Mdou Moctar: Psychedelic Tishoumaren Rock

Writer Harry Croxford / Photographer Rob Hadley – Indie Images

Presented by the folks over at This is Tmrw and Hare and Hounds on Friday, Mdou Moctar are electric in their rapturous repurposing of tracks from their most recent release Afrique Victime and previous releases.

Mdou Moctar has become one of the most recognisable Tishoumaren rock artists to circulate his music over recent years. Incorporating the blues-twinged, scales-driven, sound, Moctar and his band are intoxicating and have carved out a unique place in a scene populated by many talented artists.

Moctar and his band take the Tishoumaren sound – which dovetailed blues, rock, and, more notably with Moctar, psychedelic rock – and form a raucous space where a masterful technical frenzy electrifies the crowd.

The band emerges, ascending the stage in calm preparation. Dressed in traditional Tuareg garb – silken and richly saturated in colour – the band has established this as routine visual practice, connecting heritage and identity with their music of today. Slick, the band loads up their gear.

Ahmoudou Madassane, rhythm guitarist, gently taps and twangs his guitar. Michael Coltun’s bass begins chugging with an intense groove. Souleymane Ibrahim’s drums spark alight.

The sound of Moctar’s guitar is sharp, clean, the assortment of pedals a marker of how the band’s sound has evolved over the years. The palpable pleasure and energy visible on the faces of each member of the band is infectious, evidenced by the waves of whoops and claps from the audience.

Sustained throughout is a compelling contrast: the band’s technical prowess demands attention and an almost buzzing stillness from the players, even as Moctar’s fingers glide frantically up and down the fretboard.

Yet this contrast gives way to a vivid excitement: Moctar stands, riffs, but as he plays energy seeps into his movements. He kicks, twists, and laughs as he moves from bandmate to bandmate – the chemistry and delight is effervescent.

Despite the clarity and superb quality of the guitar, the mixing does cause Moctar’s and Madassane’s vocals to be drowned out beneath the dexterous riffs and pounding hail-fire of drums. But the rawness and overdriven sound, combined with their dedication to this whirling, twisting, cacophony keeps the crowd engrossed.

As the set continues, undergirding the rhythmic swells is Ibrahim’s superb drumming. ‘Afrique Victime’ is one such track where Ibrahim stands out most. His frenetic drumming rapidly increases in frequency and intensity, providing the track with a pounding pulse.

And for anyone who has listened to Mdou Moctar before, Tarhatazed… well you already know. The riff epitomises Moctar’s playing and has become a fan favourite. Here, it is no different. As the set began winding up, this track received a rapturous reception.

And the close, where crescendo and climax leaves the crowd ecstatic, and calling for encore. But, composed, relaxed, the band saunters off through the crowd leaving us to revel and reflect.

For more on Mdou Moctar visit www.mdoumoctar.com

To listen to Mdou Moctar on Spotify click here, or to purchase the deluxe edition of Afrique Victim click here.

Looking back on International Women’s Day: Rosie Tee is Officially Brum’s Björk

Writer Emily Doyle / Photography Taylor Wright

Last month Rosie Tee headlined the Hare & Hounds International Women’s Day Celebration, with Support from Echo Juliet, Lara Jones and Japes. Rosie Tee, is in fact an international woman herself – her single ‘Anchors’ was written while living alone in Rotterdam. The track’s tinged with homesickness and longing, but that doesn’t make it any less of an avante-pop banger.

On record Rosie Tee is pensive, but live she’s all sequins and smiles. Her band, made up of Dan Cippico on bass, Kai Charenusy on drums and Piera Onacko are bathed in green light and above them hangs a web of silver tinsel. If you’ve been to a Rosie Tee show before you’ll know they always like to dress the stage with care.

The assemblage of keyboard stands that holds up the various synths and singular glockenspiel is wrapped in silver stretch fabric. Tee explains that this was once the “sea monster” from the ‘Anchors’ music video and that it’s survived a thorough soaking off the South Wales coast.

She’s not kidding. Watch the video for ‘Anchors’ by Rosie Tee below:

The sea is a common lyrical theme for Tee, a self-confessed “landlocked Brummie”. At the Hare & Hounds, the room is awash with her imagist lyrics, taking the attentive crowd from rainforests to windswept shores with the help of some field recordings and a robust, jazzy backbone.

Onacko brings the darkness from behind her monolith of synthesizers. It’s woozy and a little too warm as the crowd sway along to the crystalline rhythms of ‘Emerald’.

After the show I caught Tee and pushed her for a soundbite to go in this article. She tells me she’s not sure what to say, then pauses, and smiles coyly.

“Maybe there’s a remix EP in the pipeline full of remixes from some incredible female artists…”

Happy Belated International Women’s Day, indeed.

For more on Rosie Tee visit www.rosietee.uk

Melt-Banana Mesmerise Crowds at Hare and Hounds

Writer Tabitha Green / Photographer Ewan Williamson

Following Tokyo noise rock duo Melt-Banana’s first Peel Session in late 1999, John Peel described the performance as “Just mesmerising, absolutely astonishing.” As I witness the pair in action at a packed Hare and Hounds, I am inclined to agree with Peel’s sentiment.

Yasuko Onuki and Ichirou Agata take to the stage flanked by Nintendo-esque gaming sound effects (fitting, as the colourful remote Onuki clutches rather resembles a 90s console), the air in the room zaps with anticipation. Mesmerised I certainly am, as is the rest of the crowd.

The start of the set is sudden – I am blasted by a wall of noise courtesy of Agata’s ferocious guitar playing. He has multiple pedalboards and amplifiers which he utilises skillfully, creating transcendental sounds the likes of which I have not heard before. Onuki soon joins in with yelping, high-pitched vocals and sweeping arm movements that make her captivating to watch.

Motion is crucial to the performance – Onuki’s remote, which she uses to drive the rhythm, seems to respond to her flailing arms with sweeping sounds that aren’t at all out of place above the purposeful but still somehow erratic drum beats. As the night progresses, I am struck by how the energy Melt-Banana brought to the start of their set doesn’t dwindle at all.

The music has such pace that it feels as if I’m lagging behind at times. I wonder if any members of the frenzied mosh pit find themselves experiencing whiplash.

Said mosh pit is a highlight of the night – I cannot help but smile as I watch two grinning punks join hands and spin with a speed that rivals Agata’s shredding. The pair runs into some technical difficulties about halfway through the set, but they are quickly resolved and have little impact on the performance as a whole.

“We haven’t played in a while so we forgot many things”, Onuki laughs charmingly. The duo then proceed to play a series of their famous “short songs”, which are hilarious with their abrupt cut-offs and solemn introductions. The short songs end with “Dog Song”, which fully amuses me as Onuki frantically yaps away.

Melt-Banana’s return to Hare and Hounds is a joyous and memorable occasion. I thoroughly recommend catching them next time they’re in town.

If you want, you can listen to Melt-Banana on Spotify here. For more information on live shows, merch, and more, visit the band’s website at www.melt-banana.net

The Devil In My Guinness

Writer Mark Roberts/ Photographer Jess Whitty

As you enter Norton’s on Meriden Street, you really get a sense that this is a proper Irish pub. I can’t quite put my finger on it, it’s all very subtle. Perhaps, it’s the 8-foot-tall pint of Guinness by the door, right as you walk in.

 

The Devil and St. Joseph are made up of Joe Frascina, on vocals and a guitar oddly reminiscent of the Selfridges building, but it’s matte black and gold, and actually not hideous to look at. Emily Doyle, on vocals, synth and a snare drum and Billy Beale, on a second guitar, who somehow seriously pulls off wearing sunglasses and what appears to be a pyjama top on stage.

At this point, I’m worrying that The Devil and St. Joseph are going to suffer the same issues as other bands with no bass instruments, but as soon as they kick off, I’m subjected to a subterranean and disgustingly filthy sound that seems to come from deep in a swamp.

 

The guitars, which range from dark, sludgy tones to chicken-wire razor-sharpness, are the main body of the music. Impeccable solos ranging from cavernous shredding to atonal bliss disperse through the music courtesy of Billy Beale. All cut together with beats from a drum machine that somehow sounds like it had been sent back to the era of cowboys, recorded on a piece of paper and then played back through a 1930s radio. 

Emily’s synth ranges from the keyboard equivalent of jelly on a vibrator, to an organ that wouldn’t be amiss at a funeral. Joe’s pugnacious drawl and Emily’s pure tones vibrate within the tunes, embedded in the swampiness of the songs. Joe, taking the lead, draws me in, but Emily is regularly utilised to incredible effect, her voice at times peeking through the mix, harmonious and clear.

Then, Emily turns to the snare drum and engages it. The snare brings a punch that the electronic beats just can’t achieve and as it pierces the sonic landscape, I find myself yearning for the snare drum, hungering for it. I’m falling in love with Snare Drum. It’s warm wooden body, subtle metal frame…

Anyway, I digress. The Devil and St Joseph move around the stage with a jaded nonchalance that is fitting and natural. Though as my last note, this coolness may stray into coldness unintentionally, something that could easily be resolved with a bit more eye contact.

Overall, it’s clear that The Devil and St. Joseph are a band which take command of an impressive sonic landscape. It’s a shame that there aren’t more people in attendance. It’ll be great to see them play backed by the energy of a full crowd.

 

For more on The Devil and Saint Joseph visit www.facebook.com/thedevilandsaintjoseph

What Showcases Brum’s Talent For Fusion Like Neighbourhd?

Writer Jasmine Khan / Photographer KASA

On the first Monday of each month, Neighbourhd runs its regular showcase and jam session at The Night Owl, in Digbeth. Neighbourhd’s approach, unsurprisingly, is heavily community focused and the inclusive night is regularly attended by music scene staples, as well as newcomers and everyone in between.

A frequent attendee myself, Neighbourhd is my go to for interesting chats, interesting people and fresh tunes. But, get there early because there’s banging food, and if you arrive late, then it’ll probably be gone.

Neighbourhd always has a cool and relaxed vibe when you first arrive, lights typically shine in green and red hues and the disco ball is in full rotation – groovy. Resident DJ Tehan, spins records that catch you off guard in a good way and despite it costing more than £5 for a swallowable pint, the drinks and conversation flow in equal measure.

There’s no guarantee about the type of artist you’ll see at Neighbourhd, or the genre of the sound. Sometimes it’ll be Hip-hop, RnB or Rap, sometimes it’ll be Jazz or Neo-Classical, other times it’ll be Soul, Funk, or Blues. Once I’m pretty sure it was local rap legend Tarju’s mum, Chrissy Lemonte, and she totally stole her son’s spotlight.

There’s always a full house band, including drums, bass, guitar, and keys. Although, it’s not a surprise to spot a saxophone and the odd trumpet. There could be synths, there could be South Asian vibes… Every Neighbourhd so far has been different.

More often than not, it’s impossible to pin down exactly what’s going on musically. You’ll just be compelled to move your body or stare at the impressive technical skill on stage. Neighbourhd is best described as fusion, and pretty great fusion at that.

The night’s consistently high energy is maintained, not only by the of array musicians that perform, but also by the organiser Michael Bird, and regular host Maddie Saskia, who riff casually in between sets. Whilst the vibes are abundantly positive, lots of the artists sing or rap about the struggles of living in modern Britain and Birmingham specifically. This bravery is always rewarded with loud whoops and cheers from the crowd.

Audience participation is not just welcomed at Neighbourhd, it’s demanded. And, the final jam, which typically results in half the audience flexing their artistic talents on stage, is always my most anticipated event of the evening.

The next Neighbourd is at The Night Owl on Monday, 4 April and you can find them on social media via @neighbourhdbrum. Feel free to introduce yourself, everyone’s very friendly.

For more from The Night Owl, including full listings of all upcoming events, visit www.birmingham.thenightowl.club