
Expectations were immense for this gig.
It was billed as an acoustic night centred around
Boat to Bolivia, the band's debut LP from 1986 which is one of the few records I would ever describe as a masterpiece. It's an album that I have listened to as much as any other I've ever owned - indeed I wore out my original vinyl copy of it in less than 2 months and another in another 2 years, while it is also among the first half-dozen CDs I ever bought as I moved towards that particular method of owning music.
For those of you unfamiliar with
Martin Stephenson & The Daintees, or indeed the album I'm gushing over, I should explain that they emerged in the early 80s from the north-east of England. They were an act who came to most people's attention via gigging as they were seemingly always on the road, whether headlining their own tours in small venues or as support to various indie-pop chart bands.
They were led by a hugely charismatic and entertaining frontman who had a habit of telling great tales in between songs, in the thickest Geordie accent imaginable, and no two gigs were ever the same. Sadly, the four albums they released between 1986 and 1992 never really caught the imagination of the wider public, and in due course they broke up and Martin undertook a solo career which continues to this day. However, every now and again, the Daintees would get back together for a live show, and a few years ago they even began recording again....
On the night, long-time band members Anthony and Gary Dunn were on bass/backing vocals and lead guitar respectively, while Finn McArdle (last spotted with Martin on a solo gig) had responsibility for percussion. Martin was on acoustic guitar.
Boat To Bolivia is an LP containing some of the most incredibly personal songs ever committed to vinyl with Martin's lyrics taking in his thoughts on the aftermath of his grandmothers' funeral, the end of his sister's lesbian love affair and a history of women in his family suffering miscarriages. Other songs deal with alcoholism and a botched armed robbery....
Now by that description, it sounds the sort of record that is full of doom and gloom that should only be listened to in a sealed room with the blinds closed and with no access to sharp objects or any other materials with with you could do yourself harm. But.....it's a hugely joyous sounding album in many places that takes in pop, blues, country & western, folk, jazz and there's even a hint of calypso to be found on the title track.
The four men on stage more than do justice to the record. Martin from the off is on top-form with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that lit up the venue. Gary's guitar playing is a real joy - his ability to switch styles from song-to-song shows just how underrated a talent he is. Anthony?? Well, let's just say that for more than 20 years, I've been almost as big a fan of Anthony Dunn as I have been Martin Stephenson - he's always been a great bass player and backing vocalist in my book - and I know that without his involvement and influence the Daintees would probably never have got much beyond the first or second LP. Finn was....well, he was Finn the percussionist extraordinaire.
I wasn't sure when I arrived if the night was going to consist of a run-through of the LP in the same track order, so I wasn't entirely prepared for the fact that it began with a rendition of
Crocodile Cryer, the opening track on the LP, and as anyone who recalls my 45s series earlier this year, one of my favourite singles of all time. (
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So....the night began on a real high, and I'm delighted to report stayed at that level throughout.
The show didnt exactly follow the track order, with the faster, rockier tracks being kept back for a sort of encore that got everyone in the crowd hooting and a hollerin.
Maybe it was just me being a sentimental old fool, but I'm prepared to say that this was a good a show as I've ever seen Martin Stephenson play. It was the sort of show that I wish had been recorded for posterity - not just for the songs, but for the humour and wit on show all night long as Martin held various conversations with audience members and, as ever, told tales of life on the road as a musician. Loads of great Scottish singers and bands got name-checked throughout the evening - far too many to list them here - but it again became very clear that this is a singer and band that love performing in Glasgow and elsewhere in Scotland.
I would have been a happy enough bunny if the band had called it a day after completing the 12 songs from Boat To Bolivia, but then the show went into overdrive as they responded to audience requests for Daintees favourites not on the album. So we got obscure b-sides, long-lost singles not on any albums and other stuff that has rarely been aired live. And not a bum note anywhere.
Members of the audience were invited to come on-stage and provide backing vocals, and again this helped make the night all the more special. Just like the last time I had seen Martin at this particular venue, he asked young Sally Hendry- the 11 year old daughter of the gig promoter - to join in on
Wholly Humble Heart - and it was a performance that brought the house to its feet. Sally's a girl with vocal talents and a great taste in music.....
Sadly, the noise curfew at the club, which is located in a hugely desirable residential area of the city, meant the night had to end eventually. Well, when I say that, I mean the music had to stop at 11pm after just over 2 unforgettable hours. Mrs Villain and myself spent about another 45 minutes or so hanging around being groupies, talking at length to the band and getting our photos taken with them. I even got Anthony to have a word on the phone with a mate in London who originally thought I was winding him-up when I said that I had a hero waiting to chat on the other end of the line....
I make no apologies for the length of this particular bit of blogging, and indeed you should count yourselves fortunate that I'm avoiding the temptation to give you a song-by-song review. Just make sure that if and when Martin, either solo or with the band, is in your neighbourhood, you go along and have a night you wont ever forget.
I also want to give a very special thank you to Alan Hendry, the promoter of the Sounds In The Suburbs gigs that have brought so many great acts to the west end of Glasgow over the years. (Alan, if you do read this, please consider yourself officially nominated as one of my Top 20 heroes of 2009, a list that includes a few musicians, various bloggers, one or two sports folk and an American president-in-waiting - and good luck for all you're doing in 2009.)
Magical. Moving. Magnificent. Memorable. Mad. That's the summary of my latest meeting with the man and band whose
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mp3 : Martin Stephenson & The Daintees - Crocodile Cryer (LP version)
mp3 : Martin Stephenson & The Daintees - Running Waters
Both taken from Boat To Bolivia.
Buy it here. And get a bonus best-of thrown in for free.
Happy Listening. Oh and
click here for some live footage at The Video Villain.