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Top picks for Tenement Trail

This Saturday sees the return of Tenement TV’s all day multi venue festival Tenement Trail so we had a wee peek at the line up to give you our picks of the line up:

Sweaty Palms at Broadcast (5.00)

“Refusing to bow down to the crowd-pleasing generics of what it takes to “make it” the four-piece let their music do the speaking merging a loud, dirty reverb drenched garage sound with anxiety-ridden psych goth flourishes, a touch of joviality and Robbie Houston’s snarled, personal lyrics to create an unnervingly powerful experience.”

THE NINTH WAVE at Broadcast (6.00)

“The band’s melodic guitars and synths refreshingly come off a lot more raucous live than they do on record, as clattering, yet groove infected instrumentals are given a pop edge by Hadyn Park’s distinctive pop rock vocals, which give in to some dream pop tinged harmonies courtesy of Elina Lin.”

TeenCanteen at The Art School (6.30)

“Covered in glitter and dressed like they’ve just come from a fairy themed-fancy dress party, It’s hard to watch these girls without a smile on your face; yes, Carla Easton’s distinctive vocals could be considered somewhat of an acquired taste, but accompanied by three part harmonies they’re addictive and powerful”

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Be Charlotte at The Art School (7.30)

Charlotte is an artist it’s difficult not to pay attention to, her performance and set is so engaging and diverse that it’s hard not to be impressed as she switches from gob smacking vocals to cutting edge spoken word to triple percussion assaults that simply silence the crowd and create an awe filled atmosphere.

The Bellybuttons at The Priory (8.15)

“A well-organised, masterful group of musicians delivering poignant lyrics in flawless fashion as they flaunt their raw prowess and leap-board from their own musical influences to create something pretty magical.”

Breakfast Muff at Broadcast (9.00)

“Their one line description on Facebook sums them up brilliantly: “like Hole but funnier” and their set all seems a riotous disarray, but it’s infectious and charming; Breakfast Muff are fun, funny, engaging and effortlessly likeable, go see them.”

Pronto Mama at The Art School (9.30)

“Pronto Mama impressively walk a slippery path with a sound that could so easily fall into the pitfalls of becoming like so many bland Scottish folk acts or go the other way turn into unabashed naff ska, instead they come out with something truly infectious and original”

The Vegan Leather at The Priory (10.15)

“Possessing both the sincerity and conviction necessary to remind any listener than pop can be more than just clean synths and solid marketing. The Vegan Leather are a vibrant and exciting lesson in punchy, hook-laden art pop.”

The Spook School at Broadcast (11.00)

“Covering topics such as sexuality, love, gender issues and standing up for yourself mixed together into a cocktail of indie hits with catchy melodies and lyrics that make you open your mind, The Spook School are the perfect band to channel your kempt up angst and rebellion.”

The Van T’s at Flat 0/1 (12.00)

“The band, we have been championing since very early on, have continuously shown just why they’re getting all the attention, with a full on rock show filled with surfy goodness and the ever impressive harmonies of the Van Thompson twins.”

XpoNorth Showcases, Inverness, 9/6/16

The showcases for day two start once again in the Ironworks and this time the free drinks are coupled with music; firstly The Pictish Trail and as Johnny Lynch enters the stage air boxing you know you’re in for a treat.

This is first time I’ve managed to witness Johnny Lynch playing in a non solo capacity, tonight he’s joined by Tuff Love’s Suse Bear on synth and bass duties and it adds a real lift in Lynch’s musician offerings.

Gone is the 30-second song hilarity, but the same mid song banter keeps things light hearted amidst the uplifting but full on dream-ridden tracks that are delivered.

There’s a new album on the horizon and you get the impression this could be something really special with a full band behind it.

By the time tonight’s special guest, Rachel Sermanni, is introduced the networking event has become just that, and it’s difficult to hear most of Sermanni’s delicate, hypnotic and dreamy laments.

Sermanni nonetheless is an impressive artist, and while this isn’t the perfect setting we know all too well what she’s capable of.

Forever is a band that we thought had gone, well forever, and despite being booked on a few festival lineups I was still unconvinced as their online presence was still nil, but turns out they’re back and with a rather new direction.

The now trio have switched up to an enjoyably glitchy electronic sound, which flows nicely, however one thing is a constant and it’s something I’m still on the fence with and that’s the vocal

Thing is though, it’s one thing that is going to win or lose Forever fans, there’s no doubting the twitchy accented delivery is unique, but as I said of them in their previous incarnation, there’s a real touch of Marmite about it; I can’t decide where I love it or hate it, guess I’m waiting for new recorded material then…

The biggest clash of the showcases comes next and I find myself in a mad dash, attempting to visit three venues in 30 minutes to hopefully catch 15-minute bursts of three artists.

The first of these acts is also my first visit to cocktail bar come temporary acoustic venue Scotch and Rye for beautifully intricacies of Chrissy Barnacle.

Sadly most of Barnacle’s delightfully intricate guitars, Joanna Newsome touching extravagances and generally hilarious mid song banter is lost in the cacophony of the noisy cocktail bar, which seems to have become the go to venue for those not interested in the live music on offer.

Over at the Market Bar is a different matter, as everyone is crammed in to the tiny space solely to hear the music as Mt. Doubt delivers a set that’s warm and captivating, while also managing to grasp the hugeness of The National’s live set and somehow squeeze it in a cosy living room; these guys seem to be doing everything right just now and this set only cements that notion further.

Sadly my mad dash mission fails slightly as when I arrive at Hootenanny’s The Youth and Young have nearly finished.

It’s a slower number that the band haves chosen to close their generally rambunctious set, however this short glimpse they manage to maintain that high octane energy that their set has become renowned for; these guys are one of the best folk rock acts in Scotland right now and their live show is one of the main aspects in that.

Following this I decide to give Scotch and Rye another go, sadly this proves a larger futile trip as Laurence Made Me Cry suffers the same fate Chrissy Barnacle and no doubt everyone else in this venue had before her.

I do manage to squeeze close enough to the front to hear a little bit of her set over the mire and what I get a hint of Jo Whitby’s hypnotising array of soothing electronics and smooth, enchanting vocals, well worth seeing at a venue where you don’t have to make a concerted effort to hear her.

Following this I was initially torn on whether to catch Breakfast Muff or not having seen them a couple of times in the past week, however a combination of the drink taking effect and just the fact that they are bloody brilliant makes up my mind and they don’t let down pulling out what might just be the set of the weekend.

The trio’s instruments swapping high-energy riot pop is a joy to behold, and new track, sporting the repeated line of “you’re not a feminist”, stands out as a future mainstay in a set that’s just bags of punk tinged fun.

Upstairs at Madhatters and Halfrican keep that same high-octane punk touching energy running as their reverby pop ticks all the right, riotous boxes for this time of the evening.

Halfrican is fun, addictive and make you want to fucking move; they’ve been promising bigger things for some time now, hopefully that elusive album will appear soon.

Popping downstairs for The Van T’s and I’m greeted by a mobbed venue, so there’s absolutely no chance of the seeing the four-piece surf rockers, but they are rightfully the reason why this place is so packed as they quash the venue’s questionable sound to irrelevance with their fuzzy guitar sound that oozes as much rock ‘n’ roll attitude as it does pop chops; we can’t recommend these guys highly enough.

Back over at the Ironworks I find myself bewildered that the bar staff have deemed tins not allowed and decant their cans of Red Stripe into a plastic cup. I. Only. Bought. It. So. I. Could. Have. A. Can… Raging.

Still, that coupled with a rather underwhelming set from reformed 90s Glasgow guitar pop act Astrid are soon forgotten amidst a night crammed with some brilliant acts and plenty of great people.

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Words: Iain Dawson

Fuzzkill <3 U – Valentine’s All Dayer featuring Peace and Love Barbershop Muhammad Ali, Breakfast MUFF, Fruit Tones, Halfrican, Sweaty Palms at Sleazy’s, 13/2/16

The first volume of Under The Covers was one of my favourite releases of last year, a trope of bands recorded their takes on, some classic and some relatively unheard, love songs for Fuzzkill Records Valentine’s Day compilation, so it was with great anticipation that I turned up the launch of the second edition of the compilation.

Unfortunately some unforeseen circumstances cause me to miss the first couple of hours, and even though I arrive at 7pm I have already missed three acts from a packed line up, still it’s a relief to see the Sleazy’s basement is healthily full when I arrive.

Label favourites Sweaty Palms are the first act I catch and the four-piece deliver a haunting set that drowns the captivated audience in reverb driven psychedelic vibes.

These guys featured our top 10 EPs of last year, with Hollywood Wax, and it appears from their live set that they’re just getting stronger, closing not on the cover of Bowie’s ‘China Girl’ they recorded for the compilation, but on Tammy Wynette’s ‘Stand By Your Man’, giving their nonchalant gothy pop vibes to the 60s classic.

Halfrican may have changed two thirds of their members in the last year, but the chilling urgency to their live set is still as present as ever as the duo draft in Holy Mountain’s Andy McGlone on bass duties for the evening.

Their intense sleazy pop is a highlight on a strong line up, and even though they fail in attempt to get Fuzzkill’s Ross Keppie on to sing the chorus, they do pull of the track of the night in an absolutely buzzing rendition of Van Halen’s ‘Why Can’t This Be Love’.

The first of two Manchester bands tonight, Fruit Tones capture a real energy, but don’t seem to generate as much buzz as the Glasgow acts before then, understandably so without the home crowd behind them, but it’s all sneery fun surf pop from a band who’s live performance quickly wins over the crowd and more than justifies their place this high up the bill.

Back with the Glasgow acts, and the last one of the night, as Breakfast MUFF pull off another addictive instrument swapping set, further cementing their place as one of the most exhilarating live prospects in the city.

Fast paced, squealing hooky fun that you just can’t walk away from, this is a band well worth seeing.

Tonight’s special guest headliners have just popped along from a support slot with PINS at The Hug and Pint and despite the daunting place of headlining such a strong and hectic bill Manchester’s Peace and Love Barbershop Muhammad Ali more than rise to the occasion.

Their pounding rhythms work with a sneered hooky vocal to give their sound a real dance floor dimension that’s more than addictive enough to have everyone remembering their name.

Another successful night from one of the most productive and consistently exciting labels in the city, and tonight’s release is all for charity too, looks like a pretty healthy donation going the way of Maryhill Foodbank and Refugee Action, buy the tape it’s a wee gem.

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Words: Iain Dawson
Photos: Elina Lin

Breakfast MUFF – Rainbow Yawn [FUZZKILL]

This short seven track offering from Glasgow three-piece Breakfast MUFF is pretty charming, all in all and as far as opening lines go, “I like to tell you I love you every day/I like to tell Satan I love him every day” is pretty good, not to mention the Sonic Youth-aping guitar line.

Scrappily recorded, but brimming with energy, the personality of the band really shines throughout; there’s flashes of early career The Fall, particularly the restrained-then-explosive one-two of ‘Not Down to Fuck’ and ‘Horny People’, while closing tracks ‘Want 2 Want 2’ and ‘Your Guts’ show a softer side, closer to the likes of Honeyblood or more Americana-inflected acts.

In general the band seem to lean as much on British post-punk as they do on the fuzzy 90s influence from the other side of the Atlantic, and they’re all the better for it.

There’s always something a little cleverer than three-chord bluster going on, and more variety than most of their ilk would cover in an entire career.

Clocking in just a smidge over 12-minutes, the record never overstays its welcome, showcasing a bunch of ideas and packing up before you’re bored.

On top of it all, they sound like they’d be loads of fun live.

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Words: David Scott

Diet Cig, Bruising, Breakfast MUFF at Broadcast, 10/1/16

Broadcast hosts a night of femme-fronted indie punk from both sides of the Atlantic.

Breakfast MUFF strike out a set of short scrappy shouty punk songs, about everything from pizza to shit jobs to love.

The Glasgow trio have recorded an impressive amount of music in the past year and all three members switch between instruments and shout into microphones, descending sometimes into screams and sometimes into giggles.

Breakfast MUFF live is a funny and exciting spectacle with an underscore of darkness and angst, like all good punk; new song ‘Stadium Rawk Love Song’ is up on their bandcamp page now.

Bruising from Leeds are an infant band that have just released their first single, ‘Emo Friends/Honey’, but are already being played on 6Music.

Naomi Baguley’s voice is soft but rich in a Waxahatchee-style, it sugarcoats bitter lyrical refrains like “I’m not enough” from anti-love song ‘Honey’.

‘Think About Death’ strikes a similarly affecting balance between self-deprecating thoughts and happy riffs.

At one point they sneak into a verse of Hole into the end of a song, revealing their lo-fi State-side influences.

Diet Cig, from New York, is electric with hyperactive energy; among the wave of guitar-and-drums bands like Honeyblood and Royal Blood, the duo create more noise and atmosphere between them than most five-piece bands dream of.

Alex Luciano skips around the stage looking like a teen skater boy and encourages everyone to join her.

The mood is captured in the song ‘Scene Sick’ with its chorus of “come on take my hand//I just wanna dance”.

They slip a couple of promising new songs into the set, a welcome addition to tracks from last year’s Over Easy EP.

Irresistible breakthrough single ‘Harvard’ finishes the set, with its cathartic yell of “fuck your Ivy League sweater/You know I was better”.

Aptly wearing a Harvard baseball cap, Luciano dances into the Broadcast audience to strike out the last power chords.

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Words: Ellen MacAskill

FUZZKILL presents Breakfast MUFF (EP launch), Secret Motorbikes, BIN MEN at The Old Hairdressers, 19/12/15

The Old Hairdressers is a venue that bags intimacy with ease – It feels like a drunken party in your teenage best pal’s bedroom.

Handmade posters hang above the main stage, some chairs are dotted about at random, someone’s left their drink on a speaker and an extension cable holds a few lamps and one of those nifty disco lights.

It’s an intimacy so intense it’s hard to facilitate, and hard to find bands that thrive in, but for Fuzzkill, it’s sure-fire success.

Tonight is the launch of Rainbow Yawn, a new EP from Glasgow’s three-piece fuzzy pop darlings Breakfast MUFF.

First up are Secret Motorbikes, who describe themselves on bandcamp with one simple question: “what is this crud?”.

‘Is Di$ 4 Real?’ is clean cut – out of place among the distortions of Fuzzkill’s usual affair, but the Motorbikes have a clear identity stamped out and the contrast is more than welcome – and complemented by the breezy stage presence of the band: “Do you want to request a song? No, not one of ours, we’ve had enough of them”.

Their newly released ‘Life on The Edge’ is played live for the first time, and it premieres flawlessly – well, as flawless as fuzzy alternative rock can be – it’s languidly melodic and utterly infectious, a sound seemingly impossible to stop yourself swaying to.

Secret Motorbikes give a killer set, and a shining benchmark to Glasgow’s Mac Demarco vocal wannabes, who don’t quite set themselves apart.

When the quiet, slightly unhinged notes of ‘Wonderful Christmastime’ creep through a venue, you might just make the mistake of believing that the BIN MEN were on the bill as mere hype guys, but they’re nothing less than showstoppers.

The second the first Glasgow twanged word falls out of their mouths, the crowd is hooked into a fit of slightly frightened and confused laughter.

What are these geezers doing? What’s the year of the bucket? It’s a happy confusion.

While the sweet stylings of ‘Money’ and the lyrical wit of ‘Buckets’ are certainly highlights, nothing quite beats the duo shouting “I’LL NEVER PAY MY STUDENT LOAN” in the middle of their set.

A tear sprang to the eyes of each befuddled SAAS recipient in the throng.

The BIN MEN are an experience to behold live – and a brilliant choice to have as a support act.

Nothing gets a crowd more riled up than shouting “You’re a Bitch!” into a microphone.

Breakfast MUFF’s punk vigour is contagious.

Despite the stress of having to shout over the dense crowd of fans who’d formed around them to get their microphones sorted there stage presence is minimal, bar a member of the BIN MEN walking on stage to offer comforting hugs over said broken microphone, but no one was complaining about their return.

Cutting the awkward stage chat to fit in the entirety of their EP was a smart move – each song translates effortlessly into The Old Hairdressers’ intimacy.

They’re a band with a joyous energy – and raw talent.

They swap instruments for the entire set and – exempting some obvious height issues when it comes to differing microphones – fluently.

The menacing, ascending sound of ‘Horny People’ is taunting – there’s always something odd about witnessing strange sound effects like the laughter and clicking captured on this track in person, but it feels natural from a band that has just released an EP which ranges to matters of interest like Satan, hating your guts and some horny people.

‘Not Down to Fuck’ is a particular highlight, its haunting melodies fall apart in shouting fits – a grungy cacophony of teenage angst, and the very essence of Breakfast MUFF’s melodically fuzzy sound.

Breakfast MUFF are pop at its filthiest – once you strip away the unfettered distortion.

They’re absolutely wild fun with an effortless charm – a grimy gem to watch for on the Glasgow music scene.

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Words: Madeline Dunne

Fuzzkill presents Spinning Coin (EP launch), Breakfast MUFF, Psychic Soviets, Long Limbs at The Hug and Pint, 16/10/15

Another day, another review of something Fuzzkill related.

That’s not a complaint; just you may have noticed we’ve reviewed more records released on the lo-fi fuzzy focused label that any other, and that’s compliment to their prolific, yet stellar output.

Tonight is the launch of Glasgow lo-fi pop four-piece Spinning Coin’s EP and it’s a bill full of the talent we’ve come to expect from a Fuzzkill show.

Long Limbs

Up first is high-paced guitar/drums duo Long Limbs, who claim to come from Sheffield via Glasgow, and deliver catchy indie chops with a frantic chanted vocal delivery.

Lost Limbs aren’t a mile off some of the more credible UK indie acts that were verging on the mainstream ten years ago and with their buoyant bombastic energy it’s hard not to like them.

They’ve been noted as having hints of grunge in their sound, but that’s certainly not the defining factor in their sound, which unlike most duos of this ilk doesn’t rely on hard-hitting power, but instead lets the hook laden infectiousness of their sound do the talking; plenty of potential here.

The first time I saw Psychic Soviets, great name by the way, I instantly thought they sound almost exactly like 90s Glasgow favourites The Yummy Fur, and after catching them for a second time I haven’t changed my mind.

This is in no way a bad thing, if you’re going to recycle the sound of a band from Glasgow it may as well be The Yummy Fur; they’re one of the best bands to come out of our musically rich city in the last twenty years.

Psychic Soviets posses a powerful presence live, as their urgent, dystopian, snarling guitars are topped by jaunty bass and that zappy sneer John McKeown had at his best has most the busy basement hooked, the underlying humour of their predecessors may not instantly spill to the surface, but they do create a bold impression and one that I’d be interested to here on record.

Breakfast Muff

Tonight I finally get to see Breakfast MUFF live, I was supposed to be seeing them twice in two nights fairly recently, but illness caused them to pull out of both bills, but the wait is more than worth it as their snotty vocals are delivered with a punk energy that’s infectiously curbed by delightful undercurrents of indie pop.

Their one line description on Facebook sums them up brilliantly: “like Hole but funnier” and their set all seems a riotous disarray, but it’s infectious and charming; Breakfast MUFF are fun, funny, engaging and effortlessly likeable, go see them.

Spinning Coin3

This is also my first time seeing Spinning Coin, however I have seen their members in many other bands, including 20-minutes earlier for Breakfast MUFF, but the band’s these guys have played in is pretty extensive and includes absolute belters like plaaydoh and The Yawns.

The self-titled EP they’re launching tonight is an off kilter effort that ranges from the dreamy to the intense and that’s just what we get from tonight’s performance.

The mainly jumper clad four-piece are a charm, and their set, whether playing sumptuous overdriven slow tracks or more raucous jaunty numbers there’s always an overriding lo-fi fuzzy pop energy that just captivates.

These guys have a real knack for writing songs that put a real spring in your step and the exchanging vocals from Jack Mellin and Sean Armstrong work a treat.

Spinning Coin engulf you in a sound that seems made for any mood; you could swagger along to this at the top of your game, or perk yourself up with this from a downer, or indeed be relaxed in the comfort with this on in the background.

The two girls from Breakfast MUFF join them on stage late on to break that comfort, with a short, sharp punch of joyous energy, before the band close on another fast number that conjures a real urgency and ends the set in a wall of brilliantly snarled noise.

Another great night courtesy of Fuzzkill Records, and it turns out my out of turn SAMAs comments were enjoyed by the man behind the label, Ross Keppie, who quotes one of my tweets in my ear before joking “where’s my award?”, he probably deserves one more than most of the acts up for SAMAs and that’s no disrespect to them.

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Words: Iain Dawson
Photos: Paul Storr

Breakfast MUFF – The Feels [Number4Door]

I initially chose to review this record for two reasons; number one being that the band name is sensational and number two being the fact Chris McCrory from Catholic Action recorded and mixed it with the band in the scale of two days and I love that level of no messing around and just making a great record.

From the get go in this album you feel the organic energy in the songs, it feels like 80’s New York alternative indie punk mixed with sugar sweet Swedish pop.

From the very first song I fell in love with the group’s chanted backing vocals, I’m a sucker for them but in the context of their songs they work great.

At points I find myself wondering “wait is this serious?” and realise it doesn’t need to be, lyrically it feels fresh, honest and thought provoking and more often than not on this you’ll be singing along to the chorus before it the song is over.

The variance on this album is great, it’s cohesive yet explorative in its sounds; looking at tracks like ‘Cock’ or ‘Pizza’ you see the great lo-fi punk feel, but also darker tracks like ‘Drowning’ slot in to the album perfectly.

Is this album good? No it’s outstanding.

I don’t like to praise things a great deal, but the vibe on this album is pretty perfect, I feel it’s a real grower and I’ll end up listening to it a whole bunch.

Words: Wull Swailes