THE STRANGLERS - THE RUBY TOUR - IN CELEBRATION OF 40 YEARS 1974-2014
GLASGOW O2 ACADEMY - 28th FEBRUARY 2014
For the first time since 2006 I was making my way to Scotland to see The Stranglers. Leaving Belfast on a bright and sunny Friday afternoon, the short flight deposited me in a dank and drizzily Glasgow - did I really expect anything different? Having checked into the Hotel, it was a short dander up to The Laurieston Bar to meet up with some fellow gig-goers and whet my whistle with a lager or three before the evening's main event.
As has become the norm, thanks to the Burning Up Times Forum and Facebake, the pre-gig meet-up is an important part of the whole Strangler experience and tonight was no exception. Hordes of clad-in-black fans were arriving in a steady stream, including the bar's very own local regular - Jason. Milling around the growing throng and attempting to catch up with as many people as possible (also, embarassingly, getting some names and faces mixed up) I can only blame years of substance abuse, old age and early onset of senile dementia !! It was great catching up with old and new friends, Toiler, Bongo, Paddy and Dominique - including a fellow country-woman - who, although not going tonight, it was nice chatting to Majella, you can't beat a bit of banter with a Tyrone girl.
Standing outside having a(nother) cigarette, a black cab drew up and unloaded a drunken rabble onto the street - PaulinLondon (who I had contacted earlier), Adrian, Owen and Paul B disembarked, followed by a new face to me - a bespectacled, shaggy-haired and bearded character approached. Who the fuck was this? "Which one of you is Mully?" (expletives removed to spare those of a sensitive nature) this grizzly man-mountain addressed the gathering. Immediately pointing at Paul, I said "He is !!". At this point the penny dropped and I realised this was none other than the legendary Alias. We had never actually met face to face before and it felt as if we knew each other for years (which we had 'virtually') Big hugs and hand-shakes followed - this meeting was the highlight of the trip for me and we spent the rest of the evening catching up as we walked down to the venue. Just as I am about to round the corner, I am accosted by a voice "You here to see Rudi supporting?" - and it could only be John Buchanan, looking as if he had just yomped here from a top Ben Nevis (he is one cheeky so and so).
Once inside the Academy I made my way to a spot in front of the sound desk in readiness for the two hour aural sculpture to come. Nine Below Zero had already played and just as I positioned myself against the metal barrier the four framed video screens sparked into life as the written manifesto ticker-taped it's way across them. As silouhetted Stranglers passed, the familar strains of Waltzinblack boomed out over the PA and as a torch beam lit their way, the band arrived onstage to a rapturous ovation.
Kicking off with 'London Lady' ( a brave opener) and surprisingly followed by' No More Heroes', I found myself distracted from the performance and found myself watching the images of fans flicking on the backdrop of video screens. All through the night I found myself being similarly distracted by the images portrayed and fought to concentrate on the actual performance onstage. I liked the idea and some of the visuals suited the songs - particularly during 'Never To Look Back' - but others I found a bit naff to be honest (some not even fitting with the song at all) - I'm not wholly sure if it works overall. Regardless, the set list itself was challenging, imaginative and courageous. For the 40th Anniversary I was worried we would only be confronted with another greatest hits set, but in an effort to the treat the hardcore fanbase and appease the joe public gig attendee, there was something for everyone. With at least one song from all 17 albums it must have been a hard to produce a set that pleased everyone - there were some omissions (The Raven, Relentless) that I was sure would have been played.
With a couple of technical glitches, a drum intro error and an annoying blonde constantly moaning that they were playing too much new stuff, the first hour and a half with stand-in drummer Jim ended with 'Norfolk Coast'. Loved getting 'Summatouttanowt' back in the set but feel around 'Midnight Summer Dream' the energy level dipped - the set didn't 'flow' and needed tweeked. I could also do without the disco dancing intro to 'Thrown Away' - it was funny the first time I saw it, caused a wry smile the second... but after a couple of tours now, it is time to hang up the Travolta-isms and become Stranglers again. Overall I thought it was what the majority of fans have been asking for - a brave set for all the 'heads' with enough 'classics' to keep everyone happy.
To the chants of his name, Jet appears for the first encore with 'Baroque Bordello'. Obviously due to the reasons we are all aware off a slow-ish section with 'Golden Brown', 'Strange Little Girl' and 'Always The Sun' finishes with a great version of 'Genetix'. Another short break sees the return of second drum man Jim for the grand finale of 'Tank', however this in pre-empted with a short burst of Gazza Glitter's 'Rock'nRoll Pt 1' in recognition of the duel percussion. Now that is amusing (just a pity JJ can't play the bassline to it!!). Houselights up and outside for a deserved smoke.
Hanging around post gig and listening to the analysis, I bump into Sid and Yola and off the cuff try and arrange a Belfast gig for The Spitfires (fingers crossed that can be confirmed after a couple of calls & e-mails). Fore-going the post-match curry experience I head back to my hotel and Day One comes to an end.
DUNFERMLINE ALHAMBRA THEATRE - 1st MARCH 2014
Awaking early to a brighter morning I partake of the pathetic breakfast fare, shit, shower, shave and wend my way to the bus station for the trip to Dunfermline. An hour later and the coach drops me off in the picturesque Fife town. Check into the hotel - find out where to watch the Liverpool game and relax before the evening ahead.After watching the match, I make my way uptown to the East Port meeting place and spend another pre-gig alcohol fuelled couple of hours chatting about last night's gig with many of the same faces from the night before. A quick pint in another pub just down the road before making our way to tonight's venue - the illubrious Alambra Theatre.
Again I stand immediately in front of the mixing desk and turn round to see Rikki twiddling the knobs (wooly bunnet et al) a quick hello and handshake before letting him get on with his work. Another blonde beside me already pissing me off with her constant whittering and then it's showtime once again. Although it is the same set as Glasgow, the sound is audibly improved and having already seen the visual display, I was able to concentrate more on the band this time. However, I did make an escape during the GB to ATS section to use the 'Smoking Area' where I met up with Les and had a chat about next weekend in London and swopped some stories about back home. Back in just in time for 'Genetix' and rather than make my way back up the steps to my previous position, I remained stage side left to witness JJ's bass runs. Once again a bombastic 'Tank' closes. Outside. it was pissing it down and rather than wait about or return to the bar, I made my own way back to base to recoup.
A better breakfast fare this morning and bumped into Alan & Sally already mid feast. Introduced to Alastair a fellow Ulsterman and after a brief chat, departed. Packed and ready to go, it was a short journey into Edinburgh and after an enjoyable walk around the city and it's parks in the early spring sunshine, I caught the airbus to the airport to await my flight home. First leg of this year's Strangler experience over. Although it wasn't my ideal set-list, it was a real departure from some recent tours. The band seem to have taken on board the wishes of fans and varied the the set to include something for everyone and they deserve some kudos in doing so. It would have been really easy to just churn out the tried and tested. Rather than 'Grip' we get the reverse track - no' Duchess', 'Nuclear Device' or' Lost Control' - but 'Still Life', 'Was It You' and 'Valley Of The Birds'. The visual aspect, although a million times better than the last tour's light show, can be a bit distracting - but some thought has gone into what is shown and having witnessed it once, it does blend into the background you progress. This was certainly a show that was as thought provoking as it was entertaining - The Stranglers have always challenged their fans and this tour is proving to be no exception.
LONDON HAMMERSMITH APOLLO - 8th MARCH 2014
Woke up on a clear day and everything was wonderful - another Strangler gig and the sun was beginning to split the trees. Having flown into London the previous afternoon, the weather forecast for the day ahead was an unseasonally favourable one - early March, late morning and already the mercury was rising. A stroll down to the shops for a bit of brekkie, change my Northern Ireland bank-notes (which are seemingly deemed foreign currency to the local shop-keeps in downtown Kingsbury) and top up the Oyster card for the day's travels ahead. Fried-up and fuelled for action, Al, Stevie T and myself make an early-ish start - destination Angel & Islington. Too early for the Straighten Out gig at The Hope & Anchor, so we take a detour through the market - past fish-mongers, fruit and veg stalls, et al down to the legendary Manzes' Pie and Mash Emporium. Being led through the old High Street we peruse the antique shops, packed with colletables, general oddities and militaria for sale before settling outside a bar for a hops and grape based lunch, whilst keeping an eye on the football through the window. As I look away from the screen to take in the myriad of faces walking along the pavement, my eyes behold a pair of ox-blood DMs marching down the street - John Buchanan (tartan scarf peeking out of his leather jacket) - sauntering towards the H&A, and I beckon him over to our table. Salutations shared, we all make our way back down past the infamous Screen On The Green for the first social meet'n'greet and gig off the day.
Already the hordeinblack have begun to gather and overflow outside onto the surrounding street as Shaggy and crew are struggling to get their equipment downstairs into the venue. Liquid refreshments in hand, the catch-ups continue, both inside and outside, as more and more Strangler t-shirted bodies arrive in a seemingly neverending procession of black (off-set by a rabble of cheerful Arsenal fans celebrating their midday F.A. Cup win). We were all milling around chatting and before long we are urged to head downstairs as the band are ready to start. As you enter the door, you are immediately surprised how small this venue really is and I couldn't help but try to imagine what it must have been like to see The Stranglers play here back in the day. Straighten Out kick off as a steady stream of people are entering an already heaving crowd - the band entertaining us with their hardcore brand of testimony to the reason we are all in London tonight. Acknowledging the presence of an original H&A attendee, 'Burning Up Time' is dedicated to the original Finchley Boy in the house. The room is rammed, the band are blasting out to their usual high standard of Strangler riffage and, as I escape to get another pint and a smoke, I get embroilled in conversation outside and miss the second half off the set.
As the band finish, the upstairs bar and outside once again fills with a sea of blackness. As I renew old acquaintances and am introduced to new ones, the alcohol continues to flow as do the stories of past gigs and experiences all creating a general atmosphere of bonhomie and kinship. A great chat with John about the pitfalls of whiskey and how not to mix alcohol, train journeys and Strangler gigs (both of us falling foul of that in the past) and (after an all to brief conversation in Dunfermline last weekend) spending some time with 'The Future Mrs Mullan' - two can play at that game Mr Hooley!! - what a brilliant afternoon. The crowd is continually expanding with more arrivals including the mighty Les Neil - what a star (but more of that later) - and as the sun begins to dip below the London skyline, it is soon time to decamp for drinking pastures new and the Hammersmith Odeon.
Luckily, even though we thought we knew where we were going, Kath takes charge and leads this merry band of revellers through the labyrinth of the London Underground. As we emerge (minus one member who managed to lose us) onto Hammersmith, we wend our way to the pub around the corner and are immediately met with another gathering in black. I had arranged to meet up with Noogs, an old frend from university and as we approach I see him waiting outside. Still recognisable even though we hadn't seen each other for 28 years, it was superb to hook up with him again and catch up on family and friends - even better to hear he hadn't lost his Northern Ireland accent. Many other old and new friends were there. A whirlwind of handshakes, man-hugs for the gents and cheek kissing for the ladies - when in London one must display one's metropolitan facet. This was one of the most unforgettable pre-gig socials that I can remember experiencing - the drink flowed, the banter was ninety - and Noogs introduced me to Bill, who had been soundman in The Nashville back in the '70s - "We knew The Stranglers had made it when they started to charge £2 into their gigs". Quote of the day.
With the crowd thinning as gig time approached I mentioned I had a seating ticket as I had left it too late to buy a standing one and whilst being reprimanded by 'TFMM', Les pulled a stalls ticket out from his pocket and gave it to me. What a star - what a gentleman, a saviour of potential marriages to be.
The massive queue that we had witnessed on the way round to the bar had all but vanished inside, so we were able to dander on in and, as it was International Women's Day, it was only fitting that Kath bought the first round in the foyer. No sooner had we our drinks in hand, the cheers from the inner sanctum informed us it was showtime and we made our way to position ourselves downstairs. I chose my viewing point and it is around this time things start to get a bit hazy as the afternoon's libation begins to kick in. 'London Lady', 'No More Heroes' and JJ's bass is felt as well as heard. On a quick trip up to the bar during 'Golden Brown' for additional refreshment(s) I spot Al on the other side, so after delivering the drinks and gathering him up, we pop outside for a smoke.
Jet had made his appearance earlier in the set than during my two previous gigs in Scotland and I returned to witness the end of 'Genetix'. The visual display was not as distracting this time round and I was enjoying the atmosphere, soaking in whole thing - the audience seeming to be thoroughly enjoying it too. 'MSD' signalled another excursion outside where I caught up with Jason and Al deep in conversation. Returning for the rest of the gig I was glad to hear a few 'new' songs added to the set - 'Duchess', 'Something Better Change' and 'All Day'. 'Norfolk Coast' had been moved to later and this was a real kick-ass performance tonight. Jet returned for the twin-drummer final encore - although this evening's version of 'Tank' was not the best sounding I had heard thus far this tour. As the band make their exit and the crowd filter out, we make our way outside to meet up once again with our homeward travelling companions and ruefully say our farewells to the others.
Tube closures hinder our journey back to base and after a short train jaunt, our odyssey home takes in a bus trip and a foot-slog onto Collingdale before eventually reaching Kingsbury once more. For once the mind won over the heart - if we had of have returned to the bar (as I wanted to) - god knows how we would have made it home. And with my journey back to Belfast meaning I would have to depart early doors, I can only thank the rational thought process of my host for making the right decision. So, another leg of the Ruby Tour complete. The social side today/tonight usurpped the gig experience and for me added a different dimension to events. A big thank you to all - to Straighten Out for a springboard to the evening ahead, to everyone at the pubs, to everyone at the gigs, my host for the weekend and my gig-going buddy - and last but not least the most beautiful company one could ask for.
BRISTOL 02 ACADEMY - 27th MARCH 2014
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of BLACK (sic)..... It was a tale of twenty-two cities - in my case it was only four (five if you include my hometown of Belfast - my starting point and final destination for each journey on the Ruby Tour). This morning it was a good time - because I was once again setting off to see The Stranglers, and also a bad time - because it was my last gig of this tour. An untimely start was required, awakening before the dawn chorus, to ensure I caught the early flight and ultimately touching down in Bristol around 09.20. I had allowed myself plenty of time, not only in case of delays or unforeseen circumstances, but also because I had promised myself another expedition to Bristol Zoo. Having grown up with Animal Magic on children's TV, with the original 'talk to the animals' Johnny Morris, I wanted to revisit this famous conservation ark - especially the Western Lowland Gorilla enclosure. Having spent an enjoyable couple of hours roaming around the exhibits, it was now time to return to the city centre and book into my hotel.
With time to kill, after a quick freshen up in the room, I ventured around to the venue - something I haven't done for many years - and met up again with Rikki taking a break from sound-desk duties plus some other seasoned Stranglophiles hanging around awaiting the bands' arrival and, after a catch-up about the tour highlights thus far (including some craic with Jim McCauley and drum tech Ian - both already in attendance), the car pulled up allowing JJ, Dave and Baz to disembark. Cuddles with the WiBs and handshakes for the MiBs - a couple of photos were taken and autographs scribbled before they were whisked off for the soundcheck. Later encamped in The Hatchett pub, only a well lobbed gob (i.e. within spitting distance) from the O2 Academy and as the ale began to flow, the familyinblack began to filter in. A few of these guys I hadn't seen for a number of years and it was great catching up and reminiscing about first meetings, past gigs and touring adventures. Others I only met for the first time (although the faces and names were oh so familiar). With some punk and new wave tuneage blasting out from the juke-box the craic was ninety, but all too soon the barrier brigade sensed it was time to make their move into the already forming queue outside. I stayed on for a few more scoops (obviously still thirsty from this morning's trek around and the zoological gardens - (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!!) and continued talking with the remaining guys.
Having been to the Bristol O2 Academy a number of times before, I was aware how initimate a venue it is, how quickly it can fill up and so far, having not caught Nine Below Zero in support, I now made my way across the road. I had arranged to meet up with Ava beforehand as Sick Records, Belfast had kindly supplied some T-shirts as gifts for the band, but just as I was explaining to security what was in my carrier bag, I received a text from her and had to exit leaving the poor security man dumbfounded and shaking his head!! Meeting up with Ava outside the pub, I handed over the goods and we both re-entered once again, shrugging my shoulders as the bewildered security guard stood in disbelief. Once inside the hall, we went our separate ways and I made my way down to the stage front along with the guys and girls from the pub. Just in time, as the support act came onstage. I had seen Nine Below Zero many moons ago in Belfast at the height of their popularity and wasn't particularly enamoured then by their mod-esque, white boy R'n'B repertoire - but they had obviously (as most Strangler support acts seem to) sparked up a relationship with the tour regulars down front with acknowledgements and joking taking place between both parties. Kicking off with their (nine) below par brand of pub rock, which consisted of numerous covers, the band delivered a steady set of poor man's blues. Soul-patched Dennis on guitar, a George Burley look-a-like on drums, on bass was Jet Black's dad (in a vivid red suit a la The Shadows) and a new keyboardist who looked like Paul Pott's wee brother struggled to win over the partisan crowd. Very good musicianship it has to be said, but I quickly grew bored with their routine.
Between acts, the roadies removed all trace of them, as the microphones, amps and drum-kit were quickly dispatched back to the packing cases. As the stage was readied for the reason most of the crowd were here, the venue quickly started to fill up. As people lined the stairs, cramming into every available space - the ground floor and balconies were a mass of bodies, crammed shoulder to shoulder - the PA pumped out an eclectic mix of ELO, Martha and the Muffins, et al... The house lights dim and the four video screens flicker into life. The all to familiar Aural Sculpture Manifesto scrolls across as 'Waltzinblack' blasts out. As the sihlouetted figures descend amid flashing lights and screaming feedback, we chosen few have our pathetic little lives once more heartened as The Stranglers enter the arena. 'London Lady' has the crowd immediately on script and the sound quality is the best I have experienced this tour. Early set list is as standard with the rest of the tour although, as well as a great sound, this is the most animated I have seen JJ - he really seems up for this one, smiling and chatting - the whole band playing out off their skins. The subtlties of the songs can be heard crystal clear - especially some of the keyboard fills and trills. Dave's rendition of 'Peasant In The Big Shitty' was the best version I've heard, with his Vincent Price lyrical style delivery perfectly supplementing the song. Everyone is having a great time and I decide to move back from under JJ to a more central position - something easier said than done. The floor area was ram-packed as I squeezed and shimmied my way back through the throng, eventually settling just in front of the sound desk.
As had become the norm for the latter part of the tour, Jet Black came on earlier in preceedings to the chants of his name ringing throughout the room. It is understandable Jet comes on for 'Golden Brown' but this is probably my least favourite Strangler tune (also the fawning, bow-taking antics of Baz really sticks in my craw - no matter how good his guitarmanship may be), so I take this opportunity to struggle out for a smoke. Tha crowd makes this nigh impossible, so on returning mid 'Genetix' I stand back on the balcony to view the band from another vantage point. It is from here that I watch the one time funny, now embarrassing, 'dad-disco dance' routine and am struck with thought that the once menacing, with witty and original banter, band I once knew are sadly missing off late. But, with a new growing fan-base and many older returning fans, I suppose the band are pandering to the one-off gig-goer and more than likely reaping the financial rewards. The change for this leg of my tour was the introduction of 'Walk On By'. Although this is a masterpiece, I'm not overly impressed that 'Tramp' or 'Northwinds' have been dropped in favour of this - but, it did allow me to witness another 'different' set list. Eventually I found myself standing on some seats towards the rear of the balcony and had the best view I had all night. From this vantage point I was able to see and hear the best performance the band have put on for a while - only slightly marred by more "Are you enjoying yourself Bristol?" vaudevillian repartee from Baz. The encore features my favourite 'Something Better Change' with JJ & Baz playing tricks on Jim who had an extended drum solo tonight and the finale with 'Tank' having only Jim drumming - which ironically sounded better without both him and Jet competing to power the track along. Sadly this was my last Strangler action for a while and I made my way back down to say my farewells to those I had spent the afternoon with, bumping into Sam on the way. After the obligatory photo shoot and having filed outside, further farewells were offered and as I stood having a cigarette I reflected on the four gigs I took in on this 40th Anniversary celebration - all very different for various reasons, but I still wouldn't change anything about any off them.
Friday morning, rather than spend time mooching about in the hotel, I made my way up to Bristol Museum for a bit of culture and had a great couple of hours investigating the Natural History displays and even found myself admiring the art exhibits (especially the French impressionists) - an epoch of incredulity indeed!! At the airport waiting to board the plane home, I bump into The Delray Rockers who were flying into Belfast for a gig at The Rock'n'Roll Club - starting up a conversation with the guys, I get roped into another gig that night back home and when there, getting a dedication .."For Graeme, the Stranglers fan" - how rock'n'roll.
So another tour over - all it leaves me to say is..... Take it easy, Nice'n'Sleazy.
MULLY 30/03/14
GLASGOW O2 ACADEMY - 28th FEBRUARY 2014
For the first time since 2006 I was making my way to Scotland to see The Stranglers. Leaving Belfast on a bright and sunny Friday afternoon, the short flight deposited me in a dank and drizzily Glasgow - did I really expect anything different? Having checked into the Hotel, it was a short dander up to The Laurieston Bar to meet up with some fellow gig-goers and whet my whistle with a lager or three before the evening's main event.
As has become the norm, thanks to the Burning Up Times Forum and Facebake, the pre-gig meet-up is an important part of the whole Strangler experience and tonight was no exception. Hordes of clad-in-black fans were arriving in a steady stream, including the bar's very own local regular - Jason. Milling around the growing throng and attempting to catch up with as many people as possible (also, embarassingly, getting some names and faces mixed up) I can only blame years of substance abuse, old age and early onset of senile dementia !! It was great catching up with old and new friends, Toiler, Bongo, Paddy and Dominique - including a fellow country-woman - who, although not going tonight, it was nice chatting to Majella, you can't beat a bit of banter with a Tyrone girl.
Standing outside having a(nother) cigarette, a black cab drew up and unloaded a drunken rabble onto the street - PaulinLondon (who I had contacted earlier), Adrian, Owen and Paul B disembarked, followed by a new face to me - a bespectacled, shaggy-haired and bearded character approached. Who the fuck was this? "Which one of you is Mully?" (expletives removed to spare those of a sensitive nature) this grizzly man-mountain addressed the gathering. Immediately pointing at Paul, I said "He is !!". At this point the penny dropped and I realised this was none other than the legendary Alias. We had never actually met face to face before and it felt as if we knew each other for years (which we had 'virtually') Big hugs and hand-shakes followed - this meeting was the highlight of the trip for me and we spent the rest of the evening catching up as we walked down to the venue. Just as I am about to round the corner, I am accosted by a voice "You here to see Rudi supporting?" - and it could only be John Buchanan, looking as if he had just yomped here from a top Ben Nevis (he is one cheeky so and so).
Once inside the Academy I made my way to a spot in front of the sound desk in readiness for the two hour aural sculpture to come. Nine Below Zero had already played and just as I positioned myself against the metal barrier the four framed video screens sparked into life as the written manifesto ticker-taped it's way across them. As silouhetted Stranglers passed, the familar strains of Waltzinblack boomed out over the PA and as a torch beam lit their way, the band arrived onstage to a rapturous ovation.
Kicking off with 'London Lady' ( a brave opener) and surprisingly followed by' No More Heroes', I found myself distracted from the performance and found myself watching the images of fans flicking on the backdrop of video screens. All through the night I found myself being similarly distracted by the images portrayed and fought to concentrate on the actual performance onstage. I liked the idea and some of the visuals suited the songs - particularly during 'Never To Look Back' - but others I found a bit naff to be honest (some not even fitting with the song at all) - I'm not wholly sure if it works overall. Regardless, the set list itself was challenging, imaginative and courageous. For the 40th Anniversary I was worried we would only be confronted with another greatest hits set, but in an effort to the treat the hardcore fanbase and appease the joe public gig attendee, there was something for everyone. With at least one song from all 17 albums it must have been a hard to produce a set that pleased everyone - there were some omissions (The Raven, Relentless) that I was sure would have been played.
With a couple of technical glitches, a drum intro error and an annoying blonde constantly moaning that they were playing too much new stuff, the first hour and a half with stand-in drummer Jim ended with 'Norfolk Coast'. Loved getting 'Summatouttanowt' back in the set but feel around 'Midnight Summer Dream' the energy level dipped - the set didn't 'flow' and needed tweeked. I could also do without the disco dancing intro to 'Thrown Away' - it was funny the first time I saw it, caused a wry smile the second... but after a couple of tours now, it is time to hang up the Travolta-isms and become Stranglers again. Overall I thought it was what the majority of fans have been asking for - a brave set for all the 'heads' with enough 'classics' to keep everyone happy.
To the chants of his name, Jet appears for the first encore with 'Baroque Bordello'. Obviously due to the reasons we are all aware off a slow-ish section with 'Golden Brown', 'Strange Little Girl' and 'Always The Sun' finishes with a great version of 'Genetix'. Another short break sees the return of second drum man Jim for the grand finale of 'Tank', however this in pre-empted with a short burst of Gazza Glitter's 'Rock'nRoll Pt 1' in recognition of the duel percussion. Now that is amusing (just a pity JJ can't play the bassline to it!!). Houselights up and outside for a deserved smoke.
Hanging around post gig and listening to the analysis, I bump into Sid and Yola and off the cuff try and arrange a Belfast gig for The Spitfires (fingers crossed that can be confirmed after a couple of calls & e-mails). Fore-going the post-match curry experience I head back to my hotel and Day One comes to an end.
DUNFERMLINE ALHAMBRA THEATRE - 1st MARCH 2014
Awaking early to a brighter morning I partake of the pathetic breakfast fare, shit, shower, shave and wend my way to the bus station for the trip to Dunfermline. An hour later and the coach drops me off in the picturesque Fife town. Check into the hotel - find out where to watch the Liverpool game and relax before the evening ahead.After watching the match, I make my way uptown to the East Port meeting place and spend another pre-gig alcohol fuelled couple of hours chatting about last night's gig with many of the same faces from the night before. A quick pint in another pub just down the road before making our way to tonight's venue - the illubrious Alambra Theatre.
Again I stand immediately in front of the mixing desk and turn round to see Rikki twiddling the knobs (wooly bunnet et al) a quick hello and handshake before letting him get on with his work. Another blonde beside me already pissing me off with her constant whittering and then it's showtime once again. Although it is the same set as Glasgow, the sound is audibly improved and having already seen the visual display, I was able to concentrate more on the band this time. However, I did make an escape during the GB to ATS section to use the 'Smoking Area' where I met up with Les and had a chat about next weekend in London and swopped some stories about back home. Back in just in time for 'Genetix' and rather than make my way back up the steps to my previous position, I remained stage side left to witness JJ's bass runs. Once again a bombastic 'Tank' closes. Outside. it was pissing it down and rather than wait about or return to the bar, I made my own way back to base to recoup.
A better breakfast fare this morning and bumped into Alan & Sally already mid feast. Introduced to Alastair a fellow Ulsterman and after a brief chat, departed. Packed and ready to go, it was a short journey into Edinburgh and after an enjoyable walk around the city and it's parks in the early spring sunshine, I caught the airbus to the airport to await my flight home. First leg of this year's Strangler experience over. Although it wasn't my ideal set-list, it was a real departure from some recent tours. The band seem to have taken on board the wishes of fans and varied the the set to include something for everyone and they deserve some kudos in doing so. It would have been really easy to just churn out the tried and tested. Rather than 'Grip' we get the reverse track - no' Duchess', 'Nuclear Device' or' Lost Control' - but 'Still Life', 'Was It You' and 'Valley Of The Birds'. The visual aspect, although a million times better than the last tour's light show, can be a bit distracting - but some thought has gone into what is shown and having witnessed it once, it does blend into the background you progress. This was certainly a show that was as thought provoking as it was entertaining - The Stranglers have always challenged their fans and this tour is proving to be no exception.
LONDON HAMMERSMITH APOLLO - 8th MARCH 2014
Woke up on a clear day and everything was wonderful - another Strangler gig and the sun was beginning to split the trees. Having flown into London the previous afternoon, the weather forecast for the day ahead was an unseasonally favourable one - early March, late morning and already the mercury was rising. A stroll down to the shops for a bit of brekkie, change my Northern Ireland bank-notes (which are seemingly deemed foreign currency to the local shop-keeps in downtown Kingsbury) and top up the Oyster card for the day's travels ahead. Fried-up and fuelled for action, Al, Stevie T and myself make an early-ish start - destination Angel & Islington. Too early for the Straighten Out gig at The Hope & Anchor, so we take a detour through the market - past fish-mongers, fruit and veg stalls, et al down to the legendary Manzes' Pie and Mash Emporium. Being led through the old High Street we peruse the antique shops, packed with colletables, general oddities and militaria for sale before settling outside a bar for a hops and grape based lunch, whilst keeping an eye on the football through the window. As I look away from the screen to take in the myriad of faces walking along the pavement, my eyes behold a pair of ox-blood DMs marching down the street - John Buchanan (tartan scarf peeking out of his leather jacket) - sauntering towards the H&A, and I beckon him over to our table. Salutations shared, we all make our way back down past the infamous Screen On The Green for the first social meet'n'greet and gig off the day.
Already the hordeinblack have begun to gather and overflow outside onto the surrounding street as Shaggy and crew are struggling to get their equipment downstairs into the venue. Liquid refreshments in hand, the catch-ups continue, both inside and outside, as more and more Strangler t-shirted bodies arrive in a seemingly neverending procession of black (off-set by a rabble of cheerful Arsenal fans celebrating their midday F.A. Cup win). We were all milling around chatting and before long we are urged to head downstairs as the band are ready to start. As you enter the door, you are immediately surprised how small this venue really is and I couldn't help but try to imagine what it must have been like to see The Stranglers play here back in the day. Straighten Out kick off as a steady stream of people are entering an already heaving crowd - the band entertaining us with their hardcore brand of testimony to the reason we are all in London tonight. Acknowledging the presence of an original H&A attendee, 'Burning Up Time' is dedicated to the original Finchley Boy in the house. The room is rammed, the band are blasting out to their usual high standard of Strangler riffage and, as I escape to get another pint and a smoke, I get embroilled in conversation outside and miss the second half off the set.
As the band finish, the upstairs bar and outside once again fills with a sea of blackness. As I renew old acquaintances and am introduced to new ones, the alcohol continues to flow as do the stories of past gigs and experiences all creating a general atmosphere of bonhomie and kinship. A great chat with John about the pitfalls of whiskey and how not to mix alcohol, train journeys and Strangler gigs (both of us falling foul of that in the past) and (after an all to brief conversation in Dunfermline last weekend) spending some time with 'The Future Mrs Mullan' - two can play at that game Mr Hooley!! - what a brilliant afternoon. The crowd is continually expanding with more arrivals including the mighty Les Neil - what a star (but more of that later) - and as the sun begins to dip below the London skyline, it is soon time to decamp for drinking pastures new and the Hammersmith Odeon.
Luckily, even though we thought we knew where we were going, Kath takes charge and leads this merry band of revellers through the labyrinth of the London Underground. As we emerge (minus one member who managed to lose us) onto Hammersmith, we wend our way to the pub around the corner and are immediately met with another gathering in black. I had arranged to meet up with Noogs, an old frend from university and as we approach I see him waiting outside. Still recognisable even though we hadn't seen each other for 28 years, it was superb to hook up with him again and catch up on family and friends - even better to hear he hadn't lost his Northern Ireland accent. Many other old and new friends were there. A whirlwind of handshakes, man-hugs for the gents and cheek kissing for the ladies - when in London one must display one's metropolitan facet. This was one of the most unforgettable pre-gig socials that I can remember experiencing - the drink flowed, the banter was ninety - and Noogs introduced me to Bill, who had been soundman in The Nashville back in the '70s - "We knew The Stranglers had made it when they started to charge £2 into their gigs". Quote of the day.
With the crowd thinning as gig time approached I mentioned I had a seating ticket as I had left it too late to buy a standing one and whilst being reprimanded by 'TFMM', Les pulled a stalls ticket out from his pocket and gave it to me. What a star - what a gentleman, a saviour of potential marriages to be.
The massive queue that we had witnessed on the way round to the bar had all but vanished inside, so we were able to dander on in and, as it was International Women's Day, it was only fitting that Kath bought the first round in the foyer. No sooner had we our drinks in hand, the cheers from the inner sanctum informed us it was showtime and we made our way to position ourselves downstairs. I chose my viewing point and it is around this time things start to get a bit hazy as the afternoon's libation begins to kick in. 'London Lady', 'No More Heroes' and JJ's bass is felt as well as heard. On a quick trip up to the bar during 'Golden Brown' for additional refreshment(s) I spot Al on the other side, so after delivering the drinks and gathering him up, we pop outside for a smoke.
Jet had made his appearance earlier in the set than during my two previous gigs in Scotland and I returned to witness the end of 'Genetix'. The visual display was not as distracting this time round and I was enjoying the atmosphere, soaking in whole thing - the audience seeming to be thoroughly enjoying it too. 'MSD' signalled another excursion outside where I caught up with Jason and Al deep in conversation. Returning for the rest of the gig I was glad to hear a few 'new' songs added to the set - 'Duchess', 'Something Better Change' and 'All Day'. 'Norfolk Coast' had been moved to later and this was a real kick-ass performance tonight. Jet returned for the twin-drummer final encore - although this evening's version of 'Tank' was not the best sounding I had heard thus far this tour. As the band make their exit and the crowd filter out, we make our way outside to meet up once again with our homeward travelling companions and ruefully say our farewells to the others.
Tube closures hinder our journey back to base and after a short train jaunt, our odyssey home takes in a bus trip and a foot-slog onto Collingdale before eventually reaching Kingsbury once more. For once the mind won over the heart - if we had of have returned to the bar (as I wanted to) - god knows how we would have made it home. And with my journey back to Belfast meaning I would have to depart early doors, I can only thank the rational thought process of my host for making the right decision. So, another leg of the Ruby Tour complete. The social side today/tonight usurpped the gig experience and for me added a different dimension to events. A big thank you to all - to Straighten Out for a springboard to the evening ahead, to everyone at the pubs, to everyone at the gigs, my host for the weekend and my gig-going buddy - and last but not least the most beautiful company one could ask for.
BRISTOL 02 ACADEMY - 27th MARCH 2014
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of BLACK (sic)..... It was a tale of twenty-two cities - in my case it was only four (five if you include my hometown of Belfast - my starting point and final destination for each journey on the Ruby Tour). This morning it was a good time - because I was once again setting off to see The Stranglers, and also a bad time - because it was my last gig of this tour. An untimely start was required, awakening before the dawn chorus, to ensure I caught the early flight and ultimately touching down in Bristol around 09.20. I had allowed myself plenty of time, not only in case of delays or unforeseen circumstances, but also because I had promised myself another expedition to Bristol Zoo. Having grown up with Animal Magic on children's TV, with the original 'talk to the animals' Johnny Morris, I wanted to revisit this famous conservation ark - especially the Western Lowland Gorilla enclosure. Having spent an enjoyable couple of hours roaming around the exhibits, it was now time to return to the city centre and book into my hotel.
With time to kill, after a quick freshen up in the room, I ventured around to the venue - something I haven't done for many years - and met up again with Rikki taking a break from sound-desk duties plus some other seasoned Stranglophiles hanging around awaiting the bands' arrival and, after a catch-up about the tour highlights thus far (including some craic with Jim McCauley and drum tech Ian - both already in attendance), the car pulled up allowing JJ, Dave and Baz to disembark. Cuddles with the WiBs and handshakes for the MiBs - a couple of photos were taken and autographs scribbled before they were whisked off for the soundcheck. Later encamped in The Hatchett pub, only a well lobbed gob (i.e. within spitting distance) from the O2 Academy and as the ale began to flow, the familyinblack began to filter in. A few of these guys I hadn't seen for a number of years and it was great catching up and reminiscing about first meetings, past gigs and touring adventures. Others I only met for the first time (although the faces and names were oh so familiar). With some punk and new wave tuneage blasting out from the juke-box the craic was ninety, but all too soon the barrier brigade sensed it was time to make their move into the already forming queue outside. I stayed on for a few more scoops (obviously still thirsty from this morning's trek around and the zoological gardens - (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!!) and continued talking with the remaining guys.
Having been to the Bristol O2 Academy a number of times before, I was aware how initimate a venue it is, how quickly it can fill up and so far, having not caught Nine Below Zero in support, I now made my way across the road. I had arranged to meet up with Ava beforehand as Sick Records, Belfast had kindly supplied some T-shirts as gifts for the band, but just as I was explaining to security what was in my carrier bag, I received a text from her and had to exit leaving the poor security man dumbfounded and shaking his head!! Meeting up with Ava outside the pub, I handed over the goods and we both re-entered once again, shrugging my shoulders as the bewildered security guard stood in disbelief. Once inside the hall, we went our separate ways and I made my way down to the stage front along with the guys and girls from the pub. Just in time, as the support act came onstage. I had seen Nine Below Zero many moons ago in Belfast at the height of their popularity and wasn't particularly enamoured then by their mod-esque, white boy R'n'B repertoire - but they had obviously (as most Strangler support acts seem to) sparked up a relationship with the tour regulars down front with acknowledgements and joking taking place between both parties. Kicking off with their (nine) below par brand of pub rock, which consisted of numerous covers, the band delivered a steady set of poor man's blues. Soul-patched Dennis on guitar, a George Burley look-a-like on drums, on bass was Jet Black's dad (in a vivid red suit a la The Shadows) and a new keyboardist who looked like Paul Pott's wee brother struggled to win over the partisan crowd. Very good musicianship it has to be said, but I quickly grew bored with their routine.
Between acts, the roadies removed all trace of them, as the microphones, amps and drum-kit were quickly dispatched back to the packing cases. As the stage was readied for the reason most of the crowd were here, the venue quickly started to fill up. As people lined the stairs, cramming into every available space - the ground floor and balconies were a mass of bodies, crammed shoulder to shoulder - the PA pumped out an eclectic mix of ELO, Martha and the Muffins, et al... The house lights dim and the four video screens flicker into life. The all to familiar Aural Sculpture Manifesto scrolls across as 'Waltzinblack' blasts out. As the sihlouetted figures descend amid flashing lights and screaming feedback, we chosen few have our pathetic little lives once more heartened as The Stranglers enter the arena. 'London Lady' has the crowd immediately on script and the sound quality is the best I have experienced this tour. Early set list is as standard with the rest of the tour although, as well as a great sound, this is the most animated I have seen JJ - he really seems up for this one, smiling and chatting - the whole band playing out off their skins. The subtlties of the songs can be heard crystal clear - especially some of the keyboard fills and trills. Dave's rendition of 'Peasant In The Big Shitty' was the best version I've heard, with his Vincent Price lyrical style delivery perfectly supplementing the song. Everyone is having a great time and I decide to move back from under JJ to a more central position - something easier said than done. The floor area was ram-packed as I squeezed and shimmied my way back through the throng, eventually settling just in front of the sound desk.
As had become the norm for the latter part of the tour, Jet Black came on earlier in preceedings to the chants of his name ringing throughout the room. It is understandable Jet comes on for 'Golden Brown' but this is probably my least favourite Strangler tune (also the fawning, bow-taking antics of Baz really sticks in my craw - no matter how good his guitarmanship may be), so I take this opportunity to struggle out for a smoke. Tha crowd makes this nigh impossible, so on returning mid 'Genetix' I stand back on the balcony to view the band from another vantage point. It is from here that I watch the one time funny, now embarrassing, 'dad-disco dance' routine and am struck with thought that the once menacing, with witty and original banter, band I once knew are sadly missing off late. But, with a new growing fan-base and many older returning fans, I suppose the band are pandering to the one-off gig-goer and more than likely reaping the financial rewards. The change for this leg of my tour was the introduction of 'Walk On By'. Although this is a masterpiece, I'm not overly impressed that 'Tramp' or 'Northwinds' have been dropped in favour of this - but, it did allow me to witness another 'different' set list. Eventually I found myself standing on some seats towards the rear of the balcony and had the best view I had all night. From this vantage point I was able to see and hear the best performance the band have put on for a while - only slightly marred by more "Are you enjoying yourself Bristol?" vaudevillian repartee from Baz. The encore features my favourite 'Something Better Change' with JJ & Baz playing tricks on Jim who had an extended drum solo tonight and the finale with 'Tank' having only Jim drumming - which ironically sounded better without both him and Jet competing to power the track along. Sadly this was my last Strangler action for a while and I made my way back down to say my farewells to those I had spent the afternoon with, bumping into Sam on the way. After the obligatory photo shoot and having filed outside, further farewells were offered and as I stood having a cigarette I reflected on the four gigs I took in on this 40th Anniversary celebration - all very different for various reasons, but I still wouldn't change anything about any off them.
Friday morning, rather than spend time mooching about in the hotel, I made my way up to Bristol Museum for a bit of culture and had a great couple of hours investigating the Natural History displays and even found myself admiring the art exhibits (especially the French impressionists) - an epoch of incredulity indeed!! At the airport waiting to board the plane home, I bump into The Delray Rockers who were flying into Belfast for a gig at The Rock'n'Roll Club - starting up a conversation with the guys, I get roped into another gig that night back home and when there, getting a dedication .."For Graeme, the Stranglers fan" - how rock'n'roll.
So another tour over - all it leaves me to say is..... Take it easy, Nice'n'Sleazy.
MULLY 30/03/14