Concorde 2, Brighton 5.10.19
In a year when I gave birth to my one and only oops baby,
if feels good to be fifteen again tonight. I havent slept properly
for months, my social life generally consists of cake and crazy women
pretending to dance with Telly Tubbies (dont ask) and I have
no real clue what is going on in the world outside. The latter is
probably a good thing but still, yes thank Christ for bands
like The Wildhearts who make me feel like me and, as its standing
room only this evening, it would seem quite a lot of other people
share the sentiment. With the lingering scent of Snakebite and black
and a swish of Gingers dreadlocks-that-have-made-a-comeback,
the quartet, as usual, manage to achieve a shit ton of nostalgia in
their show but still sound as if over two decades havent passed
Cris Watkins Photography/PunkInFocus - see full size here)
It is an absolute joy to see Danny McCormack back on bass guitar too.
In fact, its the same line up that I saw when I first watched
The Wildhearts play live in 1995, then breaking up several times since,
publicly struggling with drug addiction and other mental health issues.
Tonight, however, the years roll away, despite Ginger stating they
are auld c*nts, and the air is thick with triumph. Playing
several tracks from their ninth studio release, Renaissance
Men, though The Wildhearts attract an audience in Brighton that
sees men backcomb their hair, use a ton of hairspray and wear their
best Primark ladies leopard print jacket, their sound is, of course,
classic British rock with a sour view of the world and a killer riff
or two. Diagnosis is an epic example of their new material,
bowing its head to Motorhead particularly. The track hasnt been
played on the radio apparently because it has too much of an opinion,
not that it seems to have damaged the success of the album at all.
Wildheart, Cambridge Corn Exchange, 29.9.95
Pic by Rosey R*E*P*E*A*T
We are shit hot tonight, Ginger proudly states and he
is absolutely right. They are loud too, ploughing through the obvious
crowd pleasers Caffeine Bomb, Everlone, Suckerpunch
and Sick of drugs with an insane increase in tempo but
also dedicating some impressive B-sides to their diehard fans, including
Mindslide and Red Light, Green Light. Their
confidence is captivating, while their love for their fans and what
they do (at least in the hour or so they are on stage) is humbling.
If it was my world, I would play all night. But its not
my world. Not yet anyway, says Ginger as he introduces the end
of the set. Whatever the future holds for these stalwarts of the UKs
music scene, its certain that no one is ever going to forget
them and its always good to have them back.
(pic Cris Watkins Photography/PunkInFocus - see full
Thanks to Rebecca for sorting out the guest list (although I wasnt
put on it but was let in anyway!).