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Friday, 6 July 2007

Maeve Mackinnon - Don't Sing Lovesongs (Foot Stompin' Records)

Published in the Morning Star
(Friday 06 July 2007)

An artful blend

ALBUM: Maeve Mackinnon - Don't Sing Lovesongs
(Foot Stompin' Records)

"DON'T sing love songs, you'll wake my mother" is the gently ironic refrain from Maeve Mackinnon, the young Celtic singer stepping out here with an accomplished first album.

Mackinnon's artful blend of Scots, Irish and US ballads around an eclectic core of traditional Gaelic songs is backed by musicians who range easily from folk to jazz and even classical moods.

She also finds room for some Gaelic puirt-a-beul - mouth music.

As a Scot with political as well as musical roots, Mackinnon credits Dick Gaughan as an influence, which is clearly heard on her version of Child ballad The Cruel Brother.

And the album's cool, modern feel is emphasised with a refreshing take on hackneyed pub chant The Wild Rover.

MALCOLM BURNS




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Wednesday, 18 April 2007

Tracy Beaker Gets Real, King's Theatre, Edinburgh, Sat 7 April 2007

Published in the Morning Star
(Wednesday 18 April 2007)

Top kids fun in stage debut

Tracy Beaker Gets Real
King's Theatre, Edinburgh
FROM TV TO STAGE: Tracy Beaker Gets Real.

EDINBURGH'S beautiful old King's Theatre is packed with kids and their parents - or, perhaps, their carers - and it's buzzing as hundreds of young paws rustle sweet packets and cartons of juice.

They're all on their best behaviour, though, because tonight Tracy Beaker Gets Real. As the lights go down and the curtain comes up, the hundreds of bright eyes are rapt.

The children's publishing phenomenon of Tracy Beaker has made her creator Jacqueline Wilson a rich and respected author. Rightly so - the books are brilliant and the BBC TV show is required viewing for kids with attitude from five to 15.

The eponymous heroine lives in a care home which she and the other inmates call "the Dumping Ground."

Tracy is, in the jargon of her straightlaced social worker Elaine the Pain, "hard to place" on account of her sassy attitude, which undermines her unending quest for a foster family who will love her, but which also makes her irresistible to readers and audiences.

Much of the drama in the story springs from Tracy's fantasy visions of her ne'er-do-well single mum, who in reality has left her in care, and it translates powerfully and movingly to the stage.

This first-ever theatrical adaptation, written by Mary Morris and realised by the Nottingham Playhouse company, had a successful premiere and short tour last year.

Its April run in Edinburgh kicked off a marathon trek around theatres in towns and cities across the British Isles, continuing throughout the summer.

The production is certainly true to the essence of the first book, The Story of Tracy Beaker, published in 1991, and to the look and feel of the BBC series.

Pippa Duffy, the young actress playing Tracy, nails the stage part with an authority matching the benchmark set by the TV show's star Danielle Harmer.

And not just one but two performances of real merit are put in by Emma Thornett, who plays both Tracy's reprehensible mum and her soppy care-home friend Louise so effectively that you might be surprised to find that it was just one actor in these very different roles.

The play is a musical and each character gets a keynote song. The music is mainly bright and lively, with an excellent band.

The words are sometimes a little quick and complex for younger children, but the acting telegraphs the meaning effectively.

Even Elaine the Pain (played by Natasha Seale) has a showstopping number towards the end and joins in a group hug. A must-see show for Beaker fans and their parents - or carers.

On tour now. Plays Clwyd Theatr Cymru, Mold, from April 24-28. Box office: 0845 330-3565. Then Malvern, Wolverhampton, Aberdeen, Belfast, Buxton, Poole, Nottingham, Hackney, Tunbridge Wells, Leeds, Manchester and Milton Keynes. Visit www.tracybeakertour.co.uk for full tour schedule, box-office information and other details.

MALCOLM BURNS




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Sunday, 25 February 2007

Lebanon's slacker underbelly: The Illusion of Return by Samir El-Youssef

Published in the Morning Star
(Sunday 25 February 2007)

Lebanon's slacker underbelly

The Illusion of Return by Samir El-Youssef
(Halban £12.99)
The Illusion of Return by Samir El-Youssef.

IF the past is another country, for the displaced Palestinian diaspora, it is often a journey through many lands, sustained by hope of returning to the life before the disaster of 1948.

Samir El-Youssef, who was born in a Palestinian refugee camp in Lebanon, now lives in London. His divide-crossing credentials include co-authoring with an Israeli writer. This book is published by an imprint specialising in "books of Jewish interest."

El-Youssef's meditation on the philosophical possibility of "return as a grand concept" is a slim novel competently structured through flashbacks, though with scant imagery.

The style is discursive, but anyone looking for a manifesto will not find it. The end is a negative but inconclusive shrug. Return is not possible — probably.

In some ways, the novel reads like a slacker generation screenplay. The young narrator Samir inhabits the drug scene in Beirut cafes of the early '80s, offering intriguing shades of a Lebanese Trainspotting.

Less compelling are the cardboard cutout political caricatures. Maher the "Marxist" inadvertently encouraging Salim the "worker" to blow up his boss's sweet factory in Beirut merely triggers the plot rather than suspension of disbelief.

MALCOLM BURNS




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Friday, 2 February 2007

The Good, The Bad and The Queen, Motherwell Concert Hall, 30 Jan 2007

Published in the Morning Star
(Friday 02 February 2007)

The artful dodgers


LIVE: The Good, The Bad and The Queen
Motherwell Concert Hall
CHEEKY CHAP: Damon Albarn.

MALCOLM BURNS checks out Damon Albarn's new supergroup.

It may seem odd that Damon Albarn's latest project, The Good, The Bad and The Queen, with its narrative identity centred so strongly on London, would be given its only Scottish outing of this short tour in Motherwell, a run-down former steel town which is culturally very far from the metropolis.

However, the Concert Hall makes a more than half-decent rock venue. And Albarn puts on more than a half-decent, if artfully downbeat, rock show.

On a stage incongruously laced with bunting in front of an atmospheric image of a Victorian London skyline, a good old days-style music hall master of ceremonies introduces some jugglers.

Then the support act, three members of south London Appalachian band Indigo Moss, run through a handful of stylised bluegrass songs about love and death.

Singer Trevor Moss has a haunting high-pitched wail which stays with you long after he's gone.

When Albarn finally arrives onstage, he looks like a cheery Artful Dodger, wearing a short top hat.

PERHAPS THE GREATEST DRUMMER WHO EVER LIVED: Afrofunkmaster Tony Allen.

His supergroup in tow features former Clash icon Paul Simonon, star Afrobeat drummer Tony Allen (pictured right) and ex-Verve guitarist Simon Tong, as well as a four-piece string section.

First up is History Song, with its spare lyrics and slightly threatening refrain. It's low key, but then we get a taste of heavy bass from Simonon. Albarn sits at the piano to insert some jangling discords.

Doo-wop pastiche '80s Life brings out more melodramatic bass which matches the lyrics. "I don't want to live a war/That's got no end in our time."

The Kingdom of Doom sounds not unlike the Clash doing London Calling. Albarn and Simonon alternate on vocals, as the lights pick out the red flags in the bunting around them.

The rumbling bass grinds your blood and bones as Simonon struts the stage, pulling contortions like an elongated Norman Wisdom, before shouldering his bass in rocket launcher position.

Song by song, the mood moves from energetic to elegaic.

On reaching The Good, The Bad and The Queen, the final track of the album of the band of the same odd name, Albarn takes the music uptown again, reaching a barrelhouse pitch on piano.

Simonon sings of how the world has been seeming to end with a downbeat apocalyptic whimper.

At the end, this southern expeditionary force seems to have conquered the Caledonian horde.

They return for encores - Albarn plays melodica on a dubwise B-side called Back in the Day, then hands mic duties over to Syrian guest rapper Eslam Jaweed, who is wearing a black keffiyeh to perform in Arabic on another B-side track, Mr Whippy.

Visibly cheered by the enthusiastic applause, Albarn touches his heart like a footballer who's scored and promises: "We'll be coming back to Scotland for sure." Perhaps he didn't expect such a warm response for his downbeat metropolitan elegies.




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Friday, 26 January 2007

Celtic Connections, Glasgow, 17 Jan-24 Feb 2007

Published in the Morning Star
(Friday 26 January 2007)

Captivating Celtic

FESTIVAL: Celtic Connections
GYPSY SOUND: Berroguetto.

MALCOLM BURNS tells us who's the cream of the Celtic music crop.

Glasgow's annual Celtic Connections Festival runs until February 4 and features an array of international talent.

This year, new artistic director Donald Shaw has kept the winning formula fresh and successful by combining new blood and old favourites.

Heeliegoleerie, Danny award winners at last year's Celtic Connections Open Stage, are a neat young trio. Fiddler Eilidh Steel composes many of their tunes. Mark Neal plays guitar and cittern and sings and Ali MacLeod beats rhythm on the djembe.

In a neat and friendly touch, aiming at a front room atmosphere, the band present the audience with chocolate digestive biscuits to eat during their set at the Piping Centre on Wednesday.

Their music is polished but far from sterile - a jazzy, syncopated, percussive guitar accompanies several quick medleys of reels. Neal has a faraway look while playing slower numbers such as The Lonely Whaler and also as he accompanies Steel's lyrical fiddle melody in Tune for Keith and Mary, written for a silver wedding.

There's an air of expectancy as guests John Doyle and Anna Massie take the stage. Highly regarded Dublin-born guitarist Doyle has been a star for over a decade, first in top Irish-US band Solas. Doyle's teaming with former Scottish Young Traditional Musician of the Year, multi-instrumentalist Massie, promises much.

Fortunately, the pair wear their virtuosity lightly and weave a captivating sound.

Left-handed Doyle opens on guitar, looking intense, but the music is relaxing. Massie follows him into the tune, initially pensive, her guitar soft.

Doyle moves into a jig and Massie accompanies, now smiling. Then she picks up the lead with him playing hard and fast against her.

Massie plays fiddle as Doyle sings I Know My Love - learned from Cork singer Jimmy Crowley - and he laughs as he falters on the second verse. She continues on the fiddle, leading with a set of marches and jigs to which he adds his trademark rhythm-doubling style and swooping bass harmonies.

"God help us with this one," jokes Doyle as they launch into a fiendishly complex version of O'Carolan's Draught, a breathtaking guitar duet which the pair conclude with a triumphant flourish.

A couple of numbers further and the pair have exhausted their planned set list, but they continue in busking mode, each calling out tunes and keys for the other to follow.

In a final set of tunes, Massie leads with guitar in the air In Dispraise of Whisky.

Wild applause forces an encore and they play a fascinating version of Wild Colonial Boy - not at all the usual pub chant. Doyle jokes: "We'll do whatever. It's a recipe for chaos." But they pull off a brilliant, blinding finale. And they make it sound so easy.

The Celtic Club, held every night during the festival at the city's Holiday Inn, is a hot ticket. For only £3.50 on a week-night, it's surely the best value in town.

Deep in the bowels of the hotel, the club kicks off well after the formal shows at around 11.30pm and the party rolls till the wee small hours.

There's no billing - you could see any of the top acts here, all doing a turn and mixing it up with each other, literally making musical Celtic Connections.

With the bar open until the bitter end, informal music sessions kicking off all around and even a stall selling aromatic curries, the club is the engine room of the festival.

Hosts Gibb Todd and Doris Rougvie sing and introduce the changing acts each night.

US folk singer Jim Page isn't on the official line-up, but plays at the club fresh from an anti-war demo in Edinburgh. He performs his well-known adaptation of Woody Guthrie's This Land Is Your Land as an anti-Bush anthem and Anna Mae, about the murder of Native American movement activist Anne Mae Pictou Aquash in 1976, as well as a version of Talking Glasgow Blues. Page is touring around southern Britain until February 4 and is well worth checking out.

Uncle Earl is an all-female band from the US that plays a compelling brand of downhome old-time pre-bluegrass string band music.

The fiddle, banjo, guitar and mandolin are augmented by a cracking double bass player. In keeping with the connections theme, they get what seems like half the club, all the other performers - among them US banjo legend Bela Fleck - up on stage to join them. The other half are up dancing. If anyone in London fancies a hoedown tonight, they are playing the Spitz in Spitalfields.

Galician band Berroguetto bring a jazzy, sometimes Gypsy, sometimes Arabic feel to the club. The band combines a driving guitar sound, backed with fiddle, accordion and bodhran-like drum, to accompany their charismatic female singer, whose guttural words are reminiscent of Gaelic mouth music. Perhaps another Celtic Connection? Then, the singer takes up her Galician pipes and more dancing ensues.

Next up are the Tim Edey Trio, featuring the breathtaking New Zealand harmonica virtuoso Brendan Power and British bodhran player Lucy Randall. Tim himself is a master of the melodeon, among many instruments, and he regularly plays with Celtic supergroup Session A9, which also features festival artistic director Donald Shaw. Their set features a guest spot by fine Irish singer Brendan Begley.

And so it goes on. The Celtic Club continues in this vein every night during the festival.

When Brian McNeill of Battlefield Band fame introduces Dick Gaughan, who, in turn, introduces Archie Fisher, all in the first half-hour, you cannot deny that you are in the presence of singers of "songs of conscience," which was the name this spectaclar show at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall on Tuesday.

McNeill and Gaughan even play an "instrumental of conscience," Hamish Henderson's Refusal, named for the late great man's principled rejection of an OBE - and perhaps it is a sly dig at Fisher, who was named MBE this new year.

Even in this exalted company, however, some of the newest and truest songs of conscience come from Dublin singer Mick Hanly.

Highlights are Cold Cold World, about hypocritical neighbours in a winter freeze, and, especially, Shellakabookee Boy, an intensely complex, personal song about his US stepson, who became a marine and took part in the assault on Fallujah in Iraq.

Against such concentrated anguish, Cape Breton singer Gordie Sampson's Nashville excursions sound painfully light.

British socialist singer Roy Bailey injects some more conscience music, including a thoughtful rendition of Leon Rosselson's Palaces of Gold.

Tom Paxton takes the stage saying: "It's nice to be home again. I'm proud of my Scottish roots."

The mix is conscientiously light - a couple of drinking songs, a couple of lullabies written for his daughters over 30 years ago, then Marry Me Again, for his wife - until he stops to consider his start in the folk business, when the record labels told him: "You're not going anywhere, you have no focus, singing children's songs, love songs and those communistic songs."

Tom says: "Well, I think I was going somewhere. I'm here with you now. Anyway, here's a new song. About Iraq."

And he launches into an anti-war anthem: "Some might call it folly. Some might call it self-defence. Some might take it further. But today, sad to say, I call it murder."

Then, the rest all join Paxton onstage, apart from Gaughan, who's nipped off to another gig. As the whole company finish with a run through The Last Thing on My Mind, The Broom O'The Cowdenknowes and Ramblin' Boy, it all feels like a rather grand old folk club.

And there's more. The festival continues with dozens of gigs plus workshops and more right up to Sunday February 4. Take a look at the box on the left for highlights.

And there's more

Here are some picks from the rest of Celtic Connections.

SATURDAY
Lisa Knapp and Maeve Mackinnon
2pm at the Piping Centre
Maeve is not only a rising young Gaelic singer, but her political family background means she's a Morning Star supporter too.

SUNDAY JANUARY 28
Songs of Conscience with Odetta and Thea Gilmore
7.30pm at the Royal Concert Hall
An all-female bill supporting a folk legend in a second show under this banner.

Young Traditional Musician of the Year Final 2007
5pm at City Halls
Six fine young musicians bid for this very prestigious award.

FRIDAY FEBRUARY 2
Rosanne Cash
7.30pm at the Royal Concert Hall
Daughter of Johnny and a star in her own right.

Back of the Moon /D'imh/Buille
8pm at the Royal Concert Hall
A powerful triple bill.

SUNDAY FEBRUARY 4
Kathleen MacInnes
8pm at the Piping Centre
A beautiful Gaelic voice.

ON EVERY DAY
Danny Kyle's Open Stage
5pm at the Royal Concert Hall
Named in memory of a favourite Scottish folk proselytiser, this free daily show is your chance to catch tomorrow's stars today as up-and-coming acts compete for a coveted Danny award and a support slot on next year's festival.

Unfortunately, some other highlights, such as John Martyn's performance of his classic album Solid Air on Monday January 29 and The Peatbog Faeries gig on Friday February 2, have sold out well in advance.

Box office: (0141) 353-8000.

WEB LINK:
www.celticconnections.com




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Friday, 8 December 2006

Arab Strap, ABC, Glasgow, Monday 4 December 2006

Published in the Morning Star
(Friday 08 December 2006)

That's how it ends

LIVE: Arab Strap
ABC, Glasgow

SO, the Arab Strap farewell tour ends here at the Glasgow ABC. There are quite a few plump guys with beards in for the last-ever gig and you get the feeling that Arab Strap - aka Aidan Moffat and Malcolm Middleton - know their audience.

The recorded intro is a radio report describing how the band once shocked the citizens of their hometown Falkirk. It features a local burgher, who claims: "There's two ways to get on in showbiz. One is to be outrageous, the other is to have talent and, obviously, they have nothing of the latter."

Then they're off - beat, beat, beat, beat. If people were expecting post-folk, as Arab Strap are often labelled, they are to be disappointed, at least not until close to the encores.

With drums, bass and second guitar, this "last Arab Strap band" whip up a hefty rock show. Well, it would be, if it wasn't for the fact that Moffat is singing his Scots vernacular poems of shiftless ordinariness in a deep, almost tuneless voice somewhere between Leonard Cohen and Irvine Welsh.

It's low key - literally - even though he looks like a pop Pavarotti, plump, bearded and wiping sweat from his body with a cloth wrapped around his wrist.

They scoot pretty much through the recent Ten Years of Tears retrospective/retirement album.

Among the "old songs," Moffat introduces Gilded, which stated some variously fulfilled ambitions: "We did make the cover of the NME, though we've never had any hits, as such, and I've never snorted coke off a supermodel's tits - much though I'd like to."

There Is No Ending, the closing song from the final album The Last Romance, is the cue for thanks to their record label, Chemikal Underground, to cheers. As the gig reaches its peak, balloons fall from above and the punters pop them.

Then, The First Big Weekend returns from 1996 like Groundhog Day, at the end of the Arab Strap adventure. "Went out for the weekend and it lasted forever..."

Their first encores are an acoustic minigig. In the second encore, it's finally just the two of them again, Moffat and Middleton.

Moffat dedicates Packs of Three to his mother. The audience sings along to the better-known bawdy bits. Nice boys, eh?

And there they go, the bearded laddies. Talented, but outrageous no longer. Laconic, not demonic. Ironic, certainly. Iconic? Maybe - in a downbeat, low-key, indie kind of a way.

MALCOLM BURNS

Links

Arab Strap site:
www.arabstrap.co.uk

Chemikal Underground
www.chemikal.co.uk




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Saturday, 29 July 2006

David Rovics, St Andrews in the Square, Glasgow, Thursday 27 July 2006

Published in the Morning Star
(Saturday 29 July 2006)

A thorn in Bush's side

LIVE: David Rovics
St Andrews in the Square, Glasgow
Thursday July 27, 2006

WHO would credit George Bush as a co-writer of their song? Radical folksinger David Rovics tells us that his opening number Operation Iraqi Liberation was inspired - is that the right word? - by the name initially given to the Iraq war by the president's men.

"Tell me, what does that spell? Oil." You couldn't make it up, could you?

More likely to be found singing on US anti-war platforms in the company of Noam Chomsky, Angela Davis, Michael Moore, Susan Sarandon or Pete Seeger, or even behind an anti-globalisation barricade in Genoa, Rovics slams Bush and his neocon puppeteers in front of an appreciative crowd at Glasgow's weekly Star Folk Club.

He is a young US Dick Gaughan. His open-tuned guitar is similarly percussive and his slightly nasal voice rings with conviction over a radical agenda of burning issues from past and present.

St Patrick's Battalion commemorates Irish Americans who fought with the Mexicans for self determination in the 1840s.

Song for Hugo Chavez brings the struggle bang up to date.

Rovics's progressive global aspirations show in his song New Orleans - written in Beirut, recorded in Ramallah - about the avoidable flood which hit the poorest most.

It's not all gloom and doom. Rovics's acerbic banter raises some laughs and he writes and sings a mean love song too.

Nice to have it reaffirmed that some US citizens are standing up against the warmongers who run their country.

MALCOLM BURNS

Link: www.davidrovics.com




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