Snakes, Snakeoil Rattlers, and a folky Scouse sentimentalist shared the bill at What’s Cookin' on Saturday night. It was an even wackier night than usual at Stephen Ferguson’s roots music showcase. Obviously things festive were bound to feature, and in any case a bevvied up audience’s ability to sort the pearls from the swine is always limited. That said there were real turkeys and some total barnstorming brilliance at the ex-Ex-Servicemen’s Club in Leytonstone, East London. Now fashioning itself as ‘The Social’, this century old treasure is an excellent venue for things musical and things affordable in the booze department. In fact ‘The Social’ is a welcome relief from the veritable orgy of bourgeois bacchanalian bullshit on offer at surrounding denizens of winter wankerdom.
Things kicked off at 730pm on the dot when Stephen threw the
first of several celebrations of 1977-79 on to his turntable and no less a punk
than Joe Walsh reminded us that ‘Life’s Been Good’ so far. Well maybe it hasn’t been for that many of the audience, but who cared. We haven’t had that spirit here
since, well, 1978, and it sounded fuggin A. I have to say though, Stephen, that
keeping it so cranked up before the bands had hit the stage and when older
folks were just trying to chat whilst supping their beers was a challenge for
those less hearing-enhanced than younger punters (if there were any).
This was a mere detail though cos by 8pm Danny Jones was on.
Bald, and bearing a loud shirt and an acoustic guitar, the man started well,
performing the, admittedly tad maudlin, ‘Maggie Mae’ (not that one). A great
Liverpudlian folk tune for sure and he does this stuff well. Danny then did a decent, emotionally
engaged cover of Paul Simon’s ‘Slip Sliding Away’. Perhaps uncomfortable with
the intimacy, he suddenly donned his Everton FC Santa hat (blue, natch) and
proceeded to play a couple of Christmas-themed ditties that sounded like utter stuff
and nonsense to me. Having plumbed those undesirable depths, Danny then
proceeded, admittedly half-embarrassedly, to inform us that he was about to
bless us with a Chris De Burgh song. It's not ‘The Lady in Red’, he said.
‘Shame,’ said my friend, audibly. After all, if things were going to be bad then
we might as well embrace the full horror, horns and all. It was though that
other gooey song by the diminutive songster; the one that conjures up
preferably forgotten Christmasses of childhood yore when you carried a candle
to bed, but not for midnight self-pleasuring.
Danny Jones at What's Cookin', Leytonstone |
Danny finished up his set with a very different number that was self-penned and heartfelt. Sadly though, I’d already switched off after an excess of the ‘La lah la, lah-la lah-dee-dah’ singalong-a- chorus on the De Burgh number, and didn’t fully appreciate that Danny had performed by far his best number of the night.
Before long the first of two Snake-orientated dirty southern rock swaggerers were on the boards. The Snakeoil Rattlers, like the headlining Snakes, make a good fist of their imagined American musical heritage. In fact I reckon the lead singer of the Rattlers, he replete with Lemmy-style black cowboy hat but with tinsel, is an Aussie. Either way he certainly had the grizzled ol’ southern greebo rock schtick thing going on. Not nature’s best voice, but it kind of worked for most of the material. The, by definition, seated steel guitarist took a more measured hand in occasional lead vocal duties, which broadened the band's musical reach. On bass was, well, possibly a graduate of the Sid Vicious school of rhythm discipline, only with a lot less power. Next to him was John O'Sullivan, the link man of the night’s Snakery, a bassist/rhythm guitarist whose whole look (long-haired and balding) and musical demeanour spelt fun; and he definitely was having it. In fact at times it seemed like The Snakeoil Rattlers were just having their own thing going on on the stage almost regardless of the audience.
The Snakeoil Rattlers @WhatsCookin, Leytonstone |
The Rattlers feat. steel guitar |
Of the numbers whose titles I could almost make out there was (possibly) ‘Johnny Got Shot by a UFO’ (if that isn’t a song title of their’s, it should be). There was an out there rock n' roll/country thing happening with these guys - to the extent that on one number they sounded like The New York Dolls do Country. Things though took an unwelcome turn when Eddy and the Hot Rods’ ‘Do Anything You Wanna Do’ was pretty much slaughtered. Not that the audience seemed bothered; a fair few had the signature hand-claps of this (non) punk classic off to a ‘T’. The lead singer managed, as my friend put it, to sing every note flat. Still, undimmed, and with the audience’s ongoing blessing, the boys then dusted off that annually overcooked if not seriously burnt festive offering, Slade’s ‘Merry Christmas Everybody’; O'Sullivan replete with proffered Noddy-style hat (not that one, unfortunately). I’ve always hated Slade and if I never hear their Christmas song again it’ll be once too often.
At last The Snakes themselves were on stage. When I say ‘stage’
I mean that in the wonderfully egalitarian nature of the ex-ex-servicemen’s
club, one end of the top floor room is where the musicians do their thing,
surrounded, as you can see, by owls and colourful adornments that are pretty
much the venue’s routine display all year round.
The Snakes gettin it on @What'sCookin' |
The Snakes were exuding something dirty rock n roll before they’d played a note. I’d spotted the cape-wearing lead guitarist earlier – think an effete Dylan circa The Rolling Thunder Review show. The front man (and guitarist) was more yer archetypal Americana dude; big and grizzly and sporting a cap, lumberjack shirt and denim jacket. His vocals were definitely more present than those of his predecessor. The drummer played his heart (and arms) out. I was hearing southern rock thru the prism of the Stones’ ‘Exile’ period, though the Snakes’ promo material also mentions that Mink Deville is in the mix.
Snake pit boogie |
There was one sublime wigged-out moment when the minimalist rock instrumentation just wouldn’t relent and I just didn’t want it to. Kinda like a Byrds’ space rock jam but grittier and without the space. In the bogs I distinctly heard one of the band announce that ‘If you’ve got any heroin, now’s the time to take it.’ Droll and kinda appropriate. There was then a number whose title sounded like ‘Turn Back the Clock’, which is pretty much what these boys do, as reflected in an apparent band signature tune: ‘The Last Days of Rock n’ Roll’. I was pleased that this wasn’t the finale because this isn't how rock n' roll’s last days should be spent at all. It sounded to me like a discarded number from the Ziggy Stardust era, which I guess could be taken as a massive compliment. It’s not meant to be.
John O'Sullivan kept us entertained with his between numbers banter. He noted at one point that The Snakes had done three albums… in 50 years... and that the upcoming song was ‘from the middle one.’ It's 'a blues’ John said; a style, he gnomically observed, that's hard to play. Another notable song introduction was 'If The Snakes had had a hit' – and he noted that they haven’t – ‘then this would not be it.’ The Snakes were then off but were back on again in a flash. An encore was never in doubt and they served up a couple more good dirty rockin’ dishes to send the rightly satisfied punters home. It had been a great, if occasionally patchy, night.
What’s Cookin' is almost a musical institution, and Mr
Ferguson and all of the musicians that play under his umbrella – in Leytonstone
and other proximate venues – need to be lauded and supported. Check him and
them out.
5 comments:
A brilliant, hilarious review Neil. An unforgettable night at the only seriously surreal venue in town. Dave
Excellent and witty review. Glad you enjoyed yourself despite the Xmas shite!
I think I wish I had been there... with optional ear plugs, but at least I got to enjoy the review:)
Great stuff Neil. Snakeoil Rattlers sound like a blast, I'll look out for them. Good to go and support local venues, especially when beer's on offer at a reasonable rate - you'd need a couple of pints to endure Chris de Burgh songs whatever the season.
I'd grateful for the comments made by Dave, Pete Sadler, 'Anonymous' (TBG?) and Ludwig above. I am very flattered that people found it funny and entertaining. Someone connected to the organisers wrote back by email to say that he'd enjoyed and the next time I'm planning a review I should let him know so that he can put me on the guest list.... or have me barred. Very funny I thought. Sincerely I say: Respect to Danny Jones and all the members of The Snakeoil Rattlers and The Snakes.
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