Guest post – Dingle Bells, the final countdown: Tony Clayton-Lea at Other Voices
The last despatch from our man in Dingle Tony Clayton-Lea, who has been covering Other Voices for the paper and this blog. Big thanks to Tony for the guest blogs. That’s our contractual obligation to Co Kerry done and dusted …
The last despatch from our man in Dingle Tony Clayton-Lea, who has been covering Other Voices for the paper and this blog. Big thanks to Tony for the guest blogs. That’s our contractual obligation to Co Kerry done and dusted until next year….
It’s all over bar the screaming, and last night at St James Church there was plenty of that. Derry/Antrim band And So I Watch You From Afar followed the quite excellent singer-songwriter James Vincent McMorrow, and to say it was – as the travel brochures might tell us – an extreme of contrasts is something of an understatement.
While McMorrow, in his mumble-slur of a high-pitched voice brilliantly referenced classic soul singer Donny Hathaway, ASIWYFA – for whose specific slot at Other Voices earplugs were handed out – instead sounded as if they were influenced by the Thunder of the Gods. The sound was fantastic – all stops, starts and fusion of power and melody. What made them one of the standouts of the event, however, was the blending of almost lyrical blues figures (occasionally bringing to mind the mercurial fluidity of Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac) with the aggression of Crass. This was powerful, controlled music made by polite men with more orgasm-faces than is probably usual in such a sacred place.
After that performance, there was no going back. No, seriously. I didn’t go back to the church because I wanted to see what the gigs were like from one of the several pubs in Dingle that were streaming the shows live. So I went across to Benners Hotel and heard Smoke Fairies (too wispy for the my liking) and Lissie (a tad too Pat Benatar, perhaps?). I completely reneged on my responsibilities to stay up very late to watch Everything Everything because, frankly, I was knackered (lightweight – Ed). Indeed, I still am, so it’s sayonara baby from me at Dingle, and here’s to next year.