ALBUM: Victory for the Monsters / by Johnny Kowalski and the Sexy Weirdos

Victories for the Monsters

Words by Katherine Priddy

Johnny Kowalski and the Sexy Weirdos are not a band for those of a fragile disposition.

With raucous vocals, loud (and sometimes manic) trombone and fiddle solos, alongside lyrics centred on alcohol, revolution and anarchy, they’re a self-proclaimed ‘overexcited invitation to party’ and a ‘declaration of war on the forces of mundanity and boredom’.

I’ve caught the Sexy Weirdos playing their Gypsy-Punk-Carnival-Ska music on numerous occasions throughout Birmingham’s Gypsy and Swing scene, and I’ve never yet seen them fail to stir the audience into a dancing frenzy with their fast-paced rhythms and growling, slightly sinister, vocals from Johnny himself.

However, when approached with their new album, Victory for the Monsters, for review, I was concerned it may not live up to their performances. I was worried that they might be one of those acts best seen live, with the intoxicating atmosphere created at their gigs not quite translating onto a recording.

Victory for the Monsters was recorded throughout 2012, in an abandoned gym in Worcester – a temporary set up dubbed Carnival Punk Studios.

On the Sexy Werido’s blog, Johnny writes that he felt the time was right to make ‘a fully-fledged album’, so they cobbled together blagged bits of equipment and expensive microphones that they’d ‘somehow’ found the money for, and set to work.

On reading about the creation of their debut, it becomes evident that despite their seemingly indifferent and anarchistic attitudes, the album was a labour of love, as the band spent winter, spring and early summer arguing about the finer details and playing around with the tracks between their hectic gigging schedule; even suffering from ‘paranoid panic attacks that it wasn’t good enough.’

One thing in particular stood out for me. Johnny also writes that when it came to the funding and pressing of the CDs, they disregarded the idea of crowdsourcing (as many upcoming bands rely on these days) in favour of the more ‘honest’ approach of paying for it themselves.  I personally have a lot of respect for this, as in my experience a lot of bands these days rely on spamming those who have ‘Liked’ their Facebook pages with links for donations and ways to give them money.

It’s refreshing to see a band still doing it truly DIY; creating an album themselves in a makeshift studio, spending months honing it, and ultimately paying for it all themselves. I feel this deserves some real credit, and even if Gypsy Punk’s not your cup of tea, it’s worth showing support for bands that really do it for love and not money.

As for the album itself, it is (as is, I imagine, most music under the Carnival-Gypsy-Punk-Ska-Brass-Folk-Rock banner) an acquired taste simply due to the small niche of the genre.

Victory for the Monsters opens with a high-paced and explosive track called Something Wonderful; setting the tone with Johnny’s boisterous vocals, accompanied by some serious drumrolls and fiddling.

However, it’s the second track that really stands out for me. Night Before tells the story of a late night argument between a man and his wife, and his realisation that drinking more beer is not going to aid the situation.

It has a slightly more Ska-like rhythm than some of the other tracks, and a repetitive but catchy hook. Towards the middle there is a breakdown of rhythm, as the trombone takes over and punctuates the somewhat chaotic melody. Some of it could be seen as messy and disorganised, but I feel it rather adds to the home-made, rough and ready atmosphere of the music. After all, revolution is rarely neat and tidy.

The third track, Park Lane Strut, also strongly stood out, despite being purely instrumental. It’s one of their more ‘pretty’ tracks musically, with a taste of Gypsy rhythms and a strong brass section.

Again according to the Sexy Weirdo’s blog, Park Lane Strut was written by their fiddle player John-Joe while he was squatting in a mansion that gained attention from the tabloids. Johnny jokes that it was described ‘squalid’ by a man who lived in a ditch. However, its little back stories like this that often give albums their charm, and in this case also adds to the strange, Gypsy allure of the track. And with some of the rough, Punkiness of the other tracks stripped away, it also shows off the band’s talent and musicianship.

That’s not to say I don’t appreciate the roughness on other tracks. Johnny Kowalski’s voice adds an edge to the songs, with his husky, slightly angry delivery.

And as with most Punk style songs, his voice isn’t necessarily the most accurate at times, but is a passionate delivery that compliments the anarchistic music. However, Johnny’s voice does lend itself well to a quiet, acoustic track called Johnny Draw Back the Knife.  It’s a pleasant way to mix up the tempo of the album, and contrasts well with the more energetic nature of the rest.

Klezmer Prayer (track 8) is another strong contender. It draws on Eastern European influences and creates a wonderful swaying tempo, with John-Joe’s fiddle echoing Johnny’s vocal melodies to create hypnotising rhythm, before breaking into a faster instrumental score.

I’ve heard this song live many times before (with a lot more shouting) and it’s good to hear it a little more… contained.  And again, with this track it’s hard to ignore the musicianship of some band members.

But the wonderful thing about Klezmer Prayer is the anticipation. You know there’s going to be a tempo change, but you’re not quite sure where; so when the beat finally kicks in, its infection and hard to resist a foot tap.

This is also demonstrated in the final track on the album; a traditional song called Bubamaru, which again as an instrumental track gives the musicians and opportunity to show off their skill. It’s also great to hear some true traditional Gypsy music being played well and with the energy it deserves; a slow beginning, swaying and sultry, gradually building up to an explosive and fast paced ending.  It rounds off the album with a big Gypsy bang.

Victory for the Monsters lives up to the Sexy Weirdo’s high energy live performances; although it could have been so easy to lose some of that dynamism on a recording, without the lights and stage presence. But the 11 track debut shows a pleasant variation in tempo and subject, making it an engaging album to listen to in full.

Perhaps Carnival Gypsy Punk may not be a genre for everyone, with its disorderly and sometimes scruffy nature, but I feel Johnny Kowalski and the Sexy Weirdo’s debut album has a roguish charm, in keeping with their overarching theme of Punky rebellion.

And for those who want to tap their feet, drink beer, dance and maybe cause a little havoc, Victory for the Monsters could well be the perfect soundtrack to a one man revolution.

For more on Johnny Kowalski and the Sexy Weirdos, including digital downloads of their debut album Victories for the Monsters, visit http://www.sexyweirdos.co.uk

REVIEW: Erica Nockalls, Miles Hunt, Laura Kidd @ Hare & Hounds, 16th July

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Words by John Noblet / Pics by Jonathan Morgan

The combination of one man and an acoustic guitar can be an unadulterated recipe for boredom, especially if the man in question is playing a ‘rarities’ set.

Luckily, tonight, that man is Miles Hunt, leader of reformed Black Country indie disco faves The Wonder Stuff. The Hare & Hounds’ audience look unlikely to know all of the songs in Hunt‘s set, but this doesn’t seem to matter; his sweary stage banter and passionate delivery should keep everyone interested.160713 (31 of 34) miles hunt (2) - LR

Hunt’s solo songs display the same qualities that made so many people love The Wonder Stuff in the first place, namely a cynicism equals truth approach to lyrics and some killer hooks (so good, in fact, that I am Googling the songs as I procrastinate my way through this review).

Hunt ends the set with a choice of singalong, which pleases his audience greatly. Bravo, Miles.

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The contrast between the first and second set of the evening makes it seem like we’ve suddenly been transported to a different venue.

I sense the sea change before Erica Nockalls and her band even play a note; Erica wears a pink tutu and has neon ribbons tied to her mic stand in a fashion reminiscent of nu-rave. Her guitarist has a Ramones style fashion sense, and the synthy-noises give way to an opener that is described in my notes as ‘futuristic Baroque new wave’.

Nockalls’ set includes influences from all over the rock spectrum (grunge, punk, metal), filling out her songs with quick blasts of violin, (and boy, can she play the violin) in between commanding vocals.160713 (25 of 34) erica (2) - LR

As a front woman, she has developed an impressive approach of her own in the tradition of legends like Joan Jett and Garbage’s Shirley Manson, but injected with a firm sense of her own personality.

However, I have to admit that Erica Nockalls didn’t steal my heart away, even though she held my attention. I think she’s yet to write the song that will get her the mainstream attention her sound seems to be aiming for, though there is undoubtedly an audience for her out there.

But the unexpected treat of the evening is an impromptu solo set from She Makes War.160713 (8 of 34) erica's bass player's set (2) - LR

The crowd looked slightly shocked to see SMW closing the night with a set of haunting lullabies backed with intricate loops, but she has an impressive talent for engaging her audience, especially considering how introspective her music can be.

During her third song she builds a loop made entirely of her own harmonised vocals and then leaves the stage armed with a megaphone to sing the lead vocal as she walks through the crowd. It’s a simple idea, brilliantly executed.

There’s a quiet but solid confidence to her stage presence which makes her performance both charming and compelling.

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The set ends with SMW precariously but triumphantly balanced in front of a monitor, strumming a turquoise ukulele with the audience singing and clapping along in joyous wonder.

Expect great things from this woman.

For more on Erica Nockalls, visit http://www.ericanockalls.com/

For more on Miles Hunt (et all), visit http://www.thewonderstuff.com/

For more on She Makes War, visit http://shemakeswar.com/

For further gigs at the Hare & Hounds, visit http://hareandhoundskingsheath.co.uk/

REVIEW: Mostly Jazz, Part 2 – Sun July 7th

Nile Rodgers & Chic

Words by Matthew Osborne

The final day of the Mostly Jazz Festival was significantly calmer and less messy than the one preceding it.

On a personal level, I was a lot more sober; with the rest of the steadily gathering crowd also nursing bad heads from the Craig Charles after party at The Hare & Hounds.

The bands that played throughout the afternoon lent themselves to the casual mood, and there was a sense that after an evening of Funk, the mostly Jazz part of the festival had returned.

Bands like Gogo Penguin, Richard Foote’s Young Pilgrims and The Anthony Marsden Band lent eclecticism and a more international flavour to proceedings – enjoying them all, on the hillside, in the fine weather, was easy.

Things began to heat up as word began to spread that Andy Murray had finally ended our 37 years of Wimbledon misery. No doubt sensing a change of mood, Soul II Soul took to the main stage to make a party. I could only remember Back to Life from their heyday, but the set they played leading up to it was bass heavy, groovy and immense fun. People quickly found their dancing feet inspired by a trio of fantastically choreographed backing singers, a lively MC from round these parts and of course the hugely affable Jazzie B.

Immediately after Soul II Soul dropped their smash hit, Lokkhi Terra took to The Yardbird stage and began a musical journey across the globe. From South American Rumbas to Indian Folk via New Orleans, Cuba, Africa and Europe, the collective of international musicians led by Kishon Khan played a fantastic set – hindered only by the sudden mass exit about halfway through, when Nile Rodgers began tuning his guitar on the neighbouring stage.

I made sure I gave Lokkhi Terra my full attention as I have an understanding of how crushing it can be to play to tiny audiences; although I have never known the demoralising kick in the face of having half of my audience leave instantly, without explanation and at the same time.

If I have one criticism to level at Moseley Jazz, Funk & Soul Festival, it would be that putting both stages right next to each other is unfair on the bands, particularly those who aren’t international mega stars.

That is my only criticism and in the interests of fairness I have aired it. However, all of that counted for nothing when Nile Rodgers finally led Chic out onto the stage, dressed in Heavenly white from top to toe.

Launching straight into Everybody Dance to an elated reception, the band ripped through hit after disco hit. The set list was mouthwatering. I had no idea how many Chic songs I knew, and was even more surprised at how many incredible records Rodgers has had a hand in.

Not only did we get Diana Ross’ I’m Coming Out and Upside Down, Madonna’s Like A Virgin, Sister Sledge’s Lost in Music and of course, Chic’s own Le Freak, we were also treated to my personal highlight of the festival, delivered via a very charismatic drummer. After much talk about how, when he dropped the next tune, “Everything is gonna go off,” he strapped on a head mic, thumped his drums and sang “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh” and suddenly we were bouncing to Bowie’s Let’s Dance, which he sang to us with an exquisite Bowie impression. Dutifully, we sang it back at him in kind.

I was amazed at how much I had enjoyed their set. I never saw myself as a disco fan, and anybody who knows me will know how difficult it is to get me up onto a wedding dance floor, but it turns out that I love it, I love disco. Either that or I have been picked up by the early eddies of a disco revival wave which must surely be coming to break forcefully over the singles charts on both sides of the Atlantic.

It is a surprising development in my musical history, this sudden fascination, but it is exciting to have found something again that encourages my feet to move, to groove even. Disco is the sort of craze that I wouldn’t mind seeing dragged out of the nostalgia cupboard. Anything that we can do right now to find some positivity, some romance, or even some escapism, cannot be a bad thing.

6,000 people who saw Chic with me last Sunday would definitely agree. Those in most enthusiastic agreement would be those members of the crowd who were lucky enough to get up on stage to dance their way to the set’s finale alongside the rest of Chic. It was a wonderful sight, accompanied by wonderful sounds, and couldn’t have closed the festival in a more deserved way.

Though still a small festival, Mostly Jazz is making big ripples, dragging people in from all across the country.

Moseley village was beside itself with excitement all weekend, and when people look back and reflect on the summer of 2013, those lucky enough to have been there will remember with a grin that they were dancing with thousands of happy people in Moseley Park when the summer truly began.

For more on Lokkhi Terra, visit https://myspace.com/lokkhiterrakishonkhan

For more on Soul II Soul, visit http://www.soul2soul.co.uk

For more on Nile Rogers & Chic, visit http://nilerodgers.com 

For more on Mostly Jazz, visit http://mostlyjazz.co.uk/

REVIEW: Freestyle @ The Bull’s Head, July 12th / Keziasoul + Yoji + Call Me Unique

 

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Words by Ed King / Pics by Katie Foulkes

“I think its Jelly Beans,” explains Unique – offering an acute example of her very real (albeit unusual) phobia. “Me and the bottom floor of Selfridges,” a pause and look of reflected consternation, “…no.”

I decide to Google ‘fear of sweets’ later, it’s too nice an afternoon.

We’re sitting in Moseley, enjoying both the bohemian sun and thin air of evening aggression the south Birmingham suburb accommodates so well; counting down the minutes and drinks until Unique’s set at Freestyle – The Bull’s Head’s regular Friday knees up.

Sharing the bill tonight are the Suffolk singer/songwriter Yoji (a last minute change from Phe Phe) and local soulstress Keziasoul. But it’s Unique who’s grabbed Birmingham Review by the short and painfuls, having first found her whilst working on The Flyover Show events in Handsworth.

E_The Bull's Head_Moseley_120713 (011) - LRWe make it to The Bull’s Head’s upstairs room just in time to catch the end of Yoji, belting out a cover of Prince’s How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore? I start thinking of clever segues from her size (small) to her voice (big), but decide to side step one obvious for another. Yoji can sing.

A quick change over and Unique is up next, joined on stage by her percussionist and bassist – but leaving a rhythm guitar shaped hole in the usual line up.

The trio settle in, introduce who’s on stage and who’s not, and open with a reassuringly firm-yet-soft hip hop backline and acoustic guitar/vocal delivery of Covered in Frosting.

I write various one word descriptions into my notebook, then scribble them out. In a room full of talent it’s often simply style that prevails.

 I Dare You moves mournfully into more acoustic territory, with Jazz scat and gruff accusations making me wonder who this was really written for; before Unique declares “I’ll try to make you smile, if that’s OK” with a modern Jazz approach to Stranger.

The rest of the set moves from Jazz beats to Hip Hop, with the ever present air of an acoustic guitar keeping Roots in the ground.E_The Bull's Head_Moseley_120713 (009) - LR

Unique’s voice ranges from a low Eartha Kitt growl to the more mellifluous end of Corrine Bailey Rae. And despite the muffled acoustics from the close quarter speaker stacks (apparently affecting  my ears more than others) it’s clear to hear Unique means what she sings – as only an honest and endearing artist can deliver in a small room.

Lyrics challenging the integrity of art, the place of fame, people’s purported friendship and the importance of supporting musicians (and music venues) on a truly local level, are all delivered directly and to us – the latter getting an impromptu round of applause from the Freestyle crowd.

Unique’s last track is The Wife, an infectious shoulder swaying dedication to the strength of woman – and reminiscent of Erika Badu at her best. It feels like the sound she was aiming for, or perhaps just one she gets a big kick out of performing. Regardless, it’s a solid track and a cracking set closer.

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An intelligent songwriter, with soulful intent and an acoustic guitar. And even if you don’t like her candid approach and husky scat, you can’t deny the girl’s got talent. Like a cross between Ella Fitzgerald, Lauryn Hill and Ani DiFranco, Unique is too valid to ignore.

And despite my lazy journalist comparisons (something I usually avoid like an overused simile) she is one of a kind. Awesome. Creative. Original. Unique, in fact; so an appropriate moniker.

I mean, even despite her music, who the hell else is scared of a Jelly Bean?

For more on Call Me Unique, visit http://www.callmeunique.co.uk/

For more on Freestyle, visit https://www.facebook.com/freestylebirmingham  

For further listings at The Bull’s Head, visit http://bullsheadmoseley.co.uk

 

REVIEW: Mostly Jazz, Part1 – Sat July 6th

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Words by Matthew Osborne

The Mostly Jazz Festival kicked off on the long anticipated weekend of 2013 when summer finally decided to join us. There were excited rumblings all across the city, and I was spurred into good spirits by a hearty British Lions win against Australia early in the morning.

I say good spirits, it was mostly lager, and a lot had been drunk when my girlfriend, Heather, and I began the long walk to Moseley from Selly Oak; the unforgiving heat sapping every morsel of my energy, leaving me a sweaty, panting mess by the time we reached the festival. Although the on site beer tent offered a fine array of good ales (I noticed as I flailed around the sizeable crowd) so I solidered through and bought myself and Heather another drink.

This was typically bad festival decision making, so we stumbled down to the lake where you could watch the time-telling dandelion seeds float on the gently rising water vapour. Luckily this proved a good vantage point to catch a couple of the main stage acts lending themselves to the summery vibe, and it also gave me a good chance to people watch for a while.

The general make-up of the festival goers was not dictated by a particular type, and young kids dressed in the latest festival range from H&M were grooving alongside ageing couples who looked like they were surprised to have stumbled into a roaring orgy of revelry during their countryside stroll.

Alongside the, without fail, groups of middle aged professionals decked out in full disco/Hawaiian beach wear catastrophes. Mostly Jazz, Funk & Soul Festival’s message was clear; Come One, Come All. And the people had responded.

Craig-Charles-at-Mostly-Jazz_Photo-Credit-Dick-Jones_Small1After more drinking, and a little rest after the irresistible groove of the Craig Charles Fantasy Funk Band (starring many legendary funk players voted for by listeners of his BBC 6 Music show, whose names I was too drunk or not lucid enough to take note of), I had pulled myself together enough to join the varied and colourful crowd gathered by the main stage, ready to stomp along to the peculiarly white funk of The Blockheads.

Minus Ian Dury, the fact that these guys are still touring has often been overlooked; but his replacement, Derek the Draw, cut an eccentric figure and proved more than capable of filling some big Doc Martens. And if he wasn’t enough, then the gurning sex-face of bassist Norman Watt-Roy proved as endlessly entertaining as his playful bass lines.

Handing over to The Yardbird stage The Blockheads gave way to Craig Charles, whose enthusiastic funk/soul DJ set received an invigorating reception from the crowd; all hyped up by both timeless tunes and the huge bouncing balloons that threatened to explode at any second and soak them with who-knows-what gungy liquid.

The night finished with Candi Staton, whom I knew little of and expected even less from. But Ms Staton did, however, provide a good set with more familiar tunes than I was anticipating – among them the 90’s dance floor smash You Got the Love, a rousing version of In the Ghetto, and of course the disco classic, Young Hearts Run Free.candi-staton-4706020

And despite my head finally being up to speed with my proceedings, my feet had now begun to give out; plus I still had a long, long walk between Candi Staton and my bed.

I grabbed Heather and we began to stumble home, resolving to come back and conquer Sunday for more Birmingham Review fodder. To be continued…

For more on Candi Staton, visit http://www.candi-staton.com/

For more on The Blockheads, visit http://www.theblockheads.com/

For more on Craig Charles’ Funk & Soul Show, visit http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0072ky7

For more on Mostly Jazz, visit http://mostlyjazz.co.uk/