The Windmill in Brixton
is, exterior wise, a really nasty looking venue, a small prefab community centre with a flat roof. Surrounded
as we are in London by misused Victorian architecture it seems weird to pay to
spend time in a building that could be in any housing estate or project in the
western world.
What the Windmill does
have though is great bands. Time Out voted Windmill Brixton last year as one of
the best music venues in the UK
And it has the famous
symbol of the Windmill, Roofdog, who patrols the flat roof above. Inside behind
the battered bar is a selection of t-shirts bearing the slogan “I BELIEVE IN
ROOFDOG”
Roofdog contains
some traces of Rottweiler ancestry but most of his DNA has been recovered from
the prehistoric ancestor of the Rottweiler, Candidae Lycano, an animal that roamed
the later Cretaceous period ripping the testcicles off Tyrannosaurs. Six feet
long and four feet tall at the shoulder I have personally seen airliners flying
over London veer off course when Roofdog barks at them.
Night of Black Moth +
Black Belles I had arrived typically early and in the apparent safety of the
low ceiling-ed venue I saw the Black Belles tune up.
Black Belles were nibbling walkers crisps like spindly crows.
I nervously reassured a
Black Belle menacing the bar that I wouldn't take any pics while they were
tuning up and got a look of pure evil.
"Yeah because WE'RE
TUNING UP"
"You need to be -
in the zone – right?"
"WE'RE TUNING UP"
Then some instinct for
self preservation engaged in my head and
I was able to shut up and back off slowly.
(So this is why I don’t
have any pics)
By the end of the
evening after some drinking I came to feel that that Evil Eye look from Black Belle
may have turned my foot into that of rabbit, (not an actual rabbit but the foot
of a rabbit), but it appeared my foot had just gone to sleep from the way I way
balancing on a chair against the bar.
The Black Belles
Nashville Goths managed
and promoted by Jack White (of White Stripes, Raconteurs and Dead Weather)
First thing that has to
be said about Black Belles is that the promo for. “What
Can I do”- (Directed by JW) is massively influenced by Mario Bava's Black
Sunday, one of great surreal nightmare Italian horror movies, so they can
already do little wrong in my book on principle (Similar status is accorded to
Metric, after the promo for Monster Hospital.)
Despite the witchy hats
and costumes Black Belles (when on stage) are not scary really, more like
Deadite face pulling (Deadites are from Evil Dead). If you want a really scary
look from a rock act get up front when Souxsie Sioux is on stage, that woman
really knows The Evil The Lurks In The Hearts of Men.
Being Nashville Goths
give them a whole heap of kooky charm though, the kind of thing you might get
if you bumped into Dolly Parton at Halloween.
Comparing Black Belles
with other products of Jack Whites stable, the actual music much more White
Stripes primitivism (see BBC’s brilliant doc Motor City Is Burning) than Dead
Weather’s superficially similar bad trip swamp rock, and you might go so far as
to say Black Belles tunes are even more stripped back than early Jack and Meg.
It must be refreshing for JW to come across a band that sounds like White
Stripes but makes their last album sound like Yes. (Apparently the Belles are missing a keyboard player which might explain this and their apparent witchy twitchiness)
One area they did
obviously stand out from early White Stripes is in vocals, I swear I heard lead
Black Belle channel warbles of Pete Murphy Bau Haus amidst the Nashville twang.
There you have it, when
“We have all types of music, Country AND Western”, is starting to assimilate
Bau Haus, when Nashville Grand Ol Opry
is sitting down having a cider and black with classic British Glam Goth Opera,
you know that you are watching something different even if it isn’t
particularly sophisticated at this stage.
Lead Belle gave a nice
Nashville twanged shout out
"great to finally
meet Roofdog” (big cheer) “we've heard so much about him" - you might
think a coven of multi sized witches in heavy black makeup were saying that
about Lucifer or Nyarlothotep but actually it was about the grumpy mutt
prowling about the roof of the venue.
(Jack, if you or your
entourage get to read this send some flowers or something to Lauren Laverne at
6 Music for gods sake - she's still hurting)
Black Moth
Fresh Faced Yorkshire
Supernauts
Totally unreconstructed,
soon to be enormo dome conquering teenagers(?), who could have all fallen out the
back of a Ford Transit anytime between now and 1968 and obviously are not
remotely bothered by it. In direct contrast to the Belles, their total disregard for 'image' was quite refreshing.
High chance the lead
singer Harriet Hyde will be the Suzy Quattro/Joan Jett of the 2030s, though
though her accent and voice seem to go from Karen O at the start to Micheal
Parkinson at the end (great singing voice remained unaffected). Where, in mannerisms, the Black Belles were toned down
Country and Western Alice Cooper menace, Black Moths Harriet really owned the
stage on her own, with an impressive amount of showman ship and presence from
someone so young. Difficult to see others from our vantage but kudos to lead
guitar Jim Swainson, pinning the head of the guitar against the low ceiling of
the Venue and then playing it like a harp.
Though Black Moths
seemed to be technically well ahead of the Belles I suspect the pagan
primitivism of the Belles tunes meant they we playing well within themselves.
If the new songs Tony Iommi
has been crafting for the Sabbs reunion are half as good as Black Moths set it
will make millions of gloomy bastards very happy. The “Mothic” new album,
Killing Jar, will be my next purchase.
We've now had several
generations of bands influenced by Black Sabbath and it's fascinating to compare
them. I only got into Aston’s finest sons via Soundgarden, the 90s grunge,
Seattle take on their sound. Since then I’ve found the desert rock variety in
KYUSS and Queens of the Stone Age, and the golden poppy upbeat variety of Sabbs
riffs in Foo Fighters. You can even see their influence on a band as pop as The
Cardigans, who covered a Sabbath song on every album they released.
Still unconvinced about
the influence of Black Sabbath? Robert Downey Jnr’s Tony Stark spends half his
time saving the world in The Avengers wearing a Never Say Die tour t-shirt.
At the end of the we
stood outside the windmill looking up at Roofdog, who suddenly strained to jump
off the roof and attack a nearby Porsche which had the temerity to just move down
the road slowly past the venue.
Just as quickly though, Roofdog calmed down and
got sleepy, and we realised that when Roofdog goes to sleep, all of Brixton
goes to sleep too.
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The Grand Ol Opry that is Windmill Brixton Friday night (for the Three Johns), that is Roofdog looking sleepy top left. |