Electric Octopus, Woodstock 69, Porto, 30.03.2018

words: Guilherme Lucas (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro ); photos: Guilherme Lucas

Electric Octopus, a trio from Belfast, UK, gave a concert last Friday at Woodstock 69, out of all the usual conventions within rock concerts. Because they played three sets apart and possibly played three hours or even a little more. The Woodstock 69 had a flood of public who knew what was going for (this time the bar was really at capacity), and, in that sense, no one was left disappointed in their expectations, as well as the band itself that, at the end, informed it was their first time in Portugal, but that they would return to WS69, because they loved the environment created around their performance.

Electric Octopus are a very curious collective, outside of the common parameters within current instrumental and psychedelic rock. They have a very own and remarkable speech, that, I believe, few will be indifferent to their music and show. Because it has an extensive, interesting and very varied discography in terms of musical latitudes, because they are essentially, psychedelic, but excellent performers in the combustion of distortion and fuzz of other genres, such as funk, blues, jazz and even reggae. That is, they have no sound barriers; the sound of the band always looks for meetings and fusions among several musical genres. But what sets them apart from almost every band is their admirable ability to make their music come out of a loto f improvisation, in a jam-session registry.

And the fact is, live it is notorious and impresses anyone. Playing three hours in almost jam mode is not usual and honestly, I have no memory of having watched such (and I have thousands of live bands my memory ark). Another aspect to be valued was to note the group’s uncompromising openness in allowing and encouraging elements of the audience to intervene throughout their show, sometimes singing (or improvising) on ​​stage, sometimes dancing in a shamanic way. One constant of the ambience of the show was the complete neo-hippie spirit of communion among the majority of the audience with the band, which was unique and rare to see. Another point where the band fascinated me were the moments of complete surprise that it can offer in terms of intensities. In a three hours show one expects repeated forms and structures, equal intensities … but when we no longer expect something different to happen, expecting only more of the same, behold, the trio always offers a surprise in a fulminating way, without previous warning; at times calm and hypnotic or a rhythmic energy in combustion, sometimes funky, other times rock. And when that happens – and it has always occurred throughout the show – believe me it is a very good thing of which I am speaking of. I am of the opinion that all rock lovers should, at least once in their lives, see Electric Octopus live. It’s always a different experience, and in itself, that is worthy.

 

texto e fotos: Guilherme Lucas

Os Electric Octopus, trio de Belfast, Reino Unido, deram na passada sexta-feira um concerto no Woodstock 69, fora de todos os convencionalismos usuais dentro de concertos de rock. Porque tocaram três sets intervalados e possivelmente terão tocado três horas, ou até um pouco mais. O Woodstock 69 teve uma enchente de público que sabia ao que ia (desta vez o bar estava mesmo cheio), e nesse sentido, ninguém saiu defraudado nas suas expetativas, bem como a própria banda que informou no final que era a sua primeira vez em Portugal, mas que iam regressar ao WS69, pois adoraram todo o ambiente criado em volta da sua atuação. Os Electric Octopus são um coletivo muito curioso e fora dos parâmetros comuns dentro do rock instrumental e psicadélico da atualidade. Tem um discurso tão próprio e marcante, que acredito, poucos ficarão indiferentes à sua música e espetáculo. Porque tem uma extensa, interessante e muito variada discografia em termos de latitudes musicais, porque são essencialmente psicadélicos, mas intérpretes exímios na combustão da distorção e do fuzz de outros géneros, como o funky, o blues, o jazz e até o reggae. Ou seja, não tem fronteiras sonoras; o som da banda procura sempre encontros e fusões entre vários géneros musicais. Mas o que os diferencia de quase todas as bandas é a sua capacidade admirável de a sua música ser fruto de muito improviso, num registo de jam-session. E o facto é que ao vivo isso é notório e impressiona qualquer um. Tocar três horas em quase modo jam não é usual e sinceramente, não tenho memória de ter assistido a tal (e milhares de bandas ao vivo estão no meu baú das memórias). Outro aspeto a valorizar foi constatar a abertura descomprometida do grupo em permitir e incentivar elementos do público a intervir ao longo do seu espetáculo, ora cantando (ou improvisando) em palco, ora dançando de forma xamânica. Uma constante do ambiente do espetáculo foi o completo espírito de comunhão neo-hippie entre a maioria do público com a banda, e que foi único e raro de se ver. Outro ponto em que a banda me fascinou foram os momentos de completa surpresa que a mesma consegue oferecer em termos de intensidades. Em três horas de espetáculo compreende-se que haja formas e estruturas que são repetidas, intensidades iguais… mas quando já não esperamos que dali ocorra algo diferente, esperando só mais do mesmo, eis que o trio oferece sempre uma surpresa de forma fulminante e sem aviso prévio; ora calma e hipnótica ou então de uma energia rítmica em combustão, ora funky, ora rock. E quando isso ocorre – e ocorreu sempre ao longo do espetáculo – acreditem que é de coisa muito boa da qual estou a falar. Sou da opinião que todos os amantes de rock deviam ver, pelo menos uma vez na vida, os Electric Octopus ao vivo. É sempre uma experiência diferente, e já vale só por isso.

Sean Riley & The Slowriders + The Legendary Tigerman, Hard Club, Porto, 02.03.2018, (Misfit’s presentation) – Part 2

 

words: Guilherme Lucas (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Guilherme Lucas

The Legendary Tigerman (Paulo Furtado’s alter-ego), presented his latest album, Misfit in Porto, this time with a support band (it has been presenting himself live this way since 2014), leaving aside all his “one man band” trademark that helped to solidify an already long and very remarkable career of undeniable success (at least a media one), whatever that may be when, in some way, one has never truly come out of the underground, as it is the case. On Hard Club’s sala 1 at full capacity, completely surrended to the musician from the beginning to the end of the concert, Paulo Furtado and companions gave an excellent concert, more sound and restrained than remarkable, be it understood.

It is undeniable that with a band The Legendary Tigerman gains a weight and a deeper and more developed dimension in the interpretation of his older and more recent repertoire (especially in the parts with the saxophone, that are simply amazing); in some songs it is understandable and perceptible the difference between the now and then; there are moments in which I glimpse among the more elaborated sound the matrix that used to be more raw, deliciously primitive even, but that was the fundamental and had always worked well.

So that there are no doubts, it still works well, but not exactly the same way and reach. I wonder, was something lost along the way? Yes, I have no doubt about it. But it matters to whom? Only for an audience that is more resilient and focussed in the musician’s past, of which I am part of. It seems to me that Paulo Furtado’s need to found new formulas is completely logic and intelligent in order to revitalize Tigerman’s sound and, therefore, his own career (being audience’s renewal an important factor), that is why maybe insisting on past and exhausted formulas wasn’t the best way.

Hence, perhaps the current option with a band. An option that also reflects the dense rand more worked sound of Misfit, the latest album, an album that, overhaul, may reach a wider audience. There are no doubts that the group functions very well live: it is very cohesive and responsive, even during Paulo Furtado’s wildest performances, as shown the performance of the last song of the evening Twenty First Century Rock ‘n’ Roll, the truly sweeping and wild moment of the night, when the band “blow it apart” and the audience went crazy.

There was also an encore, this time just with Furtado and João Cabrita (saxophone) playing in superb and excellent way A Girl Called Home (one of the four extra tracks that make Misfit Ballads). This song is very glued to Baker Knight’s Lonesome Town, turned a hit by Ricky Nelson and later by The Cramps and therefore always captivating by its “almost” silence

I was hoping they would play Sleeping Alone, Misfit’s biggest gem, but, to my disappointment, that didn’t happen. I left the concert thinking: I have seen many bands of which I was an early fan, when nobody had any hope for them, and these walked firmly the long and thorny road towards success, without hesitation. Later, they evolved towards the stature of big bands with merit, because one does not reach so high without it.

But on the way they have always lost precious ballast that mischaracterised them from their beginning, and, therefore, leave a longing. New audiences, of a more generic taste (often questionable), round up on that hard road which, aside being normal is one of the basic rules of success or mediatisation in the circle one moves in.

One also has to take in account the generational renewal, which is always healthy. The pride of had seen, as a pioneer, something extremely unique and extraordinary for the time, on a distant Christmas Day in 1998, in the old Hard Club, in de Gaia, when a “young” Tigerman presented himself in his original format, for the first time in Porto, to the half a dozen “mavericks” in the audience, playing Naked Blues, especially Fuck Christmas, I Got The Blues, that is unforgettable, it will forever “remain”. The path each of wants to follow or to stay on, only concerns each individual, all being worth and with merit. And that is it.

 

texto e fotos: Guilherme Lucas

Sean Riley & The Slowriders + The Legendary Tigerman (apresentação do álbum “Misfit”) – The Legendary Tigerman (o alter-ego de Paulo Furtado), apresentou no Porto o seu último trabalho de nome “Misfit” e desta vez com uma banda de apoio (pelo menos tem-se apresentado assim ao vivo desde 2014), deixando de fora toda a sua imagem de marca de “one man band” que o ajudou a cimentar uma já longa e muito assinalável carreira de inegável sucesso (pelo menos mediático), seja isso o que for quando, de alguma forma, nunca se saíu verdadeiramente do underground, como é o caso. Numa sala 1 do Hard Club completamente cheia e rendida ao músico desde o início até ao final do espetáculo, Paulo Furtado e companheiros deram um ótimo concerto, mais sólido e contido do que memorável, entenda-se. É inegável que The Legendary Tigerman com banda adquire um peso e uma dimensão mais profunda e evoluída na interpretação do seu repertório antigo e mais recente (especialmente com as partes de saxofone, que são simplesmente excelentes); entende-se e percepciona-se em algumas músicas a diferença do antes e do agora; há momentos em que vislumbro no meio do som mais elaborado a matriz que antes era mais crua e até deliciosamente primitiva, mas que era o fundamental e que sempre funcionou bem. E continua a funcionar bem, que não haja dúvidas, mas não exatamente da mesma forma e alcance. Pergunto-me se algo se perdeu pelo caminho? Sim, não tenho dúvidas quanto a isso. E isso é importante para quem? Acho que só para um público mais resiliente e focado no passado do músico, do qual faço parte. Parece-me completamente lógica e inteligente a necessidade de encontrar novas fórmulas com vista à revitalização do som de Tigerman por parte de Paulo Furtado e por consequência da sua própria carreira (sendo a renovação de público um fator importante), e por isso talvez insistir em fórmulas passadas e esgotadas não fosse o melhor caminho. Daí talvez esta atual opção com banda. Opção que reflete também o som mais denso e trabalhado deste último álbum “Misfit”, um disco que no seu geral pode atingir o gosto de um público mais vasto e variado. Não restam dúvidas que o grupo funciona muito bem ao vivo: é muito coeso e responsivo, mesmo nas partes mais selvagens a nível performativo de Paulo Furtado, como é exemplo a interpretação do último tema da noite “Twenty First Century Rock ‘n’ Roll”, o momento verdadeiramente arrebatador e selvagem da noite em que a banda “partiu a loiça” e o público delirou. Houve ainda um encore, mas desta vez só com Furtado e João Cabrita (saxofone) a interpretarem de forma soberba o excelente tema “A Girl Called Home” (um dos quatro temas extras do álbum e que compôem as “Misfit Ballads”). Este tema é muito colado ao “Lonesome Town” de Baker Knight, feito sucesso por Ricky Nelson e mais tarde pelos The Cramps e por isso sempre cativante pelo seu “quase” silêncio. Esperava que tocassem o tema “Sleeping Alone”, a grande pérola do “Misfit”, mas isso não ocorreu, para desilusão minha. Saí do concerto com este pensamento: já vi muita banda de que era fã inicial, quando ainda ninguém dava nada por eles, e estes percorreram convictamente o longo e espinhoso caminho rumo ao sucesso, sem vacilar. Evoluíram mais tarde para o estatuto de grandes bandas com mérito, porque não se chega tão alto sem isso. Mas no caminho sempre soltaram lastro precioso que os descaraterizou dos primórdios e que por isso deixam saudades. Novos públicos, de gosto mais genérico (e muitas vezes duvidoso) se arrebanham nesse duro caminho, o que para além de ser normal é uma das regras básicas do sucesso ou da mediatização para se permanecer vivo no circuito em que se move. Há que também contar com a renovação geracional, o que é sempre saudável. Mas o orgulho de ter assistido como pioneiro a algo extremamente único e extraordinário para a época, num já muito longínquo dia de Natal de 1998, no antigo Hard Club de Gaia, quando um “jovem” Tigerman se apresentava no seu formato original pela primeira vez no Porto para meia dúzia de “gatos pingados” na assistência, a tocar o álbum Naked Blues e especialmente o “Fuck Christmas, I Got The Blues”, isso nunca se esquece e “fica” para sempre. O caminho que cada um quer seguir ou permanecer só diz respeito a cada um de nós, sendo todos eles dignos e meritórios. E é isto.

Sean Riley & The Slowriders + The Legendary Tigerman, Hard Club, Porto, 02.03.2018 (Misfit’s presentation) – Part 1

Sean Riley, Hard Club, Porto, 02.03.2018 by Guilherme Lucas_a
Sean Riley © Guilherme Lucas

words: Guilherme Lucas (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photo: Guilherme Lucas

It was up to Sean Riley (Afonso Rodrigues’s alter-ego), the task of opening for The Legendary Tigerman. Sean Riley presented himself solo, without his usual support band, Slowriders.  The musician presented the audience that filled Hard Club’s Sala 1, with a concert of irrepressible beauty (and in my view, perfect), even during the short amount of time he was on stage. It is always risky for a musician to present itself solo with just a guitar and its voice (and Afonso Rodrigues’s voice is simply extraordinary, not to say amazing … there, I said it), but, in the case it was a winning bet. It is necessary to face these challenges with audacity and the certainty that simplicity and beauty always win, regardless of formats and heterogeneous audiences. That’s what happened. Sean Riley is a good example of a very interesting Folk/Rock singer-songwriter with intimate lyrics that matter to be listened to, because they are deep, sensitive and rare. For me, It was interesting to have realised, during the performance, the utter irrelevance of reference his sound and his voice in comparison with other historic and veteran singer-songwriters that, perhaps, may have been an influence to the “pupil”. Maybe the reason being that Sean Riley had already found his own way; his place, his comfort zone. In a fascinating and touching way.

 

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1 – Sean Riley & The Slowriders + The Legendary Tigerman, Hard Club, Porto, 02.03.2018 –

texto e foto: Guilherme Lucas

Sean Riley & The Slowriders + The Legendary Tigerman (apresentação do álbum “Misfit”) – Esteve a cargo de Sean Riley (ou o alter-ego de Afonso Rodrigues), a tarefa de abrir para The Legendary Tigerman. Sean Riley apresentou-se a solo, sem os seus habituais Slowriders como banda de suporte. O músico presenteou a assistência que enchia a sala 1 do Hard Club, com um concerto de beleza irrepreensível (e a meu ver perfeito), mesmo até no curto espaço de tempo em que esteve em palco. É sempre arriscado para um músico apresentar-se a solo e só munido de uma guitarra e da sua voz (e a voz de Afonso Rodrigues é simplesmente extraordinária, para não dizer fabulosa… pronto, já disse), mas neste caso a aposta foi totalmente ganha. É preciso encarar estes desafios com audácia e a certeza de que a simplicidade e a beleza sempre triunfam, independentemente de formatos e de públicos heterogéneos. Foi isso que ocorreu. Sean Riley é um bom exemplo de um muito interessante cantautor Folk/Rock com letras intimistas que importam ser escutadas, pois são profundas, sensíveis e raras. Foi interessante para mim ter constatado, durante a sua atuação, a completa irrelevância de ter de referenciar o seu som e a sua voz por comparação com outros históricos e veteranos cantautores que eventualmente possam ter servido de influência ao “aluno”. Talvez a razão seja porque Sean Riley já encontrou há muito o seu próprio caminho; a sua praia, a sua zona de conforto. De forma tocante e fascinante

 

Black Bombaim & Luís Fernandes, Palácio dos Correios, Porto, 24.02.2018

Black Bombaim & Luís Fernandes, Palácio dos Correios, Porto, 24.02.2018

words: Guilherme Lucas (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); still: Guilherme Lucas

Last Saturday night, the second of three artist-in-residence (the last one will be in April) of the recording process of Black Bombaim’s upcoming album took place at Palácio dos Correios do Porto. The band, I presume, intending to revitalize their sound and also its career, chose, this time, to invite artists from different musical areas, so that, together, the trio’s sound would be extended to other sound latitudes. If that is so, I think that is a very intelligent attitude and is part of the natural development of any band, especially when the status and notoriety is achieved, as in the case of Black Bombaim.

In this second artist-in-residence the guest was Luís Fernandes, connected to electroacoustic music. The event took place in the 7th floor, a wide space apparently under construction or in need of an intervention but that revealed itself as a curious and very unlikely pleasant place for this artist in residence. With free admission to 80 people, all seated in two rows of circular chairs, so that the musicians took all the centre area, I couldn’t refrain from doing an association with clinical methods of group psychotherapy, with the obvious intention of letting each viewer fixate its gaze and attention, or let it wonder into fixed points or a number of the staged set.  As far as I am concerned, it turned out to be an excellent idea; quite effective. Luís Fernandes opened the artist in residence, playing alone for about fifteen minutes.

His musical universe is electronic music of psychedelic and atmospheric character, of erratic wandering and ambient noise, of electronic modulation in the moment, between drone and what seems to be improvisation. There were very interesting moments, where the sound textures created and organized by the musician criss-crossing with more adjustment and impact. It was on this context that Black Bombaim entered the staged set, to start their demolishing performance. The performance didn’t last more than seven, eight minutes and where it was possible for me, to perceive parts of a great interconnection between the four musicians, and other moments in which I was not able at all to conclude about said interconnection.

I say it because, when Black Bombaim finished their “first” theme …the artist-in-residence was over. It was more than obvious most of the audience was left astounded by it, requesting timidly one more theme, but to no avail. The performance didn’t last more than 20-25 minutes, but considering Black Bombaim’s performance when it was starting to “heat”, it most likely didn’t reach ten minutes.

To me, it was too short a rehearsal to be able to draw conclusions of what I have been listening to, I will reserve for myself, and for latter, a more solid opinion about the band’s upcoming album as well as the video documentary about the three artist-in-residence.

 

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texto e still: Guilherme Lucas

No passado sábado à noite, consumou-se no Palácio dos Correios do Porto, a segunda residência de três (a última será em Abril), do processo de gravação do próximo álbum dos Black Bombaim. A banda, presumo com a intenção de revitalizar o seu som e também a sua carreira, optou desta vez por convidar artistas de áreas musicais diversas, para em conjunto, estender para outras latitudes sonoras o som do trio. A ser isto, acho que essa é uma atitude muito inteligente e que faz parte da evolução natural de qualquer banda, principalmente quando se atinge um estatuto de notoriedade, como é o caso dos Black Bombaim. Nesta segunda residência o músico convidado foi Luís Fernandes, ligado à música eletroacústica. O evento realizou-se no sétimo andar, num amplo espaço aparentemente em obras ou a necessitar de intervenção, mas que se revelou um curioso e muito agradável local improvável para a realização desta residência. Com entrada livre a 80 pessoas, todas elas sentadas em duas filas de cadeiras em disposição circular, de forma a que os músicos ocupassem toda a área central, não consegui deixar de fazer uma associação a métodos clínicos de psicoterapia de grupo, com a evidente intenção de deixar cada espetador fixar ou deixar vaguear o seu olhar e atenção em pontos fixos ou diversos do cenário montado. Quanto a mim, revelou-se uma excelente ideia; bem eficaz. Luís Fernandes deu início a esta residência, atuando sozinho durante perto de quinze minutos. O seu universo musical é a música eletrónica de pendor psicadélico e atmosférico, de divagação errática e de ruído ambiental, de modulação eletrónica no momento, entre o drone e o que aparenta ser improviso. Houve momentos bem interessantes, onde as texturas sonoras que o músico ia criando e organizando se entrecruzavam com mais acerto e impacto. É neste contexto que os Black Bombaim entram no cenário montado, para dar início a uma prestação demolidora. Foi uma atuação que não demorou mais do que sete, oito minutos e onde me foi possível percecionar partes de uma grande interligação entre os quatro músicos, e outros momentos em que não consegui concluir de todo quanto a essa mesma total interligação. E digo isto, pois quando os Black Bombaim acabaram de tocar o “primeiro” tema… a residência tinha terminado. Era mais do que evidente que a maioria do público ficara atónito com o facto, havendo tentativas tímidas de pedidos de mais um tema, mas em vão. A atuação não demorou mais de 20-25 minutos, mas considerando a prestação dos Black Bombaim, quando a coisa estava a “aquecer”, esta não deve ter chegado aos dez minutos. Para mim foi um ensaio demasiado curto para conseguir tirar conclusões sobre o que me foi dado ouvir, por isso reservarei para mim, e para mais tarde, uma opinião mais sólida sobre o próximo álbum da banda e também do documentário em vídeo, onde estas três residências serão o mote do mesmo.

 

 

Tulsa + Cavalheiro (Falsa Fé album presentation) @ Passos Manuel, Porto, 15.02.2018.

words: Guilherme Lucas; photos: Raquel Pinheiro

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Cavalheiro

 

Tulsa, a new band from Porto (at least for me) were Cavalheiro’s opening act, in a short and brief concert, however leaving very positive and pleasant impressions about their sound and project for the near future. Haunted by a North American imaginary from Charles Bukowski’s poetry to sounds that could belong to Velvet Underground and, therefore, Cowboy Junkies or Mazzy Star, the band offered us a discrete sound of a fragile lightness that, at times, ravishingly impresses, always accompanied by an excellent vocalist/voice. It is a music of silences, of word, and that needs to be listened with the necessary attention to this typology. Passos Manuel stage, with a seated audience couldn’t be a better place for it.Tulsa gave a good concert and are recomendable.Lets, therefore , wait for new episodes from this very promising band.

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Cavalheiro

While I write, I remarkably notice that Cavalheiro is the Portuguese musical project that I have been following for a longer time with the special attention of an assumed fan of a well-kept (desired by me) secret, without breaks or disappointments, since (practically) the dawn of this original project by Tiago Ferreira. Had originally known him as a Veados com Fome musician, a very interesting band I liked (I saw a good concert of them at Porto-Rio some ten years ago), it was with pleasant surprise that I reacted to Cavalheiro’s appearance. Surprise, because, since the first contact with the project, I considered it completely audacious and of an uncommon beauty, with truly fabulous songs, the best that have been made in this small corner since nearly a decade. Since 2011 that I see myself, like a pilgrim, attending its albums presentation concerts, always split between Passos Manuel or Maus Hábitos, in what already looks like a tradition.

Once more, there I was, this time on the release of its latest album called Falsa Fé. Cavalheiro (Tiago Ferreira) offered the audience and excellent concert, in its informal and intelligently ironic, but very professional way. Always supported by excellent musicians, the songs were played with spot on depth and intensity. Even with several backline problems along the show, the band never let on the nervousness that could come from it. Quite the opposite, it attacked each song with enlightenment and mastery. In Cavalheiro’s discography there are always gems; sometimes more, sometimes fewer and I think the new album is at the same level of the previous ones, which is always great to note, and, in that sense it also has three or four gems for my personal taste. This to say that differente tastes are not discussed, but that everything that now happens in Cavalheiro is the logic consequence and result of an excellent Primeiro (the project’s 1st album) where the future of the present time was already there.

We love bands because, somehow, they always offer us and in time, songs that are part of the soundtrack of our life. Each one, in different styles and genres, fill moments we will never forget; they are like a perfume: enliven our memory; reminding us of past people and contexts. In the repertoire of Cavalheiro there are some songs that are definetely part of the soundtrack of my life.

 

Raoul Vignal, CCOP – Círculo Católico de Operários do Porto, Porto, 04.02.2018.

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words: Guilherme Lucas; photos: Raquel Pinheiro

French singer-songwriter Raoul Vignal, ended his small tour of two weeks – with a couple of concerts in neighbouring Galiza – Sunday night at Salão do Círculo Católico de Operários do Porto, albeit have been playing across Europe since the beginning of the year that will still take him, in coming days, to the Czech Republic and, later, to a few more concerts in France.

Raoul Vignal is a new emerging talent in French music (and, therefore, global, since we live in an era of immediate contact through the Web). His musical style is, essentially, characterized by a solid and singular technique of classic guitar plucking, of a levity and frailty at times complex, but pleasantly impacting, always “drawing” fascinating sound landscapes of melancholy, loneliness and longing. Combined with an unusual, but captivating, voice timbre – that we can consider more as a lament or whisper – the final product is of undeniable quality and very interesting to be listened with deserving attention. In a wider and more encompassing sense the comparison in search of references that help us situate his musical style, Raoul Vignal is the artist closest to the mighty Nick Drake that I was able to hear of late. There are – obviously – differences between both, but it is also impossible not to ascertain the commonalities that are found in both artists’ music. When the comparison is to Nick Drake, we are always talking of exceptional quality. Always.

In a freezing hall, with an attentive audience, Raoul Vignal, managed to warm, as much as possible, our hearts and souls. Very nice and always in a constant interaction with the audience, speaking about his lasts days on tour or what the next song was about, the artist promised to return, but, the next time, with a band. It was an excellent concert, and, at the end, I took comfort in the idea (hopefully not daring), that I watched a concert of an artist that may still become important and a reference to many.

 

Sereias + Wand – part 2: Wand, Hard Club, Porto, 02.02.2018.

 

words: Guilherme Lucas; photos: Raquel Pinheiro

Wand’s concert, in essence, an American Psychedelic Rock band (their music also denotes other different and heavier genres within Rock) was, as far as I am concerned, a bit lukewarm, and underperformed my expectations. It was a concert with two distinct energies and at two different tempus, with their new material, titled “Plum” released late 2017,  much to “blame”, and that, in my opinion, is the least interesting of the whole of the band’s discography. It is a little monotonous, in same parts even boring, without much flame. However, understand that Wand have great songs in all their discography, looking like a band that seems to invest more in a melting pot of different music genres than choosing a single path. Therefore, they are a band of different registers, which does not mean they are bad. Even because the band is good and has some truly excellent songs, offering a repertoire with great quality to please everybody. But live, performing their most recent songs, those different energies show a lot. when playing their most recent songs. They both enter a far-fetched slightly boring area on a Psychedelic level as well as, right after, explode with amazing and more direct songs, some in a deliciously Surf register, remembering a little Pixies/Muse. Essentially, the band lives from its mentor, founder singer/guitarist Cory Hanson, a nice guy that truly loves Porto, going as far as saying it is the most beautiful city in the world (and he does not say it ironically). Master of a brilliant voice timbre and a great guitarist at every level, it on him that all attention falls upon. In that sense, it is difficult to imagine the rest of the band without him. I think that, on the whole, the majority of the audience, that had Hard Club Sala 2 at nearly capacity, liked the band’s performance. The hampered encore, when most people had already left the room, should had been better “timed”. In short: Wand are a good band with things worthy being heard. They have gems, and (to me) that is what matters.

Sereias + Wand – part 1: Sereias, Hard Club, Porto, 02.02.2018.

 

words: Guilherme Lucas; photos: Raquel Pinheiro

I went to this concert with vested curiosity to assess the impact of a band with such disruptive sound as Sereias on an audience that was mostly there for Wand, and, therefore, possibly also with musical tastes far away from Porto’s group ones. In the first place, this looked like an improbable concert because both bands are significantly different in their sound and aesthetics. But, for that very reason, I liked this type of improbability; it shows courage and boldness, and an organization that promotes such events, with bands from different sound latitudes, rather than bet on those with similar ones, and, as such, predictable within a single musical taste.

In general, I found that the audience’s reaction to Sereias sound was very positive; I think better, in this context, would be difficult. We witnessed those moments in which we watch those around us, at first astounded with what was offered them to listen, but who, slowly, started to shake their head to the band’s machine and demential sound. And allow themselves go because Sereias have the gift of slowly making us enter their unique and chaotic sound and aesthetic world, in an almost hypnotic fashion. And,if you enter, you will never come out. You will remain there forever.

The band offered a very solid performance, always different from the previous ones I saw, with very intense moments. Once again with a different line-up. And, this time, for a nearly at capacity Hard Club Sala 2. This is a band that evolves in randomness; what we witnessed is more intuitive or accidental than rational, except, obviously, the natural benchmark points (for the band), of differentiating themes. It should be noted that, among sonic smithereens,there is an endearing and deep saxophone sound that arises and offers a unique jazzy Punk class and charisma; it is the most preponderant and melodic component in the band. Then, there is the poetry and António Pedro Ribeiro’s violent and insane recitation. In my opinion, there is more contestation and shock culture meaning in his poetry than in “hundreds” of politicized Punk Hardcore bands and alike. The difference is that with Sereias the word gets through (even during the more cacophonous moments) and if we listen to it (to the word) it will mark us forever, making us ponder because of its shocking surprise and cruel content.

After the concert I was left with the feeling that Sereias are the new Hype of a certain Porto’s underground, inside and out Rock and Arty typology. The band that, these days gets talked about or is being talked about.

 

Scott Kelly & John Judkins, Understage, Rivoli, Porto, 27.01.2018.

Last Saturday, Scott Kelly, guitarist, singer and founder of the famous American Experimental Metal band Neurosis presented himself in an acoustic version assisted by multi-instrumentalist John Judkins, at Understage, Rivoli, Porto.

Playing for a large audience, that nearly filled the room, the duo offered a concert of remarkable grim beauty, made of rare songs that play as few can with silence and the power of words. There is an obvious feeling of life and art interest in Scott Kelly’s dedication in handling down the legacy of the great American folk, country and blues singer-songwriters (as signaled in truly breathtaking covers of Neil Young’s Cortez The Killer and Townes Van Zandt’s Tecumseh Valley). Actually, and essentially, Kelly’s repertoire is no more than country/folk songs adapted to a darker and heavier aestetics, connected with the greatest influences from artists of his generation (Swans, Black Flag, Black Sabbath, Amebix, Pink Floyd, etc.), the way of reaching it has a lot to do with the slow, dragged and deliciously repetitive way of his acoustic chords along with a disciplined vocals where words space is always respected, where the message always get through , because it gets heard, because it shows itself, because it is fundamental to the whole. One can ask, is it an easy thing?  Not at all. The way Scott Kelly reinterprets all that musical legacy is extremely original, and, as I’ve said before, of touching beauty. For me, it was like watching a concert from an original Johnny Cash of my generation.

Extremely pleased with the audience that listened silently and enthusiastically applauded them at the end of each song, Scott Kelly confided publicly this was the biggest crowd of all the tour and thanked the very respectful and generous behaviour of the audience towards the duo’s performance. For this reason, because it matters to him, he promised to return again in the future. He will be very welcomed.

(words: Guilherme Lucas; photos: Raquel Pinheiro)