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Monday, 23 April 2018

Last Great Dreamers - Nice N Sleazy (Glasgow) 21/04/18


No matter how you engage with live music it is a fact that not every single show you attend will send you home with a jaw aching smile etched on your face, a ringing in your ears that is competing with the roaring beat of your heart, and a belief that rock and roll can change the world.
They come few and far between at the best of times, but when they do they serve to reaffirm your faith in all that is good about diving headlong into music.
If you do manage to be in the right place at the right time to experience one of these gigs then they serve to act as a solid adrenaline kick to the system, an amphetamine rush to the senses that makes the world sharper, brighter, and just that bit easier to deal with.
And that’s exactly what the Last Great Dreamers delivered when they rolled into Glasgow to dispense their own brand of elegantly wasted rock and roll.
It was one of those rare as rocking horse shit gigs that provided a huge dose of undiluted high octane salvation from the grind of life.

Yeah, okay, I’m a sucker for the style of music they play, but that being said I have seen plenty of bands do variations of it, and while I’ve had a blast at the time it’s fair to say few press down as hard on all my buttons as these guys do.
Hanoi Rocks did it. The New York Dolls too. It’s not that I’m claiming that the Last Great Dreamers are impersonators of these bands, but rather that they share the energy levels and attitude that they had. When you go and see the Last Great Dreamers it’s all one hundred percent Last Great Dreamers that you get. They aren't imposters to the throne, but rather they are the descendents just waiting to be told to take a seat.

That I was unaware of who they were mere months ago is something that I’m coming to terms with. I could have had years worshiping at their altar but with my attention diverted elsewhere I missed out. That’s the past now, and there’s no point spilling hot tears onto the keyboard dwelling on it because I’m here now.
And late to the party I might be, but I’m ready to spread the word like some gutter preacher with an evangelical hard on for this band.

Ask me to give them marks out of ten for their set and I will look you directly in the eye and say it was about a twenty. I dare you to even question the logic to that reply.

Unfortunately the tour is finished now. You missed it, and you are now going to have to take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror and accept that you let yourself down.
On the upside they will be back. There are some festival dates in the pipeline and hopefully I can persuade them to come back to Scotland at some point in the not too distant future. I want a piece of this pie.

It’s still early in the year, and we have already enjoyed some very special gigs, but this wasn't one of those very special ones. It was more than that. Much more.  



Friday, 23 March 2018

Last Great Dreamers - 13th Floor Renegades


Imagine if Hanoi Rocks took their cue from The Small Faces and The Who rather than from The New York Dolls, The Rolling Stones, and other such rockers.
Well imagine no more because Last Great Dreamers are writing the music you can hear in your head.
There's something quintessentially English about them. Like Gary Holton with The Heavy Metal Kids they have that cheeky chappy a nods as good as a wink shtick sorted out, but there's far more going on than a punk rock Oliver Twist story.
It's as if someone has thrown a handful of the mod revival bands into the Hydron Collider and seen what happens when you smash them into the UK's trashy glam rock acts that spawned from punk.
And the fusion ultimately works too.
It's rock and roll dark matter created that will suck us all in and turn us inside out.
Now how good does that sound?
Well now consider that these words just aren't covering it. They don't come close. It's actually better than that.
The terrace stomp of the seventies, the summer of love, the sunset strip, Camden Market and a soupçon of Soho. It's all there. From the sixties through to now, and even a taste of Britpop to flavour it further.
It's a heady mix of a trip of an album, and you can even dance to the fucker.
I bladdy love it.