Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Trash Cam: Healthy Junkies at the Black Heart, 08/04/14


'That's what I love about the Healthy Junkies, that 'never say die' spirit...'



Phil Honey-Jones: guitar, backing vocals



Nina Courson: lead vocals


Steve Grainger: drums


Dave Renegade: bass













http://www.reverbnation.com/healthyjunkies

https://soundcloud.com/bstvmusic/healthy-junkies-in-interview


Thursday, 3 April 2014

BSTV Weekly Jukebox: 03/04/14

Today marks the beginning of BSTV’s weekly recommended Jukebox, compiled and composed by Trash.




1.    Bubblegum Screw – ‘Play Some Fucking Stooges’

Find it on: Filthy! Rich! Lolitas! 2014: http://bubblegumscrew1.bandcamp.com/
Watch the official music video via: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZSNaNzqDz0
Watch a live version on BSTV:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qm1_r09so4

Electric Owls has worked with Bubblegum Screw on a number of occasions – shooting the band’s music video for ‘I Was A Teenage Fuck Up’ and, more recently, working with them on the pilot episode of TV programme ‘Bandter’ filmed at the Alley Cat on Denmark Street . As part of this latter shoot, the band also took part in a pretty hilarious interview which we hope to be able to upload fully in the coming month.

‘Play Some Fucking Stooges’ is the band’s latest single and a key feature of the Screw’s eagerly awaited second album, Filthy! Rich! Lolitas! which saw them cross over the Channel to record it, having spent a considerable amount of time gigging in France in 2013. The excess of ‘!’ in the title instantly reminded me of The Dictator’s Go Girl Crazy! album title from 1975.  Furthermore, the band clearly draws it influences, at least in part, from the garage and proto punk scenes of which Handsome Dick Manitoba and his crew were a part in New York, as well as the Detroit scene and its practitioners, of which this track plays homage.

Bubblegum Screw has always worn its influences on its sleeve. Having watched them gig for over five years that’s always been clear to me, though I find their punchy, sometimes playful, and other times darker, fusion of glam, garage, punk and rock ‘n’ roll utterly credible. Appraisals on Bubblegum Screw’s material have often commented on its authenticity as an example of garage rock band that sounds like it could well have been kicking around Max’s Kansas City or CBGBs. Furthermore, in spite of changing line ups over the years (and indeed, since the filming of both the linked videos), there is a stick-to-its-guns rock n roll spirit in Bubblegum Screw that is totally unique within the contemporary music scene.

Watch the official music video for a fast-paced and punchy piece of footage filmed by Graham Trott and then veer over to the BSTV video, which was filmed by Electric Owls, for a vintage Top of the Pops circa. 1975 feel (only 100% live) and which sees the tiny stage at the Alley Cat only just big enough to hold them!




2.    Healthy Junkies – ‘Cat Story’
Find it on: The Lost Refuge, 2013, STP Records: http://www.stprecords.co.uk/page4.htm

Although an older example of the Healthy Junkie’s addictive brand of grungey punk rock, Cat Story is probably one of my favourite songs by the London-based quartet. The band was formed shortly after vocalist Nina Courson met guitarist Phil Honey-Jones in Soho, both of whom were in other bands at the time. Having tried to play their existing material from these bands together, the pair soon decided that they were keen to write brand new songs together, and so it was, with the drafting in of TJay Tarantino on bass and Steve Nightmare on drums, that the Healthy Junkies was formed four years ago. 

The line-up has changed a little since then – and it’s actually Adam Lewis on the sticks in Cat Story. The Healthy Junkies have gone onto produce two singles and two albums, and The Lost Refuge is their latest effort and an excellent contribution to the roster of artists on Manchester-based STP Records.

The Healthy Junkies’ angsty rock songs, executed with great passion and conviction through their relentless gig and tour schedule, have earned them a bevy of bans, many of them dawning on the band’s home turf at its ‘Punk N Roll Rendez-Vous’ at The Unicorn in Camden, arguably one of the few unpretentious boozers left in the area. Although a sort of ‘punk community’ has ‘adopted’ the band in the words of Courson, its members are keen not to be pigeon-holed into being labelled simply ‘punk’ and have similarly challenged lazy comparisons to the Sex Pistols and Blondie. Neither of these are accurate in the slightest.

Although the band often employ full-throttle guitar riffs on faster, ‘punkier’ tracks like ‘Resistance’ (The Lost Refuge), ‘Trash My Love’ and ‘Manifesto’ (Sick Note), Honey-Jones’ background in Industrial psychedelia in the form of previous band HiroshAmour (also worth a listen), means that the soaring guitar passages are often prone to wonderful, deconstructive freak-outs. The effect isn’t unlike Killing Joke, musically speaking, although a little more complex in their arrangement, and ultimately, more comparable to the grunge bands like Hole and Nirvana that inform their music in a very central way. 

Furthermore, Courson’s vocals are unique and versatile: spitting and angry one minute (‘Play Me’), softer and dreamy the next, as demonstrated by a gutsy cover in the form of ‘La Vie En Rose’, also on The Lost Refuge, as well through the narrative that unravels in Cat Story.



3.    STASH – ‘Time Will Tell’

STASH’s headlining slot at the ‘Stranger than Paradise’ live music night at Brixton’s Hootananny opened with this killer track from the band’s eagerly-awaited album, Resistor, which is currently in the recording stages. The under-stated musical introduction comes courtesy of Nick Stash’s bluesy guitar; a sparse chord sequence that echoes some of the more improv-orientated Stooges recordings like ‘I’m Sick Of You’ or ‘Delta Blues Shuffle’ made in c. 1974 just after Raw Power (see The Stooges, ‘Original Punks’ LP).

Top-hatted glamazon Becky Stash brings not only unprecedented style but incredible rang and power in her vocals, which add richness to the song before picking up pace as the song gathers momentum and Cristian Stash’s drums feel the full force of his powerhouse tempos. The drumming is the absolute backbone to this and other songs in the STASH set, and completely critical to the way the band is able to quickly speed up and then deftly deconstruct to slide into blues shuffle territory.

Although fundamentally channelling garage rock elements, the psychedelic focus within STASH is profound, which serves as a perfect counterpart to the trio’s mixture of more playful and hard-edged material. Time Will Tell ultimately feels like a strong sentiment or proverb in manner of ‘ce sera sera’, but then STASH quickly raises the volume and quickens the pace, rendering it instead a mighty, impatient call to arms and an admirable nod to the band’s varied set of influences.


Saturday, 29 March 2014

REVIEW: Montague Black at Power Lunches, Dalston 22/03/14


Set List:
    1. Meat on the Bone
     2. Country Girl
      3. Wall [working title]
     4. Bold as a King
      5. Lancelot

Tonight the irresistible draw of a great gig has brought us to the hipster stronghold of London, a place where small music venues litter the main drag from the Junction upwards past the Rio Cinema and into the far reaches of the North like polystyrene boxes with last night’s Lahmacun. ‘This place is fucking miniscule, darling’, comments my companion. ‘It feels like I’m having a Gin and Tonic at my barber shop.’

This isn’t a wildly inaccurate assessment, although saying that, I really like the atmosphere and the generous measures in the discount White Russians served up by staff at the pint-sized Power Lunches on Kingsland Road. Downstairs in the basement bar, everyone is tightly packed in and awaiting the first band onstage at this, the second instalment of the Rebellious Jukebox live music night.

Montague Black is the first band on this evening and, for a support act, they’ve effectively managed to fill the entire space, which is an encouraging start. I’ve seen references to James Chance and ‘skronkish funk’ used in descriptions of Montague Black on the promo posters for tonight, all of which come from the event’s promoters themselves. Both instantly suggest some kind of No Wave sensibility, and/or a penchant for non-musical art-rock dissonance à la Lester Bangs’ 'A Reasonable Guide to Horrible Noise’, circa 1981.

Indeed, given the pedigree of song-writing in the band – which includes numerous singer/songwriters and musicians of skilled and varied music backgrounds from bands like Hollow and The Palace of Justice – it seems unlikely I’ll be needing those 20p ear plugs being advertised for sale behind the bar.

Soon enough, Montague Black lays into its first song, ‘Meat on the Bone’, something of a mantra for the band and its self-description, and it really does pack a hell of a punch. The seven-piece band dominate the stage both physically and sonically and are clearly well-rehearsed and intuitive with one another. Guitars flank the front of the stage in the form of Nick Fleming (also on lead vocals), Paddy Griffith, James ‘Fullock’ Bullock on bass guitar, and the line-up is completed by Ed Sibley on keys, Alex Philpot on drums and Sam Ebrahim and Ade Akande both on saxophone.  

Indeed, it would be so easy for such an arrangement to feel too complicated and a little unnecessary. However, although the saxophones occasionally aren’t as audible as they could be, wholly owing to the confines of the sound engineering at Power Lunches, all the elements manage to completely hold their own. This is particularly true for ‘Country Girl’, which is the stand-out track for me and which provides the perfect balance of joyous jazz-funk keys and bass-lines, wailing guitar and crescendoing saxophone overtures. There is a smidgeon of dissonance but it’s more of a fleeting tonal quality or a suggestion rather than an abstract or abrasive non-sound.

Saying that, I can confidently state that the James Chance/James White references haven’t been made without good reason. Lead vocalist Nick Fleming is quite the accomplished crooner, though thankfully refrains from hitting people in the audience who aren’t dancing the way that the Contortions’ front man used to.

What Montague Black have achieved is an ability is neatly channel No Wave elements within what is a skilled and highly accomplished song-writing style, carried out with charisma and conviction. This is no mean feat given the danger this might pose of diluting any reference to No Wave into something less authentic, and, I dare say, turning it into ‘New Wave’. However, Montague Black side-step that little pitfall with relative ease and deliver a No Wave inspired sound that nonetheless retains the strong melodic sensibilities of the song-writers in the band, all of whom clearly bring different musical tastes and backgrounds to the table. What’s more, when the saxophones kick in and they marry with the nimble jazz bass-lines and the dance of the electric keyboard, it is hugely satisfying to be able to identify all the instruments in the knowledge that each is being played well and in harmony with all the others.

Overall, it is a compelling and memorable performance from this North London septet and its five-song set ends all too quickly for me and everyone else.




I caught up with the band a few days after their gig at their rehearsal space in North London to find out more. Despite managing to inadvertently speak ill of both the birthplace and current place of residence of one of the saxophone players within the space of about two minutes, it all went rather well.

It soon transpires that every musician in the band plays several instruments at an accomplished level and Nick Fleming admits to populating the band, predominantly whilst inebriated at parties, as an ‘insurance policy’ to avoid being caught out. We discuss the current musical tastes of each member – which lands me a spot of hot water for asking such an annoying question – and Alex Philpot admits to being ‘a slut for music’.

What’s exciting is the band’s grand plans for EPs, music videos and European tours, as well as their loyalty to London, playing live and having fun. 

The bottom line? This is a band that needs keeping an eye on.  I recommend to do just that by following the links below to the band’s Facebook and Soundcloud:



A full version of the interview will be uploaded via BSTV in the next few days!

Sunday, 3 March 2013

I hacked the sleeves off


It had to happen. The jacket was looking a little too smug for my liking, but now it has nowhere to hide its trickery (if it has any, that is). The result is as yet inconclusive. When worn it feels a bit as though a fledgling Skinpunk has tried to turn his old man’s suede jacket into a rebellious garment worthy of the gang he wants to join, only to fail on a number of levels. I’m thinking of using the sleeves to turn it into a quasi-Withnail & I tailcoat.

 On a slightly related note, full marks go to the Grade A dickhead who just managed to speed through the one giant water-filled pothole on Archway Road, thoroughly soaking me and the jacket in the process. Next time I see you and your jumped-up silver Ford Fiesta festooned with spoiler, misogynist bumper stickers and fluffy seat covers, your nuts are mine. 


Thursday, 24 January 2013

Days 7, 8 & 9

On Monday, I attached a badge made out of a fortune cookie wrapper and a heinous green flower brooch I found under my bed.


On Tuesday, I woke up in a state of anxiety about said badge, so thought better of it and re-evaluated it, sewing an old ear-ring and the back of a pin on instead. Plus adding a Clash badge to the upper lapel. The worries were allayed and the week could continue.




Wednesday culminated in the attaching of a section of old fishnet tights to the right shoulder. This came from a pair that, even by my 'standards', had become unwearable.




Sunday, 20 January 2013

Day 6: Gold paint on silk patch









Day 5: Skittles wrapper lapel

In honour of the Skittles challenge gamely undertaken by Joseph Shrubb during which he attempted to devour 30 bags of Skittles in an hour, I have sewn one of the discarded wrappers to the lapel of the jacket. Whether he succeeded or not isn’t important (he didn’t). What is important is that we all enjoyed watch him try. And fail.