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Saturday, 6 September 2014

This is the original draft of the review intended to be written for my blog before some edits for the paper. I removed 'fucked with a wire brush' and replaced it with 'taken out and put in the stocks'. Other than that, these are the words I submitted for the newspaper's website along with a heavily edited 300 word version for the print edition.

The Nottingham Rocks concert is in its third year already and has established itself as a part of the music calendar for the city, offering a small handful of acts the opportunity to appear in the sumptuous surroundings of the Theatre Royal backed by a fourteen piece orchestra. As a musical showcase this can be a perilous affair; some acts have continued to climb the ladder while others were not so lucky and disappeared into the rhythmic wilderness. Even riskier was the fact that last year’s show featured Georgie Rose, Harleighblu, and St Raymond, none of them to be seen on a ‘where are they now’ list anytime soon, so this year’s weaker by comparison (with the exception of The Afterdark Movement) lineup had an almighty task ahead of them to reach that raised bar.

The aforementioned Afterdark Movement was on first, a surprising move considering they were the biggest name on the bill. Opening with ‘She Said’ to an enthusiastic welcome from the audience, they demonstrated with style why they won the 2013 Future Sound of Nottingham showcase. The orchestra complimented them extremely well and as such I’d personally like to see them pursue this avenue more in the future. If there were any nerves about performing – to use a dreadful expression – outside of their comfort zone then there was no sign of it on the stage. Taking their bow as if it was an average day at the office, you could tell that it won’t be too long before this is considered a small gig at Afterdark Movement headquarters.

For a presumably well rehearsed show, there seemed to be a lot of fiddling about on stage in between sets. This caused a fair amount of restlessness from the audience in need of drinks, toilet visits, and cigarette breaks. On the other hand, the pause in the proceedings could have been caused by the stage manager trying to persuade the next performer that of course they could follow such a powerful opener.

Next on the bill to an equally warm welcome was Noah. A bit bland by comparison to the opening act, and drowning out the orchestra somewhat, they soon warmed up enough to look as though they were enjoying themselves, and they were very popular with the audience so I can’t imagine they’ll lose much sleep over my opinion. They are talented but only as talented as a million other similar acts on the local circuit.

I noticed that Notts TV were filming, so three people will get the chance to see clips of the show on a loop for the next ten years in between the documentary about the Bolero. That’s obviously a joke; Notts TV won’t last ten years.

After the interval it was the turn of Shelter Point. Of all the acts that should not have worked at a show like this, they actually did a brilliant job. As an electronic act it was nice to see a real orchestra adding something to their sound when they could just as easily done the same thing at home on a laptop. Although quite understated in terms of stage presence, (after all it was just two men standing behind keyboards and other noise makers) they made up for it in terms of substance over style, producing some hauntingly beautiful ditties with their toys, voices, an occasional guitar and piano, and for one night only of course, the orchestra.

Nottingham should really have invested in a decent Bugg repellant (see what I’ve done there?) to prevent the onslaught of singer/guitarists when it had the chance. There are a lot of talented musicians in this fine city but you could throw a stone and hit a solo performer who sounds just like everyone else. Whoever decided on the running order should, to use one of my dad’s sayings, be fucked with a wire brush for putting Joel Baker on as headliner. Having said that, the whole show’s lineup was a bit arse about face to be fair.

Joel Baker casually walked onto the stage declaring that it was a ‘bit fancy’ before getting down to business. Not that he isn’t good at what he does, but the orchestral arrangements saved him from sounding like any other of his ilk that can be found at one of Nottingham’s many open mic nights.

With that, the show was over for another year. It’ll be interesting to see whom this year’s success stories turn out to be.

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