Wednesday, 30 April 2025

Sari Schorr "The Unbreakable Tour". Stereo, Glasgow. Wednesday 30th April 2025

 
It has been a glorious sunny day in Glasgow, the warmest of the year so far. My pal and I are heading to a rock gig by a singer I'm not that familiar with. Her records sound great, though. As a vocalist, she has a great set of pipes on her.  

As we arrive at Stereo, descending the stone steps and passing the merchandise stall where the staff member checks the tickets and uses a marker to put a cross on the back of one of our hands, I note how grim the venue appears. Dimly lit, the walls have peeling plaster or bare brickwork, and the floor is sticky as hell. Still, this kind of dive is the rockbed of live music. We buy some drinks, then squeak our way to the front. 


By the time the support act takes the stage, the term 'crowd' is a misnomer: there are five of us at the front, all old men, with maybe a score more around the room. What local lass Roisin McCarney delivers is not what we are expecting. Dressed in red tartan pantaloons with a black cummerbund, a half-shirt and plastic tie combo that exposes her midriff, and wearing massive golden loop earrings which push through her blonde bangs, this songstress performs high-energy pop music to a backing track, pulling out all her best dance moves as if she's at a sexually charged spin class. Not the rock 'n' roll blues that we are expecting. I wonder if I've stumbled into the wrong hall, arriving at an open audition for 7th Heaven (other strip joints are available). That would explain the sticky floor.

To her credit, though, Roisin delivers an energetic performance, never losing confidence, despite the audience's lack of response. I felt uncomfortable, standing so close to the stage, unsure of where to look, feeling like a dirty old man as she gyrated in front of me. When she followed through on her threat to come down into the audience, I wanted to die of embarrassment. Fortunately, she remained in the middle, so death by shyness didn't occur.

She performed one song without a backing track, which showcased her vocal capabilities and acoustic guitar playing skills. More of that would have been welcome and appropriate. 

The only photo that's not a blur during her backing track set


I'd never heard of Sari Schorr prior to the announcement of this gig (she's also playing Maid of Stone later this year). An American singer of rock blues in the style of Janis Joplin, she performs with a trio of talented musicians. Due to the support pole on the left of the stage, the bassist had to perform on the rear tier of the stage beside the drummer, leaving Sari and her guitarist at the front. 

The longer the show went on, the more I tired of listening. Sari has a tremendous vocal range and a pleasant demeanour, but I grew to dislike the way she favoured hitting the notes rather than singing the lyrics, a style perhaps adopted over the years on the road. In a larger venue, this would have been less noticeable; however, up close, it sounded lazy. The drums were also too loud, imbalancing the performance. 

Towards the end, having played lots of new, unreleased material, Sari gave us choices over what we'd like to hear next, under the pretext that they were short of time due to the curfew. That struck me as unprofessional. Granted, they sometimes ended up playing both choices, but come on, you time your show to include all your memorable material. You don't stiff the audience by cutting out the good stuff in favour of new songs.  

My disappointment was compounded when I filmed the final song, only to accidentally stop recording halfway while trying to zoom in on the guitarist during his solo. Even the camera thought I should give up on this show.

There is no setlist available because even the database website I use didn't register this date of the tour. It's somewhat disheartening that the most memorable aspect of the gig was the support act, but for all the wrong reasons. 

It's good to support live music and music venues (even if they don't always wash their floor). Not every show can be a winner, though.

Ticket Price £28, though Bob only took £25.








Monday, 28 April 2025

The Prat Pack UK Tour 2025, Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow. Monday 28th April 2025


My wife wanted to see this show, but I didn't book the tickets when they went on sale because we had planned to be away the weekend before the gig. Then we got Poppy, and those plans fell through, but unfortunately, the show had already sold out. 

After numerous searches on Ticketmaster for resale tickets, I managed to acquire one ticket, accepting that I would have to pay the double booking fee, which refunds the original seller's costs and pays the new purchase fees. Then, late one night (in the early morning, actually), I happened upon the Glasgow Life website and spotted eight tickets available in the arena. To my surprise, I was able to add two of these production release seats to my basket. Result! 

I then sold the resale ticket on Twickets, but for thirty pounds less than I paid. Dems de breaks!

We drove in early, parked for free on the street and went for a drink in Walkabout. We headed to the venue at 7 o'clock, and the lines in the foyer were already long. Lots of older types were slowly shuffling forward while the younger ones queued at the bar (until they announced there were more bars inside). 

We took our seats. The view was good. I hadn't bought a programme, but it looked full of engaging content, as much as I could tell, viewing it over someone's shoulder.


The fifteen-piece band took to the stage (all male, as it was, back in the day), and then the mayhem began. Bradley's introduction brought us both Brad and Brian, the latter claiming to be the former, which he proved by flattening his nose with the help of a roll of sellotape around his head. Shane was then brought on along with 'Squeaky', who didn't know why he was there, as he couldn't sing.
    
Bradley, who had instigated the show, performed hosting duties as much as he was allowed by the three reprobates. Rehearsed and unrehearsed banter bounced back and forth as they made each other corpse (natural and fake). Rarely were any of the numbers performed entirely straight, with the others chipping in with gags or comic interruptions. They all got to perform individually, singing, telling jokes and interacting with the audience (Bradley's attempts to get us to do a Mexican wave didn't really work). More often than not, though, the lifelong friends were together on stage, having a blast.  

Not everything ran smoothly. At one point early on, Bradley's braces broke; later, Shane forgot the lyrics to "Mack the Knife" and had to lean over the pianist to read them from his music. I enjoyed Joe "Squeaky" Pasquale's contributions, especially his prop gags. Brian Conley, who's sixty-three, dressed up in a Gladiator leotard, calling himself "Thrust", for a skit on the Brad-hosted TV show. I wouldn't have wanted to be near the front during the water pistol bit ("Now this is a water pistol), as one woman in particular bore the brunt of the increasingly larger water cannons. Squeaky came to her rescue with a leaf blower toilet roll dispenser, blowing the entire roll at her, reminding me of a Blue Man Group bit.  

It was a fun night, filled with jokes about erectile dysfunction and the audience's age. The little music they actually performed was sung well, and everyone had a good time. Special mention should go to the Concert Hall security, who were tenacious in preventing photography and filming, even getting one row to stand up so the usher could get close enough to berate the culprit sitting in the centre. Whenever a flash went off, it triggered their attention. One woman in front of me even received a warning during the interval not to use her phone again. I only managed to snap this one at the very end. 


On the way home, we stopped at a Tim Hortons, which was surprisingly busy with students on their laptops, even though it was after ten o'clock. It felt like we were witnessing a whole subculture of society. The honey cruller and hot chocolate were nice.
 
Ticket Price: £85.50 each from GlasgowLife.

Blurb:
Four of the country’s greatest comedy entertainers will tour the UK in 2025 with their own special take on the Rat Pack – Bradley Walsh (The Chase, Gladiators), Brian Conley (The Brian Conley Show, EastEnders), Shane Richie (EastEnders, I’m a Celebrity…) and Joe Pasquale (I’m a Celebrity…, Dancing On Ice) are ‘THE PRAT PACK’.

Inspired by the performances of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr, Joey Bishop and Peter Lawford, the UK stars are hitting the road (with Pasquale at the wheel of the tour bus). Tickets go on sale at 10am on Friday 29 November.

Packed with laughs and songs, backed by a 15-piece band, the show will let the audience in on the banter between some of television’s best-loved stars – who are also very close friends.

Bradley Walsh says: “People are starved of our type of entertainment – songs, stories, jokes – and banter! It’s an homage to the Rat Pack but brought up to the modern day, and it’s a fantastic night. We are just thrilled. We all share the same dressing room – we’re mates. We’ve known each other for so long now – and the show is about warmth and family – because we are. It’s great, really great.”

Fans can expect an evening packed with jokes that can only come from the chemistry of such seasoned entertainers. Walsh, Conley and Richie were all Pontins Bluecoats earlier in their careers and Pasquale was a Warner’s Greencoat, giving them all a grounding in variety before decades-long careers at the very top of entertainment.

Bradley Walsh says: “The show harks back to the 1950s and ‘60s – the Rat Pack era of Sinatra and the gang. The four of us have been mates for over 40 years now and we have a combined age of around 250 years, so a quarter of a millennium. The only time we were on the same show was in 1993 for the Royal Variety Performance. I’ve been desperate to put something together like this for so long.”

Monday, 21 April 2025

Those Damn Crows "Instore Mega Tour". Assai Records, Glasgow. Monday 21st April 2025


Those Damn Crows achieved their first UK No 1 Album these week, with me contributing three sales to their total: signed, alternate cover CD, KiT album (with download) & Indie Clear Colour Vinyl LP (yeah, I  love this band a lot).

Notice on the door
We arrived about fifteen minutes before the record store doors opened for this sellout, in-store performance. The queue was already the length of the record store along Blytheswood Street. By the time we got in, the area in front of the performance space was packed, and since there was no stage, I gave up on the idea of taking photos or videos.

In case we hadn't read the notice on the door

The band performed four songs, with Shane singing and playing the last one solo. I felt this was a bit stingy compared to the 45 minutes we got from Ricky Warwick. The sound was great, though, and it was nice to hear the acoustic versions of the album's songs. 

With no direct view, this was as good as it got.
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Setlist
Let's go Psycho!
Dreaming
Glass Heart
Still

Then we all got papped outside to queue again for the signing. 

The record store set up a long table, which only had space for four stools, so guitarist Ian had to stand. The signing was well-organised, with staff on hand to help with photo duties. This part was relaxed with everyone getting a chance to talk with the band, shake hands and get a photo if they wanted one. I didn't feel rushed and even asked them a question. Reply: Yes, they'd love to play the Barrowland. 

I wish the performance had been longer, but given the number of fans in attendance, I can understand why the band opted to spend more time signing. There were plenty of happy fans afterwards.  


My goodies:

Photos from the KiT album signed

Vinyl album insert signed


Signed CD

Ticket Price: Indies Clear Colour Vinyl LP + 1 Priority Entry £30 

Thursday, 17 April 2025

Breaking The News BBC Recording, Drygate, Glasgow. Thursday 17th April, 2025


Another visit to Drygate for the recording of Breaking The News, the last in the current series.


We arrived earlier than last time at 11.30 am, way earlier than we needed to, ending up sixth in the queue on a wet and dismal Glasgow morning. At least we were under cover while we waited.  

At noon, the production team let us in, issuing us numbered stickers that dictated the sequence in which the audience was allowed into the recording.  


This time we noticed, thanks to this blackboard, that the coffee wasn't actually free. Whoops! We snagged a cushioned booth and ate our lunch, watching sports on the big screens and reading on our Kindle apps. With no telephone reception and only weak WiFi internet, we had no contact with the outside world for a whole hour, so I couldn't look up who the fourth, unadvertised panellist was going to be. It turned out to be Welshman Robin Morgan.


The show was slicker than last time, with fewer tangents and digressions that were unusable for broadcast. It was still incredibly funny. Raymond and Felicity tussled even though they were on the same team. Des held it all together marvellously, not needing as many pickups this time. Best joke: "Amazon boss, Jeff Bezos, insisted on taking a photograph of the six beautiful ladies on his Blue Origin spaceflight upon their safe return to earth... as proof of delivery." 

Or that's how I remembered it.

The actual joke went: "When the crew landed, Amazon boss Jeff Bezos took a photograph of them partly to commemorate the occasion, but mainly as proof of delivery." 


On the way back to the station, this mural caught my eye. Does anyone else think this mural resembles comedian Bill Maher? I have no idea who it is supposed to be.

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Ticket Price: Free 

Saturday, 12 April 2025

Greg Davies "Full Fat Legend" 2025 Stand-Up Tour, SEC Armadillo, Glasgow. Sat 12th April, 2025


My wife enjoyed him. So did the majority of the three thousand punters who packed the Armadillo tonight. I was very much in the minority.

I didn't warm to the support act, Barry Castagnola. His crowd work was lame, consisting of asking the men their first name to see how dull it was in comparison to his own. It led to a comic dead end. That he had to announce after the fact that spraying himself with beer was his closer says it all. 

So, why didn't I enjoy Greg? 

Was it because I'd been awake at stupid o'clock this morning, seemingly in sympathy with the vinyl junkies queuing for Record Store Day? Probably. I was weary.

Was it because we were at the back of the front circle, far enough away not to be able to see his facial expressions properly? That played a part. Comedy is funnier close up. I couldn't even tell if he had hair on his head.

Was it because Greg telegraphed his punchlines? He's already told us his phone is in his pants. Now, he can hear voices. I wonder where they're coming from, for example.

Was it because he consistently sniggered as if the next thing he was about to say was so hilarious he couldn't help himself? He does it all the time. It's not spontaneous. It's scripted and grates when you recognise what he's doing. 

Was it because he appears to have a photographic memory for every funny line anyone has ever said to him, because 'he'll never forget what they said'? Only partially, because what they said was certainly funny and memorable. e.g. "Not finished." 

Was it because the humour was hack? Yes. Silly voices, foreign accents, drinking his own urine, wanking to the Freemans catalogue, Dick dialling an ex girlfriend. Tick. Tick. Tick. No boom, boom. 

I can forgive the juvenile humour. He's already admitted he's a fifty-six-year-old man who's really twelve inside. His "ten times funnier with this line" was indeed ten times funnier each time he used it. 

I'd say his set justified the title Full Fat, but it was not a thing of Legend.  

Three stars, because I did laugh.      

Ticket Price:
2 Full Price Tickets £45.00 x2 = £90.00
Per Item Fees £6.10 (Service Charge Full Price Ticket) x2 & £1.70 (Facility Charge Full Price Ticket) x2 = £15.60
Order Processing Fees Handling Fee (£2.00) £2.00
Total £107.60 from Ticketmaster





There were only £6 fridge magnets left by the end of the show

Thursday, 10 April 2025

Skunk Anansie , UK Tour 2025, O2 Academy, Glasgow. Thursday 10th April, 2025


When I retired, I didn't expect to feel like a pensioner quite so quickly (especially as my pension is not due for another decade). My knees ache, I pull muscles easily, and I sometimes need a nap. My crankiness mid-afternoon today went off the chart when, on the drive home from Mokka Jaks (who mucked up my order twice), a man in an open-top convertible decided he had right of way on the narrow road, contrary to the street signs, because his car was more expensive than mine. The way I felt after he brushed off my expletive-filled overreaction with an eye roll made me realise today needed to be a nap day.

It's just as well I did go back to bed because I ended up out cold for over an hour and felt a great deal better for it afterwards. I don't think I could have coped with this gig without that sleep.  

Traffic was a bitch on the way there, with both a four-way temporary traffic light system at the junction of Broomlands Street and Maxwellton Street and heavy Rangers traffic on the M8. I managed to arrive before the doors opened and, once inside, found a great spot to watch the gig behind the accessibility seats in the first seated area. I could have gone down the front, as at this point, it was only one person deep at the barrier, but I remembered my achey bones. Let the young uns claim this space.  

The support act So Good was striking. Consisting of three blokes in white boiler suits and pink balaclavas, a lead singer, and two backing singers/dancers, they commanded the stage with their energetic performance. I'd never heard of them before but would search them out again if they were ever to return. 

Setlist
Inheritance
Hate
I Hate It Here
Hot
If I Had A
Industry Plant
1994
I Rewrote The F**king Bible
I Will Love You 





I Rewrote The F**king Bible

As a prelude to the main act, the PA played New Rose by The Damned, signalling the direction Skunk Anansie are moving in nowadays. Touring again as a four-piece, they present their punk rock credentials firmly to the fore. Prepare to mosh.

The stage is decorated with spikes reminiscent of Skin's costume on the previous tour. Tonight, she's dressed in an oversized bomber jacket and cargo pants. The lighting initially is oppressive, keeping the band in shadow with flashing and pulsating lights. It's a rousing start to the proceedings.

This Means War

The fierce mood continues with Charlie Big Potato and Because of You before moving on to a new song, An Artist is An Artist. By the time we reach God Only Knows You, Skin gets a round of applause for an impassioned speech opposing so-called Christians who spread hate for marginalised groups. The fire is still alive in her heart and soul. 

The gig highlight for me was when Skin jumped into the crowd during I Can Dream, making her way to the back of the hall before crowd-surfing her way to the stage again. She's older than me and still behaving like a teenager. What a gal!

They indeed tear the place up with the rest of their set, ending, unusually, with another new number only released two days ago.   

For a band that's been around this long, I expected the audience to be older, but this one was mixed in terms of age, gender, and sexuality. The setlist contained tracks from all eras of their career, heavily expressing their punk rock credentials. I hate to admit it, but I think I preferred their last tour, where there was a backing singer who played a larger role in complementing Skin's vocals (I'm not suggesting that Skin's vocals were anything less than perfect). However, the band has moved on from that era, even if I haven't. I was so glad I didn't go down the front, given how lively it got.

Maybe I'm getting too old for this, or I just need more naps. I did enjoy it, though.

Afterwards, it was nice catching up with some old school friends, Colin and Kirsteen. I hope she doesn't mind that I pinched her photo.

Rare photographic evidence of the Anonymous Punter,
with Colin and Kirsteen.
Ticket Price (From GigsAndTours.com)
1 x Stalls Standing £42.85 Including booking fee
(The booking fee includes a Restoration Levy charged by the venue £5.35 per ticket - £1.60 per ticket)
Transaction Fee £1.50
Total £44.35

Setlist
This Means War
Charlie Big Potato
Because of You
An Artist Is an Artist
I Believed in You
Love Someone Else
God Loves Only You
Secretly
Weak
I Can Dream
Twisted (Everyday Hurts)
My Ugly Boy
Animal
Yes It's Fucking Political
Tear the Place Up
Little Baby Swastikkka

Encore:
Hedonism (Just Because You Feel Good)
Cheers
Whole Lotta Love (Led Zeppelin cover) (Snippet with band introductions and thanks)
The Skank Heads (Get Off Me)
Lost and Found

An Artist Is an Artist
Weak & I Can Dream (with crowd-surfing)
Cheers (Not the sitcom title song)















It's wine o'clock during the encore


Hanging around to 'Wishing I Didn't Miss You' by Angie Stone 
(according to Shazam)