Showing posts with label King Tut's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label King Tut's. Show all posts

Friday, 27 February 2009

The Phantom Band


The Phantom Band played a sell out night last night in King Tuts - been sold out for aeons - the brother of the drummer wasn't getting in it was that sold out. Don't know if he finally managed at the last minute, but twas the sign of things to come.

This drawing was done in the less packed but excellent venue the Stirling Tolbooth - done on Saturday 28th (yes a bit of time travelling done here!) supported by Kochka and another band - both who I missed.

First heard of the Phantom Band playing a stellar line-up the Chemikal Underground's 2007 Winter Revue with none other than the most splendid De Rosa and the most fantabulous and now tragically missed Mother and the Addicts at Stereo, Glasgow. I hear they were a tad rough round the edges in them days, but have since come on in merry little leaps and bounds. (Apparently it's coming up for Spring just now...) Chemikal Underground have very sophisticated tastes, and I trust them more than any other indicator of the great and the good right now.

2009, Checkmate Savage by the Phantom Band - get it, and go see them.







Monday, 14 May 2007

TBreak - Final in King Tut's, Thursday 10th May 2007

Excellent night. Great mix of bands giving it their all, full of fun, frolic and madness and intent on enjoying themselves to the maximum. Probably the least confident in their delivery may have been Miss the Occupier, and The Moth and the Mirror who had a nervous start but soon became immersed in their music.
Good luck to them all, they all deserve a sip of T in the Park.
Pictures are in order starting from the bottom - The Moth and The Mirror, The Sorren MacLean Band, Miyagi, Miss the Occupier, Cider Spiders, and The Cuts.
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Tuesday, 30 January 2007

The Wake of Uncle John and Whitelock






Avast ye fans dem GFM critters is become unlocked. The Body is Buried yet the Spirit Soars.

The last ever gig of Uncle John and Whitelock, surely not! Tis True. King Tut's, that Tomb of Vast Happenings in the Music Underworld, the location of such an epic finish to a tragically short lifespan.
It happens.

Fitting Support comes from the clammy numbers of the Heebie Jeebies, and the raw PJ Harvey-esque edge and Dark Blues of Sara and the Snakes, building up the Voodoo feeling to welcome the Witching Hour Chimes and the Coffin Bearers.
Dressed in mourning suits the skeleton crew put the Earthy Jitters in the entranced audience, pulling at their carnal rythms, and boogy desires.
Is this all a bit of Fancy? No sir, that's jest how it is.
Red Spotlights complement the shapes in the Dark, Lighting up the spasmodic rythms and energies of Uncle John, propelled by the spirits into the grappling hands of the Beast, yet still surfs back in one piece to the stage and centre of the Universe, for one night only.

Did you catch him?