Well, well, well.
What an unusual mix.
First up last night (Sunday February 22nd) were 21outs. These affable boys from Galway were full of energy and had a baby-entourage of a mandolin-totin' brunette and a photo-takin' black haired fella.
When they finally set up in the studio (that's a lot of Marshall), they proceeded to rock out for us with crackin' song. Little did they realise the show wasn't on air yet, but I for one thoroughly enjoyed the private show. If they'd done a bit of private dancing all the better, but one can only wish.
The sound was bassy, bluesy and tight. Deadly. Kind of put me in mind of 70's rock mixed with Pearl Jam, with a dose of Jimi. Lead guitarist and singer Phil has a fine set of lungs, all the better to be blasted out in a kind of strangling yelp. Fan-fucking-tastic. He plays guitar with the beguiling skill of someone much older than he looks. I could only watch, slack-jawed, as he arpeggio'd, slapped and hammer/pulled that beautiful, battered Strat of his (super-jealous, here, by the way - Phil, if you're ever giving that guitar away, you know where to find me).
With Bryan on the bass and Kevin squashing his tall frame behind the pared down drum kit, the whole set up seemed really tight, allowing each of the guys to rock out at certain, fitting times. The impression you get with this band was that they are super-hardworking and great fun (am I allowed to say that about "serious" music?) to watch live. It was with a dose of regret that I couldn't make it to the Purty Sessions in the Purty Kitchen, Monkstown, where they were playing after.
The dirtiest sound we've had yet on The Sessions. Nice.
What an unusual mix.
First up last night (Sunday February 22nd) were 21outs. These affable boys from Galway were full of energy and had a baby-entourage of a mandolin-totin' brunette and a photo-takin' black haired fella.
When they finally set up in the studio (that's a lot of Marshall), they proceeded to rock out for us with crackin' song. Little did they realise the show wasn't on air yet, but I for one thoroughly enjoyed the private show. If they'd done a bit of private dancing all the better, but one can only wish.
The sound was bassy, bluesy and tight. Deadly. Kind of put me in mind of 70's rock mixed with Pearl Jam, with a dose of Jimi. Lead guitarist and singer Phil has a fine set of lungs, all the better to be blasted out in a kind of strangling yelp. Fan-fucking-tastic. He plays guitar with the beguiling skill of someone much older than he looks. I could only watch, slack-jawed, as he arpeggio'd, slapped and hammer/pulled that beautiful, battered Strat of his (super-jealous, here, by the way - Phil, if you're ever giving that guitar away, you know where to find me).
With Bryan on the bass and Kevin squashing his tall frame behind the pared down drum kit, the whole set up seemed really tight, allowing each of the guys to rock out at certain, fitting times. The impression you get with this band was that they are super-hardworking and great fun (am I allowed to say that about "serious" music?) to watch live. It was with a dose of regret that I couldn't make it to the Purty Sessions in the Purty Kitchen, Monkstown, where they were playing after.
The dirtiest sound we've had yet on The Sessions. Nice.
Seen these guys many times in Galway, they're quality through and through!
ReplyDeleteGood stuff Liam, yeah they rocked!
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