Thursday 12 September 2013

Babyshambles in Bristol - The Last Of The Rock Romantics.





Yesterday I attended what was my last gig in Bristol after it being a suitable setting for seeing my favourite bands throughout my adolescence, and what a high to end it on (no pun intended) with Babyshambles. Miraculously and surprisingly the band arrived on stage vaguely on time, suggesting that perhaps the tables have turned and could we possibly see a punctual and more reserved, mellow Peter Doherty? No, is the simple and straight answer to that. Babyshambles embrace the debauchery and chaotic nature of Doherty's prowess on stage, and last night certainly proved that those elements were still potent in the bands manifesto.
The band began the night of exponential chaos with 'Delivery' from the Shotters Nation LP to a devoted and welcoming crowd, beer was thrown, members of the crowd were taken out by security who shared increasingly uneasy looks of concern on their faces, and Doherty immediately had the crowd in his hands like some sort of punk puppeteer.

Babyshambles then delved into the songs from their recent LP 'Sequel to the Prequel' including 'Nothing Comes To Nothing' 'Farmers Daughter' and 'Fall From Grace'. 'Nothing Comes To Nothing' particularly seems to bare resemblances to the likes of The Smiths, which is no surprise as Peter regularly cites The Smiths as being a huge influence, that juxtaposed with Peter's raw, raspy and unrefined vocals gives it that raw, iconic, British punk sound. The main premise of the difference of a Babyshambles gig to any other, is the fans. Peter Doherty's fans are unambiguously devoted and erupt with complete admiration and glorification when in close proximity to such an important icon in the music world, thus creating a distinct atmosphere. The justification for such idolization of a character so hounded by the press is also just as transparent. It was The Libertines that broke the
boundaries between the fans and the band with their infamous gigs at their London flat, intimate venues and a proclaimed appreciation and respect for their fans. It would appear that this tradition has a line of continuity throughout Peter's work. The other point is how accessible he is, and this was emphasized last night with Peter taking gifts from the crowd, picking up trilbies, and actually talking to the crowd which appears to be something of a novelty with other artists today. His lyrics also seem to relate and identify with the youth more than anyone else, his observational method of writing such as 'There are few more distressing sights than that, of an English man in a baseball cap' has influenced songwriters such as Alex Turner. Being a published poet, and a well established singer/songwriter, it is no surprise that 'Sequel To The Prequel' is also filled with glimpses of natural creative genius, rejuvenating that affinity with the youth of today.


The other notable highlights were 'Fuck Forever' - nothing gives such a sense of comradery than hundreds of fans harmoniously singing (shouting) 'Fuck Forever' few live experiences will ever surpass that. 'Killamangiro' also sent the crowd descending into chaotic turmoil, of which was openly embraced by Peter. However, Peter entered classic shambles territory as he downed drinks with the crowds cheer and appraisal, and with bassist Drew looking on with concern and apprehension of what the rest of the night would entail. Just after the band unleashed 'Fuck Forever' half of the band mysteriously left the stage, leaving Peter to improvise with some old Libertines classics such as 'Time For Heroes' and 'Don't Look Back Into The Sun'. Luckily, Mick (guitarist) came on to help and they performed a Ska-esque version of 'I Get Along' with Peter trying to compensate for the missing drummer. It was completely unrehearsed, unexpected and all the more exciting. 'Unexpected' being enshrined in the core of Doherty's endearing and bewildering character.

 Mick then began playing the instantly recognisable chords to Oasis' 'Cigarettes and Alcohol' with an increasingly more rowdy and intoxicated Doherty singing along, and finally the Sound-tech guy joined the improvised, erratic set and provided the beat. Peter also covered 'Twist and Shout' and this brilliant unprecedented, unpredictable set
went on until the lights came up and the o2 pulled the plug on the microphone and the amps, leaving Doherty lying on the floor until he finally took the hints from Mick and walked of stage. It up-ended every expectation I had of Babyshambles, and myself and the rest of the fans shared the same mutual feeling of gratification, particularly when the set went wayward. The sense that we had witnessed something particularly special. I've seen The Rolling Stones, Arctic Monkeys and The Cure amongst others, but nothing comes close to what I was a part of last night. Peter definitely lived up to his notorious reputation of being the last of the rock romantics, the remnant of true British Rock n' Roll, and that for all his foibles embracing the best of British culture.




Thank you, and Goodbye Bristol. Next gigging Utopia, London.





If you haven't got hold of a copy of  'Sequel To The Prequel' then here's a taster of what's on the album.


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