The 101 – King Tuts #KTSN19 | SMALL GIG TRIPS


Of the four acts on the bill, Dunfermline artist Amy Lou was the only of the lot who we had extensively listened to in the past, and we were buzzing to finally witness the truth-defying lass and her Monday Club in action.

As soon as she got rolling, folk herded towards the stage like dogs to a whistle. She was putting in a real effort, exhibiting heaps of energy, trotting around the stage like nobody’s business, singing and shredding as she did. Nothing but pure confidence from her as she radiated with this diva-like quality and don’t-give-a-f*** mentality.

Her tunes were infectious, with the highlights being Fiat Five Hunner, Chania and forthcoming single Addiction, each boosted by the good rhythm pairing of Scott and Joe on the bass and drums, plus we got a magnetic solo turn of Common People by Pulp, and half the time, her voice was so potent you could still hear her clearly feet away from the mic.

A charming wee set from a total character to light us up and get the party started.

Echo Machine from Dundee were being hyped to the moon and back by a multitude of other musicians within the scene, and for good reason.

Lewis’ station failed him and delayed matters, but once they made progress, we instantly fell in love with their radiant sound blending the best elements of electro-pop, post punk and dark alternative goth.

Leading man Ghari was a marvel to watch, being theatrical, immensely charismatic and pretty much within his own dimension, sliding around so flamboyantly in a sleek and stylish manner. The quintet worked their magic like a wholly complete unit; in particular the riffs and synths were really class.

Unfortunately a couple of obvious mistakes hurt them a little, ruining the pace, but apart from that, they had hugely impressed us and lived up to their widespread buzz.

We took a chance signing up for Swim School‘s mailing list before we had even heard them, but as we predicted, the risk paid off.

The mic was dead during the first song, but the quartet kept their cool and played through without a hitch otherwise while the engineer did what he had to do.

Each group on this line-up stood out with a certain specialty, and in this band’s case, their vibe was of the dreamy indie variety, and they pulled it off so well. The slower material was stunning, while the more involved tunes had a beaming bounce to them.

Their songs featured joyfully silky guitar chords, tender bass tones, great drum beats and elegantly gorgeous harmonies, and with these combined ingredients, the four turned in what was a tight and delightful performance overall that captivated the rammed venue from end to end.

And to close the night were Aberdeen boys The 101. Although this was our first time seeing them live, we had seen Dexter do a lone set at Nice N Sleazy’s supporting November Lights months prior. He was good then, so we had faith that they would provide something worthwhile as a whole.

It took just a matter of moments for the crowd to find themselves hooked by their branch of sweet, groovy and melodic numbers, including a pair of ladies in the front corner bouncing up and down to their heart’s content, while others throughout the venue clapped, danced and fervently sang back the words

Their most recent single Sleeping In was amazing, more or less done perfectly, with others such as Statues and First And Last making a mark, but they would also take a moment to reel things back for the mature, low-tempo It Never Rains and prove to be just as effective.

Each of the members were skilled at what they did, with us admiring the riffs, rhythms, keys and vocals, fusing together to create a satisfying total package. A job well done for the six guys, succeeding in bringing us and their fans a vibrant headlining show.

Shredd – King Tuts #KTSN19 | SMALL GIG TRIPS


Beyond the beloved headliners Shredd themselves, there were a couple of other bands on the bill that had been gaining a lot of attention which we hadn’t checked out yet. Messed Up Youth from Fife were one, and they had the task of not only transforming us into fans, but kicking off the night in a big way; both accomplished in top notch style.

After the intro being delayed due to “shocking behaviour”, they would fire into a batch of cracking, dirty sounding material that was wild and off the chain, barring a couple of weaker songs, but the rest were so good anyway that it didn’t make much difference. Out the lot, Idol For Degenerates was our favourite, as it was a flat out banger with great writing.

They hoped we were enjoying their “lovely tunes” and that we did, engaging us with these blinding rhythms forged from crunchy basslines and battering drum claps. Adding to those were frantic riffs and gruff twin harmonies, and in general, the three members would just gel together so well.

A killer opening set that got the place riled up while cementing our love for this newfound trio.

Sobriety were next, the other act on the line-up that we noticed were amassing quite the following, and they had a fair challenge stepping up after that, but they did so efficiently in a different manner than we expected .

Instead of their music being gritty and reckless like their predecessors, the dapperly dressed Paisley gentlemen treated us to these really refined fusions of indie rock and post punk that were played quite tightly.

The guitar driven melodies were juicy, the beats sharp and frontman Ben showcased a bloody weird but equally appealing charisma that had the crowd almost entranced. We were right into them, and our liking only grew with each passing number as they ramped up the surreal insanity, plus the lyrics constantly stuck out and rubbed off on us too.

Shoving back tech issues that threatened to hinder things, they were an entertaining quartet with an intriguing drawing power and this quality about them that suggests they will grow into something even bigger down the line.

The final of the supports were Gelatine, a group still somewhat relatively fresh and of whom we hadn’t even heard of when the show was announced. The amount of folk in attendance going nuts for them while they were merely setting up signalled promise, and the results caught us off guard.

They stood out as their own entity on this bill, with a vivid sound that had a mix of the standard but rollicking punk fare that was damn sweet, but also an interesting ambient essence that gave it that added alternative touch.

The latter primarily came from the multi layered 12 string chords, that is when they weren’t being unceremoniously shredded, while the firm rhythm section bought a power game that boosted the energy levels, and completing the deal were some great vocals.

They performed a magnificent set that had a wide chunk of the audience going insane; creating a passionate sweatbox in the middle of the room chock full of jumping, moshing and surfing that finally gave the Mad Crew something to worry about.

While the final song didn’t make for the best climax, capping their set off on a bit of a flat and disappointing note, they had nonetheless made a potent impression elsewhere, and we don’t think it’ll take long for these boys to go on to become a major factor in the brimming Scottish scene.

And who knows, Jason might just actually get his rat out at some point…

It had been a supreme night thus far, with everybody giving us our money’s worth, so Shredd would have to pull off something truly special to justify their headlining spot. By the end of the first song, they had already ticked all of the necessary boxes, and only whacked up the tide as they progressed.

They wasted no effort on unnecessary chit-chat and instead focused more on belting out favourites including their freshly released new single Freak OutMessed Up and oldie goldie Cobra, and obviously we can’t forget In My Head, which is still to this day a flawless f***ing track, executed to perfection every single damn time we witness them.

The stern-faced Chris was a sensationally dynamic riff-meister, we got grungy, thumping bass tones courtesy of Mark, and Calum was a formidable beast, almost damn near breaking the kit with his immense, powerhouse drumming abilities. We’ve said it in the past, but their chemistry is beyond unreal. They’re such a seriously unified force that we believe very few others can match up to.

It was a never-ending joyride that had us and the capacity-capped room totally buzzing and hooked along, leading to more moshes getting under way. As a matter of fact, it got so bloody mental that even the smoke machine went haywire and flooded the entire place in a thick fog.

We don’t have any complaints, we can’t even muster up any feeble nitpicks, the entire thing was just next level. A phenomenally electrifying performance that provided an experience we could happily relive again and again and again.

Shredd have developed their craft to a staggering degree, asserting their position as one of Scotland’s best young live bands and proving that they have done everything possible by this point to earn themselves a more major record deal, which needs to happen sooner than later, because it’d be complete nonsense to pass up on striking the iron while it’s hot and not bringing on aboard an act of this calibre.

11 Under-The-Radar Recommendations @ Reading & Leeds 2019 | SMALL FEATURES

So for anyone who has been paying even the slightest attention, the prestigious Reading & Leeds 2019 is next weekend, playing host to a multitude of awesome bands and musicians.

But with all the big names plastered across the board, there lies underneath a vast array of smaller but just as equally capable acts spanning the line-up who deserve more attention.

So if you’re willing to take a chance and have that itch to discover something new, then here’s our top choices…








(The Main Stage: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

Admittedly, it’s a little weird kicking off this list with a band who are gracing the main stage, but this is a line-up of acts we feel deserve more attention, and Milk Teeth definitely fall under that category.

The Stroud punk rock trio have such a diverse arsenal, with material ranging from the lighter and melodic Owning Your Okayness, to the heavy-hitting and poignant Fight Skirt, or falling somewhere inbetween with the likes of Stain.

Whatever the style, you’re treated to some banging tracks that are characterised by banging riffs, gritty bass tones, stinging drum currents, and a supreme vocal combo.

If you fancy yourself a dedicated Roadrunner connoisseur, why not put Slipknot, Korn and those other big names aside for a moment and treat yourself to a humbler act who are just as worthy of being on the star-studded roster.

And if you’re dead set on making your way to Reading & Leeds, it’ll be worth being down the front bright and early.





(Radio 1 Stage: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

The Australian quartet have been making major waves over the last year or so, namely with the release of their Summer Is A Curse EP, and they are riding on a hot momentum in the run-up to their forthcoming debut album.

The aforementioned EP is the perfect showcase of what they have to offer – high-octane alternative pop bangers that are catchy, rich in their sound and oozing with an unrivaled passion from each of the members, particularly frontman Josh, who gives it bare minimum 110% in whatever he does.

It’s surely only a matter of time before these four start to become regular faces in the charts, so best get down to see what all the hype is about.







(BBC Radio 1 Dance Stage: Reading Friday/Leeds Saturday)

The greatest gift that Motherwell has ever delivered to the world?

Maybe, but what is certain is that rap-rockers The Lafontaines are a hot commodity that truly stand on their own, head and shoulders above the rest, firmly established as one of Scotland’s quintessential acts, and yet we are amazed that they’ve still to truly make that breakthrough, even if they did climb into the Top 40 earlier this year.

They’ve got a trio of staggering albums to their name, donning an extensive collection of content that is utterly wild and thrilling, guaranteed to get the blood pumping with massive thumping rhythms, from there continually holding your attention with a mixture of Kerr’s phenomenal work on the mic and fiercely sharp-witted writing that connects on another level.



(The Pit: Reading Friday/Leeds Saturday)

The Welsh music scene is undeniably abundant with cracking musical talent, including the likes of Junior, Holding Absence and the act in question here – Dream State.

Back when they were just getting started, we already saw a tonne of potential lying underneath, and they’ve only went above and beyond what we expected from them, rightfully developing a reputation as a major force to be reckoned with at the top of the nation’s underground metal picture.

Be it in their music or on stage, they never fail to bring forth this unbridled raw passion that results in these exceptional blinders that are not only damn heavy and exhilarating, but defined by these emotionally ripe, heart-tugging lyrics that effectively leave a lasting impact.

They have earned their spot, and if they continue going strength to strength the way they have been doing so, then the heights that these talented folk are going to reach will be ridiculously insane.






(The Pit: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

We can’t remember the last time an underground band emphatically burst onto the rock scene and rose up the ranks as swiftly as Hot Milk, but it’s well earned.

The self-proclaimed “emo powerpop” outfit are a tour de force, so far delivering a flawless streak of superb numbers, and given the talent on hand, that should come as little surprise.

Jim and Hann are not only fine guitarists but an astounding vocal pairing who match up as perfectly as you could get, and the team of Tom and Harry on the bass and kit respectively are a sturdy team that add an extra kick to already packed tunes.

They are going to be huge, they just are, it’s practically inevitable.




(Festival Republic Stage: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

Back in 2017, we had the privilege of getting to review the Whitburn boys’ debut EP – The Matador – and being happy with the results, while also stating them to be “an act brimming with a lot of potential and are sure destined for greater things sooner than later”.

Well, it’s nice to see that the talented bunch have actually been given their due, garnering more attention as the months roll on.

It’s safe to say that they have developed into one of Scotland’s chief indie rock acts, and if you’ve been unfortunate to have not been exposed to their range of infectiously engaging numbers, then get yourself acquainted ASAP.


(Festival Republic Stage: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

And yet another top-notch young act flying the Saltire at the festival.

Similarly to The Snuts, the Edinburgh natives have been turning heads over the last year and quickly forming a wide fanbase, and also like The Snuts, their music has been good from day one and only gotten sweeter.

The trio consistently spoil us with brilliant, bouncing tunes loaded to the lid with stimulating choruses, zealous vocal performances and dazzling guitars. What’s not to like?


(BBC Introducing Stage: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

Perhaps our favourite discovery to ever emerge from Hastings, the lads reeled us in early last year and impressed us and many others with a superb EP, being quick to top themselves with an even better sequel just recently.

Their backlog is choc-a-bloc with hard-edged rock tracks that are blunt and rugged, dripping in these stern punk overtones, and that subtle harshness has them standing out from the rest of the pack in our estimations.


(Radio 1 Stage: Reading Sunday/Leeds Friday)

We’ve been closely following the London three-piece as far back as the Lyger days. We’ve known from the start that they were talented, and we are so happy that more and more are also beginning to realise that fact.

Nothing but tasty rock belters with great writing and addictively gritty rhythms from these guys, and they are only improving with each passing year. Hopefully they’ll be at a status beyond “under the radar” sooner than later.


(BBC Introducing Stage: Reading Saturday/Leeds Sunday)

Beth Lowen waltzed into the picture last year and had a throng of ears pointed in her direction when she made a sheer mark with her smashing self-titled debut EP, which she has followed up on nicely with a pair of even better singles.

Personifying her is a palpable charisma and a marvelously gruff, magnetic voice which she uses as an effective tool to draw listeners into her compelling, impeccably written songs.

She may be small now, but she definitely holds all the essential qualities to rise above and carve bigger successes in the near future. Only time will tell.


(BBC Introducing Stage: Reading Saturday/Leeds Sunday)

There are few artists in the country, big or small, who have made a connection with us in the way Ishani has since she came to our attention in 2018.

She stands apart from others with her dazzling class of electropop which is attractive, yet haunting. Elevating this aspect is her magically enchanting vocal ability and seriously mature writing skills that just captivates like nothing else.

You couldn’t have asked for a better choice to represent not only women at a major festival, but also the Asian music community, which we wouldn’t mind seeing given more exposure if it means being more talent like Ishani being exhibited to us, and the general public as a whole, for that matter.

Jessica Lynn – The Ice Box (11.8.19) | SMALL GIG TRIPS


Before Jessica Lynn would grace us with her presence, we would be treated to a pair of familiar local supports, the first of whom was 17 year old Jordan Stewart.

While she was openly nervous when chatting to the folk, obvious from her fast speech and tripping over words, fortunately that shakiness went right out the window whenever she performed, and she did so well. Even when she slipped and forgot a line, she played it cool and recovered with no bother at all.

Most of her material was simple musically, but it was boosted by a real sense of maturity and honesty writing-wise. X Ray Vision was a big highlight for us, Sisters carried a resonant theme, and other slower pieces such as Lead Me Back To You were actually quite magnetic.

We were hooked, and clearly the rest of the audience were too. Despite most being total strangers, they were respectful and gave Jordan their utmost attention. Overall, she pulled through and personally impressed us, getting the show off to a positive start in the process.

Up second was our old friend Colin Bell, aka Fallen Arches, who offered something different to Jordan, with most of his tunes being full of life and driven by these engaging acoustic melodies. He was fiercely passionate in his performing, with his singing loud and heartfelt, and his frenzied strumming a pure blur.

His music featured a range of lyrical content, spanning enduring a loved ones’ major health incident, getting his head kicked in and, in his words, humping…obviously that’s Colin putting it bluntly, they were usually a lot more emotional when how they were described.

Okay granted, there was the upfront D***head, where the crowd were invited to chime in, and they did exactly that, which involved us blindly swearing as none other than Jessica Lynn was stood right beside us…talk about a Glaswegian welcome.

On that note, the people were having a blast, listening intently while he played, sharing a cheery laugh over his dark, often morbid quips, and even clapping along to Footprints.

It was, in many respects, a beautiful train wreck, but in all seriousness, he did a banging job, entertaining those in attendance while turning up the dial within the room and igniting a newfound buzz as soon as he was done and over with.

And now for the hotly anticipated main event – Jessica Lynn, of course.

From the get-go, she was super appreciative of the support, and it didn’t take long whatsoever for her to get a party going, as she and the crew fired through one delightful song after another, with very little room to catch our breath, instead opting to keep that excitement roaring at a constant high.

We can’t recall the last time that we’ve witnessed a musician bring such a charming, infectious enthusiasm anywhere close to the standard Jessica had throughout essentially the entire set. She was all smiles and put bucketloads of legitimate effort into everything she did, especially in the singing, and because of that, the audience would linger onto every word, and in turn admire the lyrics.

The rest of her entourage were excellent as well; whether it’d be the suave Steven, Momma Victoria & Poppa Peter, the sharply dressed Brian or the immortal legend Grandpa Bob; and they served to elevate the tracks to a higher degree. Their chemistry was clearly tight-knit, but being a family affair, that comes as expected.

She was an energised ball of fire and regularly egging the attendees on, encouraging them to get involved as much as possible, and that was accomplished with ease. In fact, proceeding towards the end, the volume of those on their feet and dancing just grew and grew. It was simply a blast to watch, and the atmosphere in the venue was purely electric, only being amped up with each track that was dished out.

It was a totally tremendous performance that brought an arena sized spectacle to an intimate setting and firmly validated that Jessica has earned every single ounce of success attained over in America. It’s no wonder she has become a rising sensation, and her music deserves to be taken to a global level.

But it goes beyond the music. Sharing a conversation with Jessica, we found her to be one of the most down-to-earth human beings that we’ve ever met, and as a matter of fact, that sentiment can be said about the whole group.

Working for nearly a decade around the underground music scene, there are undoubtedly a lot of lovely folk, but we have dealt with handfuls of bad seeds with less than pleasant attitudes who endlessly ride on their egos, so when a superstar like Jessica, with the major status that she holds, came forth and proved herself an absolute humble soul, that honestly made our heart soar, and we left very happy with a lot more faith in what we were fighting for.

The moral of the story: we all need more Jessica Lynn’s in our lives.

(Also, Jason is the cutest wee person according to Victoria, and he will proudly wear that badge with honour for as long as he lives.)

Saint Luke’s All Dayer 2019 | SMALL GIG TRIPS


Kicking off the epic 7 hour marathon was the man known as Matt Scott, one of the few on the bill totally new to us…well, barring an appearance as part of Anna Sweeney’s outfit at King Tuts the week before.

He started out decent, not immediately grabbing us, but after a few of his solid consistently upbeat rock tunes feature good vocals, great stuff from his accompanying entourage, and a few tasty solos thrown into the mix, he swiftly improved in our eyes and had us firmly hooked until the end.

A satisfying way to start off the day, suitably warming us up and getting us buzzing for the journey ahead.

Next up was John Rush, a bloke who initially came into our radar through a certain David Blair, and he promised to “depress the f***” out of us.

While we can’t go that far, he did have our undivided attention with his range of tunes, primarily off his Beneath The Apple Tree album which we listened to earlier this year.

The lyrics were strong and emphasised by John’s emotional harmonies; the highlight of the set being Sister, where he just exploded with this riled passion. Add to that some excellent harmonicas and acoustics, not to mention a pleasant sing along with the crowd, and you have yourself a heck of a talented singer-songwriter who is as legitimate as they come.

And remember: the jacket never comes off.

Our pals at Discovery Music had touted relative newcomers Spyres as a must see act, and we could totally see why.

We got a Van T’s vibe off them, obviously a big positive in our books, and the four ignited this fiery energy within the Winged Ox and reeled in both those already present and anyone else who happened to be passing by.

The dual riffs were great, the rhythm section were driving with plenty of force, and the singing was hearty as all hell, and they kept the pace running strong throughout, with us thoroughly engaged all the way.

Radiating with an edge and a tonne of confidence, its been a while since we were so blown away by a new find, but Spyres pulled it off. Bloody impressive stuff, and we implore everybody to get them checked out pronto, because we can potentially see them rising to the top dead quick.

Fresh and high off that buzz, now it was time for one of our most anticipated picks of the day, the almighty Franky’s Evil Party, who we have been championing ever since they blew our minds at Tuts back in January, and on this day, it was that plus twofold.

The shredding and the synths were relentless, there was an awe-inspiring shift on the bass and drums, and we got wild, barbaric howling from Josh as always; a formidable frontman always seemingly toeing that line of complete lunacy when on stage.

Their sound was huge and the presence immense, blowing us away with one unadulterated banger after another, including Big Push, and the no holds barred Paradise which capped off with an epic berserk meltdown.

Despite having to call it quits early, this was nevertheless an utter unreal performance that was brain meddling and breathtaking, a 2 for 1 deal that reminded us that Franky’s Evil Party are in fact f***ing awesome and one of the best live acts on the go in Scotland right now.

So after barely getting any sort of breather following that carnage, we squeezed back into the Winged Ox for Lizzie Reid, who we had seen previously as part of Crystal, as well as Russell Stewart’s mob, but never for her solo stuff.

She treated us to a nice set of alternative pop songs often running off pleasantly smooth melodies, and they were quite mesmerising when at their best, although we also got a couple of higher energy pieces that were awfully catchy. Lizzie’s vocals were wonderful, plus she was a good guitarist and had an equally capable group by her side.

It was more simple and straightforward compared to the last few on the bill, but nonetheless worth being present for.

Now for one of our favourite women on the entire planet – the newly blessed Scarlett Randle – who has rightfully been gaining more attention by the day, and as is her wont, she opened up with ABBA and got entering crowd members joining in to Dancing Queen.

There are few artists in the Scottish scene who have the confidence that she bolsters, with her flaunting a glamorous charisma that is charming, carrying right through into her jazzy get-up, which was soon halved for the final song.

But when push comes to shove, Scarlett is more than just a colourful character with a likable sense of humour, she’s a genuinely excellent singer and songwriter, as demonstrated through the lyrical content and beautiful harmonies in the likes of oldie Berlin and the spellbinding Her, but that’s not to take away from the other infectiously bubbly numbers such as Falling and the currently untitled piece.

A simply fabulous set as usual from an artist destined for bigger things in the not too distant future.

We had never heard of the band WEB prior to them being announced for the bill, but that didn’t matter too much, as they had us cinched within the first minute.

The trio sounded tight, visibly invigorating a multitude of others within the rammed room as they dished out strong riffs, basslines and thumping drum streams in equal measure.

This World Can’t Hurt You and Sandstorm were particular stand outs, and the energy only elevated as they progressed to a wild finish. A cracking display that was, all in all.

A handful of people instantly flooded back next door to see Luna The Professor get started, and after being taken aback by them at King Tuts at the top of the year, we were looking forward to them too.

The guys as expected belted out a range of banging indie rock anthems, putting a lot of effort into their playing, whether it’d be great skills on the guitar, the dynamic rhythms or the smashing lively vocals, and as more entered, they too stood to attention and enjoyed what was on offer.

They always prove to have a solid presence, and that was more abundantly clear given the size of the stage that they were gracing. While not quite the stormer like the one we were in attendance for last time, it was still another successful effort in the books for the young Wishaw quartet.

We had heard only snippets of Voodoos in the past, but we knew we’d be in for something sweet, especially if their SAMA nomination last year was anything to go by.

Truthfully speaking, we don’t need to say much, the audience reaction spoke for itself. By miles, the hottest the heaving crowd had been so far, as we found ourselves in the midst of mental folk bouncing, moshing, yelling, clapping and drunkenly waltzing about.

It was a positively electric atmosphere that enveloped the totsy room, all of which was truly earned, as the four delivered snappy punk tracks that left very little space for dull moments. Easily one of the more impressive bands of the day so far.

It had been 2 and a half years since we were last within the presence of the beautiful Edinburgh lads Indigo Velvet, so we were eager to finally catch them in action again, and the results were pleasing.

They seduced us and the rest of the keen folk around the vicinity with their delightful brand of tropical pop, which has clearly only better developed over time, plus there was a continuous variety throughout, one minute being sleek and melodic as anybody would predict, but in some spots they could take it in a rockier direction and it proves to be just as effective, even a little more exciting.

Bringing their wondrously addictive songs to life were polished performances from all five guys across the board, and with very little in the way of flaws or mistakes, it was among the best executed sets we had seen over the course of the day.

A key moment was when they got everybody chiming along and boogieing to the awesome Sunrise, and making their exit to a rip roaring ovation, they served as one of the event’s most noteworthy highlights.

While taking a quick break to rest our aching feet, we could hear SNASH blaring from the next room, accompanied by impassioned cheers. As we eventually came through, it was obvious that the lads were picking up the pretty mess left by Voodoos earlier on and cranking it up to another level.

The pits were twice as big and bloody non-stop, and surfing went down as the four on stage inspired the havoc and bloodshed unfolding with their fast and furious bangers that were bitterly hard-hitting, and at the centre of it all was the ring-leading frontman with his angst infused yells that circulated while the rest of the group followed behind him in stomping fashion.

An absolutely joyful spectacle, that was, and thoughts and prayers for the staff and security on hand.

We put our hands up and admit to having never listened to underground heroes Strange Bones at all before, but whenever in discussion, they were always built up as ones to watch. As soon as Bobby launched himself off the top of the barrier onto the heads of the crowd within the opening seconds, we immediately regretted not ever doing so.

In the space of half an hour, he trotted around essentially the entirety of the venue, on and off stage, like a bloodthirsty psychopath with the mic in tow, scrunching his neck with the wire as he went, bursting out with insane lyrics in the middle of a hurricane of frenzied, loose-screwed people who joined in the ongoing massacre screaming and bounding around like their lives hinged on it. The tunes were immense and everybody responded in kind.

It’s tough to describe everything that went down in words, but what we can say is that we had just bore witness to a f***ing biblical event. How are Strange Bones not huge already? That had to have been one of the most monumentally deranged sets that we’ve ever experienced.

Right then, so Parliamo somehow had to follow THAT. After getting a brief spell to sober up, we headed on through, and luckily those early worries were out the window quick.

Their tunes were tightly produced and managed to keep the knackered attendees going with a vividly engaging sense of energy, rapid tempos and catchy choruses. Jack had a damn good voice and was off the wall, constantly being possessed by the spirit of Ian Curtis, the riffs were nice and flashy, and the rhythm pairing had a lot of juice in the tank.

But it wasn’t just purely about sending the place wild, as they had some slower stuff in their arsenal inspired by living in a ‘wee sh***y town” that had more mature lyrics featured. Trust us when we say that we adored spectating the chaos earlier, but this was a much needed breath of fresh air that helped separate Parliamo from the rest of the star studded pack, thus making them a worthy option to bring the Winged Ox stage to a close.

13 diverse acts scratched, only 1 remained: the almighty Tijuana Bibles, who we had been big fans of for ages, but kept missing out on the opportunity to see in the flesh.

Underneath a shower of strobes, leading man Tony established himself with an authority through his assertive singing, yelling and occasional wailing, while throwing in an oddball essence here and there that made him all the more captivating to watch.

Elsewhere, the guitar performances were quality, the drumming slick and the bass tones just plain supreme, not to mention that their chemistry was clear and the energy levels consistently up to the brim, with their general sound packing a weight that validated their position headlining a sizeable venue like this.

The guys spoiled us with an array of new stuff; all of which was class and ranks as some of their heaviest material to date, which has got us extra buzzing for their forthcoming album; before sending the audience home happy with the phenomenal Pariah.

Despite the insanely good bands that preceded them, Tijuana Bibles were still able to up their games and pull through with an outstanding set which perfectly culminated one hell of a staggering daylong ride.

Chrissy Barnacle & Jared Celosse – The Old Hairdressers (9.8.19) | SMALL GIG TRIPS


The first half of the night was helmed by Jared Celosse, who had completely flown under our radar until we were given the lucky opportunity to experience his portion of the Archipelago EP prior to release.

The fella of course treated us to a selection of tracks from the aforementioned record, including Wave, New Orleans and the goosebump-inducing Crashing Down, as well as additional older and newer pieces.

He had a magnetic quality, fixating the silently frozen crowd with his fantastic fresh voice and stellar work on the keyboard, and you know what? That was enough for us.

Don’t get us wrong, we adore the strings and the synths that give his songs a grandiose size, but those two traits of his alone had us all captivated and totally drawn in, even without the extra bells and whistles.

There are few artists that we know of that can capture that kind of magic in a stripped capacity – such examples being Carla Easton, Rosie Bans and Josephine Sillars; all incredible pianists in their own rights, incidentally – and Jared is one of them. What a privilege to be in attendance for a set of that calibre.

And now for the second half featuring Glaswegian mainstay Chrissy Barnacle, who we were super excited to finally see live again, especially after falling in love with her side of the EP.

For starters, her vocals were supremely good, not only covering a broad pitch range, but also flawlessly conveying the right emotions where appropriate to such a sharp degree. Complimenting that fact was her fiercely vivid spectrum of facial expressions, and wow, we’ve never seen a musician so focused and committed into a zone, as she was totally enveloped within every single solitary action, word, movement…just plain everything.

The songs, whether it’d be Witches, Cannibal Rats or Guard Dog, were magical and unpredictable in tone, more specifically in the writing department, spanning the gamut of being sad, interesting, bizarre, snappy, darkly comical; a little bit of all you could imagine, really; and completing the package was some outstanding skills on the acoustic guitar.

We were thoroughly mesmirised, sat still in awe from beginning to end, as were the rest of the suckered in audience. Chrissy is a unique enigma, a definitively one of a kind artist on another level that nobody else in the Scottish scene seems to match up to, and considering the hefty standard of the country’s talent, that’s one hell of an achievement.

It is a real shame that she has not already been recognised as such on a wider public scale by this point. Perhaps too radically different for the mainstream, but what’s wrong with having a square peg in a round hole now and again?