Bido Lito! Issue 54 / April 2015 | Page 28

02 BIPOLAR SUNSHINE £10 03 GHOSTPOET £13 04 GIT AWARDS 2015 £invite 10 OVERTHROW w/ SEA WITCHES + ESA SHIELDS + MORE £3 14 RAT ALLEY RAVE w/ ENGINE DJS (Matlock) £2 15 DRENGE + PINS £12 17 LIVERPOOL ARABIC ARTS FESTIVAL: TAMER ABU GHAZALEH £8 19 POLAR BEAR £15 21 OF MONTREAL £14 23 WIRE £18 27 PORTICO + SNOW GHOSTS £10 28 THE TWILIGHT SAD £12 29 MANU DELAGO HANDMADE £6/10 30 JAMES HOLDEN (LIVE) £13.50 The last time Newcastle native RICHARD DAWSON played in Liverpool, it was before an audience of perhaps thirty at Static Gallery in a performance unforgettable for all who witnessed it. Since then, Dawson’s most recent record, Nothing Important, has been Important released by Domino Records to widespread critical acclaim, culminating in this, the final date of an intense, short tour. Before the show, Dawson explains to me how close he came to cancelling the last couple of dates of the tour due to a bad throat and broken voice. He feels happy, and lucky, to be here now that he’s in fine shape to perform. He begins his set with two a cappella numbers, one of which is The Brisk Lad, a haunting piece that has this packed room bristling with imagery. The crowd are hanging on his every word. It’s as if he’s delivering coded secrets through his music – those present are lost in the mystery. He picks up his guitar and treats us to tracks Wooden Bag Black Dog In Bag, The Sky and the instrumental The Bamburgh Beast. During the more recent Judas Iscariot Iscariot, his guitar style remains visceral but somehow still delicate and beguiling. This is possibly the loudest folk music you can experience; his voice bellows through the speakers during more a cappella pieces such as Poor Old Horse. Dawson finishes his set with The Vile Stuff, Stuff his recent single and the breakthrough track for this new phase of his career. He seems to have a strange reaction when his mention of the track receives loud applause. He doesn’t seem comfortable with the prospect of his rising renown. Unfortunately for him, if he keeps playing as expressively as he has done tonight, that renown seems unstoppable. Christopher Carr BLOSSOMS The Vyrll Society – Hidden Charms EVOL @ The Kazimier If there’s one thing Stockport five-piece BLOSSOMS are not, it’s deceptive. With a dress sense described by the Manchester Evening News as “turtlenecks and jewellery à la Derek Trotter”, there’s no hidden heavy rock sensibilities or the like; tonight we’re getting a healthy dose of indie psych. Thankfully, Blossoms are not an act which require any sort of deception; their take on a well-worn style has involved them taking it apart and rearranging it as they see best – a sentiment with which I’m sure every single one of the mop-topped lads assembled would be quick to agree. Equally adoptive of a style of yesteryear is HIDDEN CHARMS. Sucking the sixties for all it’s worth, the instrument-swapping, old-school rock’n’rollers from London inject the Kaz with some early unexpected vigour. The pace is sedated a little by THE VRYLL SOCIETY, though only due to the fact their entire sound is doused in a numbing aesthetic haze. Lead-man Michael Ellis sways and croons like the Ian Brown of old, and there is certainly more than a customary Stones tint to their music, though it betrays no sense of overt idolisation. Their approach to a style since gone is admirable, and reflects tonight’s headliners perfectly. It doesn’t take long once the set has started for Tom Ogden (Vocals/Guitar) to have qualified, visually at least, why Blossoms have been compared to the likes of Arctic Monkeys as well as The Doors. Partially hiding behind a split mask of long, brown locks, he struts from one side of the stage to the other. You Pulled A Gun On Me sees the band at their most Turnercum-Morrison esque, as Ogden opens with the most tantalising of questions: “won’t you make love to me?” Like every band tipped by the likes of NME, Blossoms have a couple of those songs in their locker. The sort that sound like everything you’ve ever listened to before, but simultaneously stand in their own hazy, distinctive spotlight. As such, Cut Me And I’ll Bleed and a particularly rousing rendition of Blow elicit the most convincingly mumbled participation from the crowd. However, the most touching moment comes courtesy of