Reviews: The Mission at Tavastia, Helsinki and The Offspring at Stadionfest, Seinäjoki

(Originally published on 1st July, 2023)

To Tavastia, Finland’s most venerable, and these days like 99% of centres of conformity, virtue-signalling, rock venue to see The Mission, featuring ex-Sisters of Mercy men Wayne Hussey and Craig Adams, alongside original Pulp member Simon Hinkler. Their first show in Finland in over three decades, Wayne comes across as a likeable fellow, amiably chatting between songs, but such jollity seems at odds with powerfully dark classics like ‘Deliverance’. One can’t help but side with his former bandmate Andrew Eldritch if one has to pick a team in this feud; the latter’s irascible elitism is so much more Goth.

Somehow the epic majesty of that particular song – by far The Mission’s best – failed to be conveyed in its entirety in this setting, but nevertheless sounded probably 10 billion times better than anything heard on this stage any other night these days. ‘Butterfly On A Wheel’ – the band’s second-greatest achievement – fared much better, most likely because it relies heavily in a live setting on a backing track which let its beautiful melody soar despite the tinny sound overall at this show.

This was pretty much a greatest hits set, which in The Mission’s case means we heard also ‘Tower Of Strength’, ‘Wasteland’, ‘Angel Child’ and ‘Severina’ but their main problem has always been that.. that’s it. That is the full complement of good Mission songs. They played ‘Stay With Me’ too of course, but as I said we are talking about good songs here. As mentioned above however, that still makes them better than 99% of others and they have certainly stayed the course through all the vicissitudes of the past 40 years and more… full marks especially for maintaining the image, unlike mentor Eldritch – while he appears happy to perform in a tracksuit now, Hussey and the others looked like it was still 1985, as all bands should, flowing sleeves, sunglasses indoors, cowboy hats and boots. Respect!

A few hundred kilometres north-west to Seinäjoki, a place about which The Offspring might well have written their jaunty 2008 track ‘Nothingtown’. I have seen them play at this curious location before (scroll down to 2018 for more). While a large part of that article was concerned with frontman Dexter Holland’s ballooning to twice his 1990s size, the intervening half-decade appears to have been kind to him. Seemingly having got his Elvis period out of his system, in June 2023 he appears positively svelte, as completely slimmed-down as it’s possible for a once-porcine multi-millionaire rock star to get, sporting wrap-around shades and full of the energy a set full of 30-year-old pop-punk classics demands.

He also proves a surprisingly wry and droll foil to guitarist Noodles’ hyperactive child-like buffoonery; when the latter insisted that concert crowds demonstrate their intelligence by repeating profanities at the behest of those on stage, and then encouraging the drunken hordes hanging on his every word to do just that, Dexter observed “Yep… real intelligent.” Quite…

Ultimately though it’s the excellence of The Offspring’s music that has set them apart for all this time, and they are a damn fine rock band behind some of the ill-advised ‘comedic’ numbers. It was all here, from the opening twin-assault of ‘Come Out And Play’ and ‘All I Want’ (two of the best songs from undoubtedly their two best albums, ‘Smash’ and ‘Ixnay On The Hombre’ – the latter an example of that rare breed, a follow-up to a breakthrough album which not only matches its predecessor’s brilliance but in fact exceeds it) to ‘Bad Habit’, ‘Pretty Fly’ and of course ‘Self Esteem’.

Just one of those groups you will simply never tire of seeing – and what better legacy could a band ask for than that?

“You Don’t Have To Put On The Red Light… ”

(Originally published on 1st June, 2023)

… if anyone doesn’t have to prostitute himself, it’s Gordon Sumner. One of the wealthiest men in rock music history was recently interviewed by the British Brainwashing Corporation to mark his induction into the hallowed ranks of Ivor Novello songwriting award winners, and took the opportunity to outline the ways in which he justifies to himself his decision to sell the rights to all of his music to an ‘investment trust.’ Now, if one feels as though one has to justify a decision to anyone – especially to oneself – then it is highly likely that that decision was a bad one. If one does something which instils one with a feeling of pride, or happiness, one does not walk around repeating a learned-by-heart excuse for it. One simply does it, and it weighs no more on one’s mind. But he actually uses the word “justify” in the interview, as in “that’s how I justify it to myself.” If it wasn’t bad, Sting, you wouldn’t need to.

And how does he do so? By claiming that a musician selling the rights to his music is no different from an artist selling his paintings to a gallery owner. Unsurprisingly, this claim collapses under even the most cursory scrutiny: a painter can only sell his artwork once. Sting has already made hundreds of millions of pounds from his songs; and now is selling copies of the ‘painting’ again, for a reputed nine-figure sum. A man who currently has over £100m in the bank now sells the rights to his art for another £100m+; and that art can now be used in any way the new ‘owner’ wishes, including tawdry advertising deals.

What he ought to have said, if he insists on using this misleading analogy, is that his commercialism is like a painter selling the rights to have a painting copied, rather than to a gallery, since that is what will happen – expect to hear ‘Every Breath You Take’ on a Listerine advert as soon as the bankers in charge of his music can arrange the deal.

Jim Morrison never lived long enough to amass the kind of unfathomable wealth we are talking about with the improbably high-voiced subject of this article – yet he and his estate have prevented The Doors’ music from ever being used to sell products, so vociferous was he in life against such selling out. Compare that with the unabashed, naked greed exhibited by the former Police frontman. That band-name now begins to make sense; it was always jarring and irritating, but now that Sumner has dropped all pretence of standing outside the establishment, it is so fitting that his earlier group should be named after those hired enforcers of the status quo.

It is a depressing spectacle, all the rock heroes of yesteryear lining up to have a barcode stamped on their legacies in return for yet more millions they don’t even have years left to spend. Naturally, the creators of an artwork are entitled to do with it as they wish – but those who take the obvious choice can never regain the respect they lose in doing so, particularly when there are people like Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty out there who actually burned a million pounds instead of begging for another.

Not that any better was expected of Sumner – still, hearing that yet another musical genius has sold his soul never loses its Sting.

Shoplifters Of The World Unite And Take Over

(Originally published on 1st May, 2023)

Mayday! May Day is upon us, which can mean but one thing – episode 10 of ‘20th Century Rocks’, a celebration of the dignity of labour and the shirking – sorry, working – man. In the absence of an actual article to begin the month, listen instead to such otherwise-completely-forgotten-about classic bands as 1990s ‘indie’ heroes Gene and Suede, among many other artists and genres – that is one of the manifold strengths of the show, for where else in the year 2023 would these unfairly discarded musical poets be played?

“Step Out Of Your Cage/And Onto The Stage” (But Not If You’ve Released An Album In The Last 20 Years)

(Originally published on 1st April, 2023)

Here we have essentially a continuation of this earlier article, and as such I will perhaps refrain from driving home the point with the usual lengthy enthusiasm. The angle this time around however focuses on how live concerts by the most venerable musicians have become, in the majority of cases, interminably dull in exact proportion to the absolute urgency with which we all must rush out and get tickets to see them as soon as possible.

It is a phenomenon which has become all the more pressing in recent decades and years; while it has always been the case that seeing an esteemed artist play a concert has involved a certain amount of tolerating-their-new-material-while-desperately-counting-the-minutes-to-the-final-half-hour-to-hear-the-songs-we-all-came-for, with the remaining geniuses from the era of actual music not getting any younger – and it looking increasingly unlikely, thanks to the stultifying and brain-mangling effects of so-called ‘social media’, ‘celebrity’ worship and technology addiction, that replacement ones will ever again appear – there will come a time when there simply are no more genuine rock musicians left alive to see. So, the need to make the most of them while we still have them is alarmingly real.

The problem is, as described ad nauseam in that afore-mentioned piece, that the vast majority of them (the sole exception being Andrew Eldritch of Sisters of Mercy) won’t get it through their thick adulation-befuddled skulls that they don’t need to keep proving themselves. They have already done that, many times over, and are fully deserving of the hero-worship many of them bask in. So why not return the favour to the fans, and just play the hits (I’m looking at you, Depeche Mode and, especially, Morrissey)???

They live charmed lives, of their own making in most cases and are much to be admired for building that success for themselves. But if we are being honest, at best people suffer through the rambling dross that constitutes most artists’ later-career work, and when said artists insist on preceding the classics with 90 minutes or more of tortuous ‘re-invention’ – with the occasional glimpse of the glories of their former fire – it is almost too much con for the pro.

Maybe the solution is to simply arrive late. I will perhaps test this strategy with The Mission, The Offspring and Generation Sex (Billy Idol and the Sex Pistols without John Lydon – bonus!!!) this summer and report back on its effectiveness.

The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils

(Originally published on 1st March, 2023)

It is a curious phenomenon, that a lie repeated often enough becomes truth – and ironically that maxim is no lie, yet is very true. Now Morrissey is infinitely more articulate and literate than 99.9% of other rock musicians; but how stupid are human beings, to revere a lyricist simply because he can string a sentence together, rather than admit that he is in fact not infallible? The lie is that he is the perfect lyricist. He may be close, but it has always made me wince when I listen to the otherwise glorious ‘This Charming Man’: “Why pamper life’s complexities/When the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?”“Pamper”??? This makes zero sense in this context. What Moz surely meant to write, and sing, was “Why ponder life’s complexities..?”, which would have been a fantastically poetic line for a pop song, up there with his most memorable. He was very young at the time of composition, it is true, but regardless of excuse the unfortunate result was that the line is remembered for the wrong reasons (at least by those of us who can speak English correctly).

Another 1980s smart aleck with whom the erstwhile Smiths vocalist had quite a lot in common is the Pet Shop Boys’ Neil Tennant. He it was who penned the lines “At school they taught me how to be/So pure in word, and thought, and deed/They didn’t quite succeed,” in 1987’s ‘It’s A Sin’. Very witty, I’ll grant him. But… if they had taught him those things, then they would have succeeded. If he is boasting of his own recalcitrance, which presumably is the point of the lyric, then what he means to say is that “At school they tried to teach me how to be… “. But failed.

Of course it is to be borne in mind that I am referring herein only to songs by actual artists, not by mere pop singers – if we were to take the latter into account then we would be here all century. Some may understandably argue the point, but there was a time when Bon Jovi were also artists; admittedly not even on the same plane as, never mind in the same league as, Morrissey or even Neil Tennant. But they were once upon a time a credible rock band. And during that time, Jon Bon Jovi wrote the impressive ballad ‘I’ll Be There For You’. Nothing wrong with that title, you might think. And you’d be right… if he didn’t then follow the title with the line “These five words I swear to you” in the chorus. Five..??? “I’ll” is two words. “I will”. At a push, it is one and a half. It is certainly not one. I know, I know, “These five-and-a-half words I swear to you” doesn’t scan quite as well as the recorded version. But it would be correct.

Well, he is American so that’s his excuse… the others have none.

A Shower of … Loves

(Originally published on 1st February, 2023)

Frankie Goes To Hollywood was responsible for unleashing many things on an unsuspecting public; those irritating but undeniably addictive ‘ear-worms’ ‘Two Tribes’ and ‘Relax’; the name ‘Holly’ used to refer to a man; said Holly’s giving-it-his-all, almost bestial, and often pretty cool-sounding vocals; and a fame out of all proportion to the three hits they would ultimately have.

As well as all of these, there was 1984’s ‘The Power Of Love’ – a single which revealed hitherto-unimaginable depths to this showiest of groups, and held so much promise in terms of what they might have become. In the end of course they had no more in them (though Holly Johnson’s later ‘Love Train’ was a surprisingly infectious Erasure-like gem), but ‘The Power Of Love’ is up there with the classics.

The most interesting result however of F.G.T.H.’s brief tenure was that that single inspired not one but two huge smashes with exactly the same title, following in less than a year after its release, leading to the highly unusual, not to say unique, phenomenon of having three era-defining legendary pop moments all within the space of 12 months, called the same thing.

Has this ever happened, before or since? And why don’t more people talk about it? 1985 was a hell of a year, as was any time in the decades before the millennium; too many incredible, iconic songs and styles to count. But what made it particularly special was this triumvirate of baroque power balladry and the clean, slick hook-filled sound of the age which allowed every listener to feel like he or she was the star of his or her own personal ‘Miami Vice’ or other exemplar of shades-and-muscle-cars imagery.

Huey Lewis’ ‘The Power Of Love’ is probably the weakest of the three, considered from an ultimate-best-songs-of-all-time perspective, but that still leaves it as infinitely superior to a huge percentage of all the music released since. Certainly it is rather Phil Collins-like, but increasingly, what’s wrong with that?

And then there was Jennifer Rush‘s. The original version of this epic reached number one on the British Singles Chart in October 1985 and subsequently became the biggest-selling single of the year in that country, as Rush became the first female artist ever to have a million-selling single there – it also became the ninth best-selling single of the decade and topped the charts in several other European countries, as well as in Canada, Australia, New Zealand and South Africa.

It’s the kind of song that it seems impossible to believe has not always existed – such is its graceful… well yes, power, that it feels as familiar as the sound of birds chattering in the trees or wind whistling through the skyscrapers, while simultaneously retaining the ability to stop you in your tracks with the simple drama of its verse and the heart-stopping crescendo of its chorus.

So would these latter two have titled those songs as they did without Frankie setting the example? And would they have enjoyed the success they did, without the recent familiarity of that name? And… was it all a coincidence, or a deliberate cashing-in?

We might never know the answers to those questions, but what we do know is that these three vastly different masterpieces are each, in their own unique ways, shining examples of the incredible songwriting and ineffable coolness of that decade, much maligned by the middle-of-the-road masses because they know they could never dream of being so smart nor so talented.

‘The Power Of Love’ and its triple incarnation remains a mystery, but that is just one more reason to be thankful that it/they exist.

Merry List-mas

(Originally published on 24th December, 2022/1st January, 2023)

Maximum respect to those artists not bound by other people’s conceptions of what constitutes ‘cool’ or otherwise; the glory days of the Christmas rock song may be nearly 50 years behind us at this point, but there have been a number of maverick musicians who have dared to add to this unfairly-maligned festive catalogue in more recent times.

Among these, unsurprisingly, is the one and only Billy Corgan; but let us not overlook London After Midnight, The 69 Eyes, The Darkness and even hipster fakers Hurts, whose contribution (see following list) may have most likely been written by others, as with all of their material, but is nevertheless a damn good song. And this is not even to mention classics from titans such as AC/DC, Ramones and… Shakin’ Stevens, among others.

So this year, if you must listen to Christmas carols then make sure they are the versions compiled here. Also remember to tune in to the festive edition of 20th Century Rocks at Anti-Club T.V., which is likely to play many of the tracks featured below…

Yuletide greetings to all real music lovers!

‘Last Christmas’  by Wham!
‘God Rest You Merry Gentlemen’ 
by Dio
‘Another Rock’n’Roll Christmas’ 
by Gary Glitter
‘All I Want for Christmas Is New Year’s Day’ 
by Hurts
‘The Christmas Song’ 
by London After Midnight
‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ 
by Band Aid
‘I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day’ 
by Wizzard
‘Lonely This Christmas’ 
by Mud
‘Drivin’ Home For Christmas’ 
by Chris Rea
‘Christmas Time (Don’t Let The Bells End)’ 
by The Darkness
‘Christmas in New York City’ 
by The 69 Eyes
‘Christmastime’ 
by Smashing Pumpkins
‘Merry Xmas Everybody’ 
by Slade
‘Merry Christmas Everyone’ 
by Shakin’ Stevens
‘Pretty Paper’ 
by Roy Orbison
‘Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight)’ 
by Ramones
‘No Presents For Christmas’ 
by King Diamond
‘New Year’s Day’ 
by U2
‘Christmas Time Again’ 
by Extreme
‘Gaudete’ 
by Erasure
‘A Spaceman Came Travelling’ 
by Chris de Burgh (for oddity value alone)
‘Peace on Earth’ 
by Bing Crosby and David Bowie
‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ 
by Alice Cooper (utterly awful, but it is Alice, so… )
‘On Christmas Day’ 
by Magnum
‘Mistress For Christmas’ 
by AC/DC
‘Almost Christmas’ 
by Chris Isaak

Return Of The Rock!

(Originally published on 1st December, 2022)

It is a sad reality we will have to come to terms with, sooner rather than later – there will dawn a time, and that time is nigh, when the last living links with the age of rock’n’roll, 1950 – 2000, will have been extinguished. Bowie and Lemmy were the most obvious ‘recent’ examples of this uncomfortable fact. Now Klaus Flaming, the venerable security guard-turned Finnish radio D.J., has announced that he is retiring after many decades of playing only real music interspersed with his erudite musings and encyclopædic knowledge.

It is true that he is ‘only’ a D.J. – but one who understands the difference between art and avarice, between creativity and commercialism. For anyone unfamiliar with his Sunday afternoon show – which one does not have to speak Finnish to appreciate – it is (soon to be ‘was’) four hours of classic rock, grunge, punk, metal, glam, goth and even indie, carrying on the tradition set by 1980s Finnish T.V. show ‘Rock Stop’, which covered only genuine music, before the country pivoted to focus exclusively on designer-clad, auto-tuned, identi-kit bearded pop singers who think an indeciperable logo and a photo taken in a forest counts as ‘metal’.

So now that the gloomy scene has been set, it is time for me to unveil our saviour, a new ‘podcast’ which arrives with the noble aim of taking up the banner of ‘Rock Stop’ presenter Heli and of Klaus and ensuring that 20th-century rock lives on. Not four hours long, but comprising approximately 60-minute episodes, these will be archived at Anti-Club T.V. here and will be broadcast elsewhere in time.

Further updates coming soon. Turn on, tune in, drop out!

Avon-MORE, Please

(Originally published on 10th November, 2022)

Further to the previous article… this really is becoming the rule rather than the exception, but rest assured, future installments will not consist solely of addenda to earlier writings. That does not apply, however, to this one… which is an afterthought connected to this plea for musical heroes to know when to quit.

Bryan Ferry. I could leave it at that and the point would be made, but to elaborate a little – he is actually the exception that proves the rule. Now there is an artist who definitely should not have ever stopped producing new work… everything he touches turns to gold – apart from 2007’s ‘Dylanesque’ for obvious reasons – be it yet another covers album or his still incredible original material such as 2010’s ‘Olympia’ or 2014’s ‘Avonmore’.

His voice may have contracted by now to an almost monotone whisper, but then he is just a few years from 80 and has been using it for decades so it is only to be expected… and in fact it completely suits the kind of stylish, laid-back, detached image he is the master of.

So he is one of the rare few with a free pass to do as he pleases. Incidentally, the man who once described Ferry as his only rival, David Bowie, really lost his way for a number of years – but his final release, the striking and haunting ‘Blackstar’, was further proof of how there are some godlike geniuses to whom my ‘just-keep-playing-the-hits’ policy simply does not apply.

“When I Rush… I Rush To You”

(Originally published on 15th October, 2022)

It has happened before, and most likely will happen again – blame the fact that so much incredible musical genius existed prior to the invention of the ‘internet’. That’s right – a list previously compiled by me featured, or rather didn’t, a glaring omission which must now be rectified without delay. Somehow, inexplicably, this article on the greatest female rock and pop singers of all time neglected to include… Jennifer Rush.

She may not have been the most note-perfect performer ever, but her voice possessed a richness and subtle power (which at times was not at all subtle, as on the appositely-titled ‘The Power Of Love’) elevating it far above those of most of her peers. Indeed it boggles the mind that I could have thought to have Nena form part of such an illustrious compendium, while in her homeland the voice behind ‘I Come Undone’, ‘Ring Of Ice’ and other 1980s synth-rock classics was more popular than anywhere else, and not remember the latter.

Now the list is complete.

“Stop! Stand There Where You Are/Before You Go Too Far/Before You Make A Fool Out Of… ”

Forgotten Classic Alert!

Review: Blaze Bayley, Absolva and Midnight Bullet at Mikkeli Metal Meeting, Kulttuuritalo Tempo, Mikkeli, Finland

(Originally published on Saturday, 9th July, 2022)

Midnight Bullet wish they were Metallica. That is more or less all one needs to know about this Finnish four-piece. Now, many vocalists owe an obvious debt to one, or many, who went before but this group’s singer has only one act, and that is ‘James Hetfield tribute’. At least Metallica had a handful of unforgettable tunes amidst all the shouty noise; Midnight Bullet apparently have only the latter. But… they are making and playing genuine, self-penned material and for that, in 2022, we should be grateful. They did also provide the drum-kit for tonight’s show, a fact which the next band on made a big deal of thanking them for, which only had the unfortunate, unintentional effect of emphasising how unnecessary their musical contribution was…

Top 10 FEMALE Rock Vocalists Of All Time – In No Particular Order

The Anti-Club Hall of Honour – Inductee Number Two

The Anti-Club Hall of Honour – Inductee Number One

Time And Space Won’t Keep Them Down

www.loudersound.com/features/rocknroll-wont-get-you-nowhere-an-incredibly-long-and-stupidly-personal-story-about-flesh-for-lulu

“Stay At Home And Do As The Government Tells You” – Says Self-Proclaimed ‘Punk’ Andy Cairns

(Originally published on 31st March, 2020)

To Re-Iterate – Morrissey Has Made Only One Mistake…

Reviews: These Charming Men at Whelan’s, Dublin and Absolute Bowie at Islington Academy, London

The ‘Socialist’ Who Poses For ‘Selfies’ Outside ‘American’ Fast Food Outlets With His ‘Social Media’ Starlet Wife – The Hypocrite Martin Rossiter

19th November, 2019

ANOTHER Excellent Cover Version…

19th November, 2019

Anvil Has Given Up The Ghost…

24th September, 2019

Review: Day One of Lumous Gothic Festival, Tampere, Finland

He was followed shortly afterwards by up-and-coming local electro duo Aeronaut V, who instantly attracted a crowd to the front of the stage. This was a highly polished and slick debut performance from the new outfit, who never hit a wrong note throughout and have every reason to expect similarly fervent responses from future crowds.

Review: Rockfest 2019, Hyvinkää Airport, Finland

‘Eurovision’ Has Never Been About Music, And Never Less So Than Today

16th May, 2019

‘The Crash Of The Anvil At The Nightclub School’

All Aboard For Funtime!

‘If You Must Write Prose Or Poems, The Words You Use Should Be Your Own…’

Plagiarism Or Homage, And When The Music Is This Good, Does Anyone Care..?

17th December, 2018

Eliminating The Greyzone

‘Helping The Afflicted Since 1990’ – If Only Someone Could Help Andy Cairns Deal With His Own Inferiority Complex

Review: Absolva at Bar Krouvi, Mäntyharju, Finland

Top 10 Rock Vocalists Of All Time (In No Particular Order, But 1 and 2 Are Almost Certainly Right, And Their Positions Perhaps Interchangeable)

Review: Offspring at Provinssirock Festival, Seinäjoki, Finland

Do You Believe In Ghost?

Review: Iron Maiden and Killswitch Engage at the Hartwall Arena, Helsinki, Finland

‘Ka-ching-er’ (Not, Admittedly, The Greatest Pun, But The Dearth Of Good Cranberries Songs Makes This Job More Difficult… )

“If You’re Listening To A Rock Star In Order To Get Your Information On Who To Vote For, You’re A Bigger Moron Than They Are…

22nd January, 2018

Do We Have To Let It Linger?

Morrissey – It’s Worse Than We Feared

Instant Pleasures (Well, After 16 Years… )

The End Times For ‘Slimes’

Farewell, Morrissey. It Was Nice While It Lasted.

How It Should Be Done…

https://www.last.fm/music/Screaming+Dead/+wiki

Media Hip-hop-risy

16th September, 2017

15 Years On, Mansun Are (Sort Of) Back

29th August, 2017

http://pauldraperofficial.com/

‘On True Talent And Artistic Integrity’