time as a newly formed band, regardless of the months spent writing and hours meticulously rehearsing your set, it’s always a big ask to expect a performance of confidence and continuity delivered with a swagger, however, it can happen, and tonight was a case in point for Reading’s latest band The Ultimate End. It has to be said the band are comprised of musicians and singers who have their own individual track records, but even so, this was a great first gig. If my expectations prior to the gig were high then they are now raised somewhat more for any future gigs.

Front man James Histed led the way, it’s the first time I’ve seen him play without a low slung guitar over his shoulder, he moved, he swayed, he even leapt around the stage, in-spite of the rather heavy looking shoe wear, cool flares and velvet jacket trying to drag him back down to earth. I know James is a great admirer of Jarvis Cocker, and some of his moves owe much to his idol, but vocally he puts me in mind of a modern day incarnation of Peter Perrett crossed with Howard Devoto, he has great vibrato quality to his vocal and an ability to go from spitting out words to an almost operatic squeal. But the vocals truly hit the highs when the backing of Maija comes into play at key points in the songs. On bass, hiding under the peak of his cap Zac Yeo beats out the sort of bass lines any bass player would love to get their hands on. In the left corner, caged behind amps, keyboards and PA speakers was Raji, belting out some snarling guitar riffs, I see now why he’s been hemmed in. If I new the drummers name it would be here too as he managed to hit rhythms that both complimented and were an integral part each song, without trying to dominate, drumming as it should be.

Musically the band well and truly deliver a slice of classic eighties alternative rock. As they move through this short introductory set various references spring to mind Magazine, The Cure and Japan are top of the list. That’s not go say they directly sound like those bands but there is a definite sense of inspiration, luckily, unlike so many eighties inspired bands I’ve heard of late where, having lived through that decade, I can see where they have lifted their tunes, The Ultimate End are very much their own band.

There were several stand out moments for me, I loved the tracks ‘The final Breakdown’ and ‘It’s all over for you’ but the two songs that linger in the memory are ‘Speciesism’ which has got one hell of a fuck off bass line, I didn’t want it to stop, particularly when the aggressive distorted keyboard solo kicked in followed by a Stylophone, Rolf never played it like that when I was a kid, if only I’d have realised its potential back then, this is a song to end a show with if ever there was one. Hard on it’s heals was the truly beautiful song 4 Steps, a song I have heard Maija perform solo in the past, but played here with more edge and angst, another tune that has a captivating melody.

When the end to The Ultimate End’s set arrives there is great appreciation from the audience and a demand for more, but they leave us… wanting more… the ultimate beginning for The Ultimate End. If you get the chance sometime soon, I would recommend checking out a live performance by this band, unfortunately they’re such a new band they don’t have any web pages of any sort, so we’ll keep you posted on any gigs we hear about.

Matthew E. White – Big Inner

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There is a constant battle in my life to find new music that meets a certain criteria. Clearly one of those is to be able to just kick back and listen, drink in hand and enjoy what you’re listening to. Another is to be able to listen to on the train, whilst the world goes about it’s business.

But finding music that can do that is hard, not least because of the sheer volume of music that gets released every day and sieving the wheat from the chaff, finding something you will listen to again and again is never easy. So I make use of anything I can to help that and in this case thank goodness for Biblify and it’s Spotify reviews.

Matthew E. White is a new name to me and I’m sure to everyone else as well, having up until now only had one solo release and his new release Big Inner, was only available in the UK from 21 January, to coincide with a limited UK tour. He had previously been heard on psychedelic country-rockers the Great White Jenkins but they clearly passed me by as they did many others I suspect.

This album is clearly very personal. It draws on his life, his loves and ultimately the message is that love conquers all. There is a haunting melodic feel to his voice, almost soulful at times and he uses instruments to great effect, brining in guitars at just the right time and keyboards when needed. The second track, Big Love,  is the one that captured me and made me listen again (and again as it happens) with it’s use of overblown wind instruments and vocals.

There are some clear influences on the album – Randy Newman springs to mind and his Southern roots come through, coming from Virginia as he does, along with a sense of spiritual having been raised by Christian missionary parents. But the overall mix of sounds is just good to listen too and kick back, drink in hand. His voice is rich and at times haunting, but always clear. This is an album that will be in the car and listened to on the train for some time and it’s been a great find.

I do hope it’s successful and we get to see the songs performed in the UK over the festival season. Have a listen to the Big Love here and then go and get the album. You won’t regret it I’m sure.

Big Love – Matthew E. White

Southern Tenant Folk Union at South Street Arts Centre

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Southern Tenant Folk Union at South Street Arts Centre, Reading

Southern Tenant Folk Union at South Street Arts Centre, Reading

(This review was first published in The Reading Post.)

Car crashes, axe murders and a world after the oil runs out – just some of themes that inspire the songs of nu-grass exponents Southern Tenant Folk Union. If that doesn’t sound too cheery you might have been surprised how full of vitality and bonhomie the band are in person. Although there was a slight frisson when we learned that Carrie Thomas, fiddler and vocalist, and only woman member of the band, is also an embalmer by profession.

“I like to write songs about what I know,” Carrie told me after the show. “I’m not trying to be macabre, and to be honest I try to write about all sorts of things, but it’s easy to tell the difference between someone clutching at straws and someone singing about what they really know.”

Carrie’s haunting vocals on her adaptation of the spine chilling Days By The Seaside – a murder ballad by Donald Ker – proved this point on the night with memorable effect.

Stylishly turned out in colour co-ordinated vintage outfits, the band are equally as pleasing to the eye as the ear. With a single condensing mic on stage to capture a genuinely acoustic performance and no forest of stage furniture to contend with they are also a gift to the photographer.

The band performed their new record Hello Cold Goodbye Sun in its entirety between two sets of fiery bluegrass numbers selected from their back catalogue. This gave us two shows in one. The new material a darker and more thought provoking cinematic soundscape contrasting with the more traditional bluegrass.

The single mic was abandoned entirely for a closing set of upbeat numbers, and fever pitch was reached with some crowd participation on Don’t Take No Notice and Never Got The Best of Me before it was hello cold again as we exited into a frosty Reading night.

Willie Douglas

southerntenantfolkunion.com