It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas ‘round these parts, with presents laid on the tables around Soyo and a line up that would make the elves wish they hadn’t bothered working all year to fill the fat man in reds sack full of delights for good children.
With warm greetings from our host for the evening, the enigmatic CK Goldiing, we were ready and set for Manchester band Frazer King starting the evening off.
A hard to define band six piece Frazer King certainly have a way with their sounds and stage presence. Not being able to put a finger on something is a writer’s worst nightmare, still they don’t sound like Oasis yet they do have a certain swagger. There’s banter from their front man who ahead of each song dedicates it everything from wanking, politics and even to the meaning of Christmas. If this was stand up we’d be on to a winner.
Musically, Frazer King, seem to embrace the moment. There are harmonies, sounds of an old fashion fairground and a somewhat worldly resonance with a recognisable beat. It’s something different to the usual sounds the rest of the world has become accustom too, but it’s rather good.
One of the highlights of Sheffield’s music scene, Screaming Maldini are next to hit the stage. They bring about an air of loveliness as they weave through a variety of songs. The highlight comes from the recently released Winter Stars the whole place actually feels like Christmas is just around the corner; if it only it had snowed then the moment would just have been magical. There’s dancing, there’s clapping and we’re all wrapped in a huge Maldini hug, ready for the joys of The Book Club.
Last time these played (Book Club) it was “full to capacity”, tweeted SOYO live. Thanks for the warning. I literally felt like a cheeseburger in Somalia. “Can anyone hear build us a boat?” said lead singer Joe Carnall in reference to their song ‘Dad’s Army’. More like an oxygen tent to breathe. Its standard procedure though. Sheffield, Book Club, Free, equals class gig. The hype met expectation. Raucous crowd signing along is what makes live gigs, and it somewhat eased the annoyance of some guys armpit almost in my face trying to get a view of the band. I understood of course. I mean this could be their last gig if the world does happen to end, so the decision to play in an located within an ex historic Methodist church was fitting in a sense (final prayers) I heard a girl shout “he’s my sister’s history teacher”, that’s in reference to Joe. Knowledge is most certainly power. Hence why the witty lyrics and references to historical subject matter keeps you entertained just as much as the catchy bass line and guitar hooks. History invariably repeats itself, which is why next time I attend a hometown gig (if I’m still alive of course) I will become better prepared for sweaty armpits.