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Day: 2 May 2012

Classic album: Deep Purple – Machine Head

Classic Album
Deep Purple
Machine Head
Released: 1972

Deep Purple’s 1972 album, Machine Head, is one of rock’s milestones, featuring some of the greatest work from the short-lived Mk.II line up. Legions of guitarists have driven the world mad practising ‘that’ riff, while the sheer musicianship and out of this world screaming from Ian Gillan inspired countless others, and arguably played a slight hand in the formation of metal (please be clear, I am not calling Deep Purple metal!).

Having already found success with Deep Purple In Rock, and to a lesser extent with Fireball, Purple had already established themselves amongst the other 70’s rock giants like Zeppelin and Sabbath. But their next album was to take them even further and cement their place in history. Having initially wanted to record at a renowned Montreux casino, with it’s now infamous owner Claude Nobs, plans quickly went out of the window as the casino was set alight during a Frank Zappa gig. Forced to move to a nearby Pavillion in a small village, it was hardly ideal circumstances for the, officially recognised, loudest band in the world to record.

However, these circumstances only strengthened the band and inspired the monumentally famous song ‘Smoke on the Water’ which tells the tale of this whole experience. And when an album has a riff like that, backed up by other timeless song like ‘Highway Star’ and ‘Lazy’ then you know you’ve got something special. Deep Purple didn’t pen these classics by accident, few bands can boast such masters of their craft in every department. I mean, Blackmore, Lord, Glover, Paice and Gillan – I’m sorry but that line-up is just too good for one band! With guitar and organ driven riffs, backed up by one of the greatest rhythm sections of all time, Machine Head is a heavy rock milestone that should be in everyone’s collection.

Deep Purple – Machine Head (full album)

Live: The Dandy Warhols @ Academy 2

The Dandy Warhols
Academy 2
20 April
3 stars

Having been together as a band for the best part of 20 years, yet only having- let’s be honest- one real ‘hit’ to show for it, you could be forgiven for thinking that The Dandy Warhols’ gig at Academy 2 might have consisted of a group of 30-somethings stood nonchalantly at the back, waiting for them to play ‘that song.’

And, if I’m being honest, it kind of was. Thankfully, however, over the years The Dandy’s have managed to build themselves a fairly loyal cult following, and although their set could be described as anything but energetic, an Academy 2 packed out with die hard fans stood, albeit as still as a mill pond, and appreciated a mammoth 2-hour, career-spanning set from the Portland band.

It soon became clear though, that those who weren’t avid fans were at some stages bored to tears, as towards the back of the venue where I was stood- curse those Student Union bar queues- even some of the more well known tracks like ‘We Used to be Friends’ drew, at best, half-hearted applause from many. The fact that I felt self-conscious about singing along to ‘The Last High,’ as everyone around me could hear me over Courtney Taylor-Taylor’s distorted vocals, also speaks volumes about a large proportion of the crowd.

However, those closer to the front appeared to be enjoying the show, and when ‘that song’ finally came on- ‘Bohemian Like You,’ in case you were living under a rock during the early Noughties- some fans even felt compelled to make the most of 4/20 and light up.

1998 single ‘Boys Better’ capped off a solid performance from The Dandy’s and, although parts of the crowd left disappointed, with the loyal fanbase the band have it’s unlikely they’ll be losing too much sleep over it.

The Dandy Warhols – Bohemian Like You

Live: Dry The River

19th April 2012

Academy 3

6/10

If it wasn’t for the recession or the election of a Tory-led government, you’d be able to say, with absolute conviction, that the inexplicable rise of Mumford and Sons is the worst thing to happen in this country since the turn of the decade. The list of reasons why is comprehensive, and in there, alongside desperately contrived, ’emotional’ lyrics and the popularisation of waistcoats, is that their success has been responsible for a glut of similarly bland outfits also emerging, allegedly as ‘folk rock’ bands, a label that is usually used vaguely at best and in a totally misleading manner at worst.

It’s a tag that was applied to Dry the River when they first began to make waves, so it’s pleasing to find that the band have fused the multi-part vocal harmonies and clanging guitars that the tag implies with elements of post-rock, with intriguing results. This is a band who wear their influences firmly on their sleeve and as such, it’s all the more impressive that the likes of set opener ‘Animal Skins’, which recalls Arcade Fire’s ‘Wake Up’ with its anthemic chorus and layered drums, still manages to avoid sounding too derivative. A number of extended instrumental jams show off the band’s penchant for post-rock sounds, and perhaps the performance’s most impressive feature is how close the band appear to be to mastering the epic live soundscapes that may well take them to the arenas these songs are clearly designed for.

That’s not to say they can’t engage with a crowd; the banter comes thick and fast tonight and there’s even a tribute to the in-attendance Rio Ferdinand, who is apparently now spending his evenings at rock concerts in the hope they might transport him back to a time when he wasn’t slower than a week in jail. Footballing allegiances aside (they’re from London, who did you think they’d support?), it’s nice to hear from a band that are capable of putting their own stamp on current trends, rather than merely diluting them.

Dry The River – Lion’s Den

Interview with a vampire (stylist)

Vampirette is the brand-spanking new musical comedy premiering at Manchester Opera House on Friday 4th May-19th May.  Written by Jonathan Choat, Vampirette introduces the world to Vampi, a teenage vampire girl determined to be normal.

The musical’s designer Amy Jackson, a graduate from Wimbledon School of Art, has designed for numerous productions over the years including Oliver!, Alice in Wonderland and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Busy lady that she is with the upcoming premiere of Vampirette, Amy took a few minutes to chat to the Arts and Culture section about her vampy stylings and what has inspired her.

Dani Middleton: Vampirette is about a young vampire who longs only to be normal and have a reflection, are the clothes you have designed for Vampi more akin to those of the sexy True Blood stars or the heart-throbs from Twilight?

Amy Jackson: The costumes for Vampirette are probably more theatrical and comic than True Blood and Twilight.

DM: The musical resurrects some old ’80s power ballads, did the music have any inspiration on your designs?

AJ: There is a real mix of music in Vampirette so I have designed the costumes with a bit of a vintage retro twist, also you can take advantage of the large space with theatre costumes and be a bit more flamboyant!

Like a lot of the current fashion I thought a vintage Hollywood look would work well for a family of vampires in disguise.

DM: Who was the most interesting character to clothe and why?

AJ: The most interesting characters to costume for me were the Vampettes and the band, having the backing singers and band on stage gave me a chance to go to town with the vampire gothic theme.

We decided to turn the three singers in to a Supremes-like trio, very cute and sexy but also vampy and gothic. Having the band also in costume on stage has helped maintain a fun burlesque look, I think they will really enhance the set and party atmosphere of the show.

DM: Have you encountered any backstage diva scuffles over the costumes you’ve wanted characters to wear?

AJ: Thankfully all the costumes have gone down well with the performers, they all seem really excited to have new made to measure costumes and I had a lot of fun choosing the fabric. Also I have been lucky enough to have some really amazing costume makers to bring my designs to life, it’s been a lot of fun, some of the dancers have requested higher heels, other than that they all seem really happy. I always try and talk to the actors before we start making to make sure they are happy with the designs.

DM: What can we expect from the musical? Is it the festival of sex, blood, rock and roll we’ve come to know the undead for or a more family friendly variety of immortals?

AJ: I think Vampirette will be a really good night out, lots of amazing dancing, a mix of rock and roll, pop and loads of amazing dance numbers. The costumes are sexy but not too naughty, so I’m sure everyone will be safe to come and join in. Look out for my favourites the Vampettes, they pop up all of the place!

£5 discount on top four prices for students, excluding Fridays and Saturdays.

Roberta Fonseca & Ayanna

Roberto Fonseca, the jazz pianist from Cuba and his motley-crew of musicians succeeded in stunning the audience of Mancunians who filled the Royal Northern College of Music last month. The evening was coloured with musical variety from poignant cello solos from support act Ayanna, described as the, ‘pioneer of Black folk music’, to frenzied African-influenced jazz, which had the seated audience nodding their heads and tapping their feet throughout the night.

This is not to forget the hypnotised ambience that Ayanna created with her rich voice and emotional lyrics under the dramatic spotlight, an atmosphere that was quickly transformed as the lights brightened and Fonseca strolled casually onto the stage, in his baggy t-shirt and pork pie hat; the epitome of jazz chic.

What followed felt like a mix between watching a set of genius musicians and a group of giddy teenagers having a jam session, such was the improvised impression of the performance. It was an evening of variety, with drum and clarinet solos and powerful background vocals which were carried by the frenzied piano riffs, and it was an experience in itself to witness the impressive sight of Fonseca’s fingers blurring over the piano keys.

The casual mood felt particularly bizarre when one or two of the band would stroll off, though later return, whenever they became surplus to requirements and yet to look around it was not a gritty jazz bar but a fairly large concert hall that this was taking place. The night was certainly a unique, inspiring and highly recommendable experience.

The Sunday Times Magazine celebrates 50 years

The Sunday Times Magazine has brought its collection of writing and photography to Manchester’s CUBE Gallery. The free exhibition celebrates the glossy magazine’s 50th year since its first publication, which was heralded by the then owner’s groans of ‘my God, this is going to be a disaster’. Of course the exhibition proves him completely wrong.

The pictures take centre stage, spread over three rooms and displayed on beautiful illuminated black stands. The curators have arranged the photos to reflect the magazine’s wide spectrum of interests in both international and home affairs. This is starkly highlighted in one instance by an image of Elizabeth Taylor being displayed directly above grubby miners in County Durham.

Throughout the gallery you get a real sense of the importance and the power journalistic photography can have in today’s society.  From atrocities all over the world come some of the most innovative, commanding and downright beautiful images of the 20th century, from a massacre in the Vietnam War to a husband carrying his dying wife to hospital in Bangladesh.

There is also an illuminating insight into the mind-set of 1960s Britain from the magazine’s readership on display, with thinking it was too American and below their intellectual standard.

However, this exhibition firmly highlights that the magazine, instead of being that comfort read on your parents’ kitchen table, has become one of the most exciting platforms for photography and journalism in the United Kingdom today. For photography fans this unassuming yet fascinating exhibition is a must and the bonus is it’s free!

Monkee Business

Everyone knows who the Monkees are, even 40 years after they were at their prime young and old alike (and celebrity sighting of the evening, Dev from Corrie,) gathered to immerse ourselves in the splendour of the flare-wearing original boy-band.

It took a little while to get into the tone of the musical, wondering at first if the extraordinarily cheesy jokes were serious until it became wonderfully clear that the whole thing had been masterminded as one tongue-in-cheek self-mocking joke after another.

The premise of the musical being that four ordinary boys, with no actual musical talent of their own but a penchant for miming, were recruited to go on a world tour in place of the real Monkees who were busy filming their hit TV series.

With constant references to the band’s lives and some exquisitely unsubtle links into their hit songs, often led into by phrases like “Bet you didn’t think we’d sing this song in this scene”, the whole evening reflected the nature of the Monkees careers as the happy go lucky hit-making machine of the ‘60s.

It was an all-round brilliant evening that left you feeling exactly as you should after a musical of this ilk; sore-faced from laughing with all your worries behind you, the miracle healing of cheesy and frequently filthy jokes.

There was a touching moment to finish the evening, as Ben Evans who played Chuck, posing as Davy Jones, took to the stage after the encore to dedicate the evening to the memory of the late singer, at which the rest of the cast returned to the stage and the audience rose to their feet to sing and bring the evening to a close.

Marcus Roberts Trio

If simplicity is the ultimate sophistication, then the performance of Marcus Roberts trio at the RNCM is a good example. The trio is composed of classical jazz-trained and Wynton Marsalis-inspired Marcus Roberts at the piano, Rodney Jordan at bass and Jason Marsalis on drums. With a stage presence that is both charismatic and discrete, Roberts assumed his role as a bandleader by introducing the titles of the compositions.

The first part of the concert was dedicated exclusively to Cole Porter songs, as ‘I’ve got you under my skin’ and ‘Night and day’. It was evident from the start that Roberts’ refined, classical piano style blended perfectly with Jordan’s spontaneity and Marsalis’ precision. Their take on the classical jazz repertoire was affectionate, original and harmonious.

In part two, the concert changed the musical trajectory to a more individualised musical performance. The trio switched to their own compositions as ‘Topeka’, ‘Let’s go’ and ‘Marching in the Modern Parade’. The drum solo in ‘Topeka’, a fresh, coherent improvisation was simply breath-taking. ‘Let’s go’ was the only weak point of the concert: the piano seemed confused and uninspired. ‘Marching in the Modern Parade’ was the final touch on the concert: the role of the piano alternated between leading and acting as a background to the ‘duo’: bass and drums.

The strength of the concert was the fact that the trio relied mostly on free improvisation, using the well-established music pieces to add structure. I’d say that the improvisations served both to prevent the audience from sinking in a sentimental nostalgia and to delight that part of the audience which seeks novelty in jazz.

Throughout the concert, it became evident that Marcus Roberts knows how to best showcase the talent of Jordan and Marsalis: their lively improvisations were given structure by the piano. The musical palette the Marcus Roberts trio explored in the concert was intense, engaging and delighted the audience.

A piercing passion

Last week, Nathalie Clark professed her love for tattoos, which I confess I fail to share. Tattoos can look great on others, but they’re just not for me. The idea of getting a tattoo doesn’t appeal, not because of the pain or social perceptions or ageing issues, but instead purely because, regardless of whether or not you designed it, a tattoo will always be someone else’s art on your body and therefore loses its personal quality. It’s a different story with piercings though in that, although often someone else is piercing you, the piercing doesn’t exist without the jewellery you select yourself that you yourself insert.

I have yet to get my actual earlobes pierced – mainly due to idle apathy – and so I’m currently ignorant to the joys of wearing a proper pair of earrings. However, I’m pierced four places elsewhere – helix, rook, navel, nipple – and I feel naked without them. They’ve become an integral part of my preferred appearance, just like other personal normalities such as hairstyle (anyone who seeks either a tattoo or a piercing in the false hope of being “different” is obviously doomed to forever remain tragically ordinary).

Admittedly, I also enjoy the process of getting pierced. Having a stranger stick a needle through miscellaneous parts of your body is somewhat exciting, and the pain is pleasant in its short and sharp quality. Pain is experienced in the same part of the brain as pleasure, hence the potential pleasurable aspect to pain, which I presume is why I often leave the piercing studio in a heady euphoric daze. Plus, y’know, piercings are hot. You’ve extended your array of orifices in a symbolic fashion. Impish.

Finally, piercings come with the added bonus of disposability. If you wake up one day and suddenly detest harbouring alien pieces of metal in your body, you can take them out as if nothing ever happened. For me, however, and it seems for most pierced people, the reality is often the opposite: once you start, it’s difficult to stop. Maybe I’ll just whip out some needles, ice and apple and sort those earlobes out at last for my next fix. Otherwise, I’m tempted by the tongue. Till then, I’m happy as I am.

Portico Quartet

Girls in long coats and guys in benaie hats pay for their tickets and move inside the venue, alongside white-haired pensioners in smart clothes and the die-hard Jazz aficionados who make up Band on The Wall’s regular crowd.

This, perhaps, says something about Portico Quartet. The London-based quratet made their name as another of the new generation of “not-quite-jazz” bands to hit the scene, but have since shifted to a more powerful position, finding a solid place within the more experienced Jazz establishment. With the harmonic combination of hang (a versatile, steel drum-esque instrument, invented in the early 21st Century) and saxophone, they not only have found themselves a very unique sound, but one they continue to refine, becoming ever more sophisticated.

Inside, the quartet immediately illustrate this. There is silence in the room for only a second, and then they open the show with pace and precision. Milo Fitzpatrick’s double bass syncs with Duncan Bellamy’s percussion to form a looping backline, while Keir Vine’s hang and Jack Wyllie’s saxophone merge and thread themselves through the melodic and percussive base.

The result is an electrifying set, full of energy and invention. They build to mesmerising crescendos, and then drop back to their earlier minimalist lines with ease, and when they finally close the set, the applause pulls them back for encore. Portico Quartet have recently proved themselves to be virtuosic in the studio, and this live performance does not disappoint.

When in Canada…

If you are reading this article and thinking “what does Niagara Falls have to do with Manchester?” all that has to be said is: you can take the girl out of Manchester but you can’t take Manchester out of the girl! Even one on exchange all the way out in Canada.

During my stay here, Niagara Falls was one of the many breathe taking historic sites which was a must see. When tourists come to Manchester, the mundane sites which we walk past with little regard impact travellers in various ways which we would probably never experience, even though the historic past of Manchester has a lot to offer.

The chance to see a waterfall that towers to over fifty one metres in height is an even rarer experience than the fascinating sight of Manchester’s canal side towpaths. In the same way as tourists embrace English culture, going from city life in Manchester to seeing one of the five Great Lakes was a massive culture shock.

If the site alone does not entrance a tourist, the intertwining of the past and future is intriguing to all. Since 1819 Niagara Falls has acted as a divide between the Canadian and American border. It has further continued to cause dispute due to natural erosion which has incurred over time affecting the borders of these two countries.

Even though Niagara came to being many moons ago in the ice age, it continues to act as a link between future commercial and industrial use. With thousands of people flocking to see this historic beauty and taking a trip on the infamous ‘Maid of the Mist’, the Falls brings in significant revenue.

However, what is most interesting to a tourist living in the twenty-first century is that Niagara Falls is a valuable source of hydroelectric power. Thus, not only does Niagara Falls provide spectacular beauty, it further serves to remind tourists that the past plays an increasingly important role in forming the future.

Anya 17

This review is a response to recent complaints regarding a previously published review of Anya 17, performed at the RNCM. I was at the event, and felt as though the opera might benefit a fresh review.

The concert marked the penultimate night of the North West New Music festival, with the professional musicians Ensemble 10/10, conducted by the festival’s artistic director Clark Rundell. The first half featured pieces written for the players of the orchestra, in various combinations. The opening work was by the festivals featured composer Colin Matthews; this short work presented an energetic opening to the concert, flaunting the strong playing of the ensemble and the fluid relationship with their conductor.

This work was followed by the first student performance of the evening, the soprano Sarah Parking singing the cycle In Sleep by Ails in Rain. Ms. Parking tackled the complex music with an ease only achieved through solid preparation and great musicality. Despite the piece being composed for Mezzo Soprano, there were no noticeable signs of the Canadian soprano struggling with the tessitura of the work. Overall, this performance captured the intense palette of emotions and vocal colours within the technically challenged cycle, bringing the piece to an exciting standard.

The first half concluded with a commissioned work by University of Manchester Professor of Composition, Dr. Richard Whalley. The programme note explained the composer’s muse for the three pieces and it has to be said that I, and seemingly many from conversations in the interval that followed found the pieces to be highly intelligent and well heard works, performed expertly by the ensemble.

The next half presented the anticipated main event, the Manchester premiere of Adam Gorb’s opera based on real life experiences of sex trafficking, Anya 17. I believe that it is important to point out that with such sensitive and powerful subject matter, it is hard for an audience to feel anything but moved considering the power of the production and performance.

The musical aspect of the performance was impressive from all. The ensemble played with ease, switching through the different stylisms of the various idioms that Gorb had included in his score, and the cast performed to a high standard, especially in regards to their vocal production, which from some was highly technically polished, most

impressively so from Andrea Tweedale (Anya), who maintained a versatile vocal and emotional performance throughout the technically challenging opera.

The production itself used the space and lack of set imaginatively, using aspects of physical theatre to create variety between scenes and locations, though it did at instances seem limited, and the majority of the dramatic impetus came from the talented cast, notably Amy Webber, who portrayed the blind character Elena with a harrowing realism.

All in all, I believe that the opera was a great success and the moving story was certainly served well by the performers, the entirely of the cast still being students. I would certainly hope that the opera/cast are able to perform the work again soon, as not only was the standard exceptional, but the piece serves the issue at hand in a way that brings attention to both itself and opera in a way that is beneficial for both.

The make-up palette

There’s something deeply satisfying about finding the perfect palette. The multi-purpose quality – I could be highlighting! I could be shading! All in an arcane kaleidoscopic manner! – ostensibly justifies a week’s starvation in order to purchase the otherwise ridiculous piece of frivolity. The classy or quirky (but of course always ornate and luxurious) packaging appears as another attempt at price justification – it’s an objet d’art, darling!

Overall, the effect is a happily deluded sense of aesthetically pleasing sophistication. The suggested lifestyle is that of a woman who does not frequently bump into her own reflection in a public fashion and then promptly and profusely apologises to herself. No, no, the owner of such a pulchritudinous palette would never be guilty of such brazen tomfoolery. She’s just got her shit sorted, you know; carries around a spare pair of tights and snacks on almonds and everything. Wholesome!

So, behold my top five spring palettes in all their saccharine glory, perfect for pulling out ostentatiously in a final effort at feigning dignity when you’re walking around with your skirt tucked into your knickers.

Left to right: Lancôme La Roseraie Palette, £32; Paul & Joe Face & Eye Colour Palette in “Siamese Please”, £19.50; Dior Garden Clutch £55; YSL Vinyl Candy Palette, £39; ; Clarins Colour Breeze Face & Blush Palette, £30.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller


Achilles bandages the arm of Patroklos -By Sosias

Homeric purists will call forth Apollo to rain a mighty hail of arrows and plague upon Miller when they cast their eyes over the result of her gargantuan ambition and ego. But while it seems like a task achievable only by the tripod-loving Olympians, I hate to say that this is actually rather good.

Miller was fascinated by the relationship between Achilles and Patroklos, and confused by Patroklos’ minor role in the Iliad before his death. So, like Ovid and Virgil and Aeschylus and Euripides, she decided to tell the untold tale – the boyhood of these two friends.

Nothing strikes a false note in Miller’s world. Life at the court of Achilles’ father Peleus achieves the harmony of ordinariness and wonder that is the trademark of the ancients. Gods and centaurs play as much of a role as fathers and sons. She is acutely aware of the intensity of love between Achilles and Patroklos that is implied in the Iliad, and her cementing and grounding of their relationship in their boyhood days adds to the poetic tragedy of Homer’s masterpiece. It is really a remarkable achievement.

But even swift-footed Madeline Miller doesn’t quite pull it all the way through. She trespasses too far into Homeric territory towards the end, re-writing scenes from the Iliad. That, I’m afraid, is an unforgivable and thankless task, and one which all the libations and sacrifices in Troy cannot rectify. Why not explore purely within the confines of a prequel? There’s plenty to say. A 2012 update of Priam’s begging Achilles for Hektor’s body displays hubris on an unprecedented scale.

So long as the thought of it makes not the goddess sing of your anger this is a rollicking, faithful, and surprising flick.


Achilles Preparing to Avenge the Death of Patroclus -Dirck van Baburen

Feature: Good looking music

There was a time, in a long-forgotten world, where a band’s latest release was something that required some preparation and planning. You’d have to save up actual money to go and buy it and that’s only after checking that your local record store had it in stock. Unfortunately, this excitement and anticipation has all been in lost in a time of downloads, both illegal and legit.

However, I think the wheels were in motion even before the false economy of illegal downloading took off. Being something of a nerdy vinyl fan, I fail to see the attraction of flimsy plastic CDs with nothing more than a post-stick note in it with the track listings on. Looking through old gatefold sleeves, the record was something much more than an audio experience. Take iconic album covers like Dark Side of the Moon and Thick as a Brick. I’ve spent many a time exploring all the little delights and details and, more likely than not, you’d get a poster in it to stick on the bedroom wall too.

I’m not going to go into whether vinyl sounds better than CDs but even just the physical property of owning the music has an effect. I know many who’ll download an artist’s discography just to hear a handful of tracks, with absolutely no intention of exploring this catalogue of work which they now have before them. However, coming home album in hand, you’ve got much more desire to sit down and listen to this record, in its entirety. And once you’d played it, you’d show it your mates, there was a certain pride in owning certain records. New albums just don’t have the same impact anymore because the music is all too easy to come by. If you’re downloading something just for the sake of it, and not to truly appreciate all the music now at your disposal, ask yourself why? Neither yourself or the artist are really gaining anything from the experience.