Roots Music

Shakey Graves – SWG3 TV Studio

Live music, Music Review

It’s been more than a minute since Shakey Graves played to an audience in Glasgow. The artist from Austin, Texas was scheduled to appear at The Art School back in March of this year but the so-called “Beast From The East” snowstorm brought an early end to his tour and Scottish fans were left bereft for the time being as the show was cancelled, rather than postponed. Gratefully, another tour was announced for the Autumn but in the wake of the Glasgow School of Art Mackintosh Building fire an alternative venue was chosen and ultimately the gig took place in SWG3’s TV Studio – the very same room Shakey Graves last played in Glasgow over two and a half years ago.

Shakey Graves is the nom de plume of Alejandro Rose-Garcia, whose reputation precedes him through a kind of cultish following. He’s far from the mainstream as far as UK music press is concerned, yet he can find a devoted audience on just about every continent. This latest tour is in support of his new record Can’t Wake Up, released in May on Dualtone and, as anyone familiar this artist will attest, it’s a vastly different sound he’s touting these days.  Gone are the crunchy blues guitar riffs, raw-worn vocals and erratic one-man-band percussion. In their place is an overall more polished, controlled production; the lilting melodies and jaunty accompaniment have a kind of soft-focus and even Rose-Garcia’s voice is pastel-toned. Lyrically the songs are as mythical and mystical as anything in the alt-folk /Americana / country blues / southern rock canon, but with an added dreaminess that elevates them from being intensely personal to universally quizzical.

How then to marry these diverse sonic themes into a cohesive live set? Well, if anyone can do it and do it convincingly, it’s Shakey Graves. A stunning support set from Pennsylvanian artist Petal precedes the main event and is tragically disregarded by sections of the audience. Not even her exquisite cover of Fleetwood Mac’s Silver Springs could grasp the attention of many but it’s nothing personal; for reasons beyond comprehension the crowd are as distractedly chatty throughout the entire show.

Arriving solo to the stage Rose-Garcia begins in familiar territory that sees the most vocal of his audience joining in. Armed with just an electric guitar and his suitcase kick drum and tambourine combo Roll The Bones glistens. The Perfect Parts swings into a pretty rendition of Pansy Waltz before he is joined by the other three members of his band. Christopher Boosahda on drums, Jon Shaw on bass and Patrick O’Connor on guitar complete the Shakey Graves touring line-up as well as being the core performers on the latest album. Immediately the more sophisticated beat behind Big Bad Wolf introduces the next chapter of the show gently. The mesmeric chirp of guitar on Mansion Door distracts from the darkness in its lyrics while the airy shuffling blues of Dining Alone lays its misery bare. The mood is never quite sullen and Rose-Garcia’s expression always tells more than each tale reveals.

Unknown Legend is the point where it really comes together, where the band and crowd are fully invested and committed to the groove; guitars are playing off one another, smiles are being exchanged and Rose-Garcia is especially talkative and comfortable in his banter. Excuses capitalises on this sweet moment with particularly dynamic playing – loud drums against soft vocals – matching the urgency of the lyrics “I can’t wait for summer, I can’t wait for spring / I can’t wait for someone who can’t wait for me”. It’s a natural climax at this point of the night and is followed up with yet another change of pace. Adequately sweaty for now, the band takes their leave to allow for a set of rootsier acoustic songs; Tomorrow, Family Tree and City In A Bottle prove to be definite crowd-pleasers with phones hoisted to film throughout, while the poignant Word of Mouth closes out the set in hushed awe. It’s a lengthy moral that ebbs and flows, drawing the crowd in until they’re hanging on every word. Shakey Graves is the complete entertainer at this point; he sticks his plectrum to his sweaty forehead for a time and dances on the spot. The crowd goes nuts. As the band returns and is officially introduced there’s a sense that the night is still just warming up but quickly then the realisation that we are, in fact, nearing the end settles and the crowd becomes restless and shouty once more.

A boisterous and out of tune singalong ensues on Dearly Departed which, from the band, seems to lack effort in the face of such an energetic reception. Rose-Garcia acknowledges the strict curfew saying “I’m not even going to fake going off” as he ventures one final morbid tale; Late July. The ending hits hard and he blows a kiss from the stage before waving farewell to his adoring fans. With such an extensive back catalogue to choose from, sixteen songs is never going to feel like enough for the cult of Shakey, but they take what they can get and show their fervent appreciation. It’s not so hard to settle for quality over quantity and there’s no disputing; this was a quality performance.

John Butler Trio – Barrowland Ballroom

Live music, Music Review

John Butler Trio’s latest album Home is an introspective detour on the Australian songwriter’s journey. While many artists start off their careers drawing on their internal struggles and gradually looking outwards John Butler, whilst being outspoken on public matters of social, political and environmental significance, has kept his innermost self quite private. The new album, released on September 28th, touches on subjects close to the songwriter’s heart including the joyous miracle of finding his soulmate in the middle of nowhere, as well as his developing battle with anxiety. Sonically and thematically it’s a substantial step away from his previous work, showcasing a more polished pop aesthetic with synths, drum machines and especially charming melodies. Some critics may have been disappointed but it is undeniably refreshing to hear a new development in any artist’s catalogue, particularly one with as many influences as John Butler has synthesised in the last 20-odd years of his career.

Within two weeks of the album’s release the band opened their European tour at Glasgow’s Barrowlands. Fellow Australian-Samoan singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Bobby Alu set the show up beautifully in support, with his laidback ukulele tunes and warm, soulful voice. He was well received by the early crowd who seemed to grow in size, evermore endeared to the gentle sway of his songs whether in English or Samoan, there was a very natural enjoyment to his being on stage with some people even calling for more when he took his leave.

It seems ominous then that when John Butler reached the stage he was nervous, however the crowd were elated and generous in response and the music flowed easily. Jaunty Tahitian Blue and the heavier Wade In The Water introduced the new material before Butler let slide on Betterman. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous tonight” he declared as he positioned his banjo before flawlessly fingerpicking his way into Better Than. Perhaps debuting so many new songs in one live session had him on edge but it hardly showed, only his minimal conversation suggested he had things on his mind. Eight out of the eighteen songs on the setlist came from Home but there were plenty of crowd-pleasers in the mix too. The earthy, slow blues jam Blame It On Me had the crowd so mesmerised that by the time the solo had wrapped up and every possible kind of effect had been wrung from the guitar, there was a delayed eruption of applause. Pickapart brought the audience out of their daze and saw limbs flying as bodies failed to resist its funky bass line. A fifteen minute rendition of Ocean was delivered solo with as much tenderness and passion as an orchestra could summon; an epic guitar odyssey in open C, filling the night with the simplest of dazzling green lights. It’s the highlight of any John Butler performance. Expanded to a five-piece for this tour (billed as John Butler TRIO+) the band switched instruments regularly and made good use of the extra hands particularly on the title track Home which featured four of the five drumming in unison over dark synth and bass. Funky Tonight left the crowd begging for more and the band obliged with a two song encore; between the resonant, swirling acoustic guitar and communal drumming circle, latest album closer We Want More displayed its tribal colours, before Butler invited the crowd to sing their hearts out with him on the rootsy hit Zebra. “It doesn’t have to be pretty, it just has to be loud” he encouraged. That it certainly was, albeit in a very relaxed, casual and organic kind of way. You wouldn’t expect more from a John Butler Trio audience really, just an abundance of peace and love, and that was exactly how the night ended.