Showing posts with label Figgs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Figgs. Show all posts

Saturday, June 06, 2009

H-fi society

I think of The Figgs as being contemporaries of folks like Sloan and The Smithereens. Their long service hasn’t brought them a large audience, it’s certainly sharpened their talents as performers. As mentioned earlier, they've backed Replacement Tommy Stinson and Brit New Waver Graham Parker, who they sound like. Their show at Zaphod's only attracted a few dozen people, mostly in the early-thirties-to-forties demographic, but provided a lot of bang for the buck. They played some new stuff and their was a fun singalong of The Beatles' Bungalow Bill.

Yeah, Mike Gent and Peter Donnelly have a microphone each, but why not use just the one?



Standing on the riser wins extra rock points.



Peter Hayes likes funny faces.



Low light action!



You can only wear a leather jacket on stage for so long.



Faceoff action!



I think Gent likes standing on things like amplifiers ...



... and monitors ...



Big pre-encore finish!



Peter sings a little ditty of his own devising: "I own a van ... that's why I'm in this band ...."



And so on!





A swell show. I'm not sure I believe their declaration they're going to move here, but hopefully they'll be back before then. I heard whisperings that some local pals hope to bring them back for a show like Irene's.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

All night long

I went to Zaphod Beeblebrox last night to see noted pop purveyors The Figgs. The New York band is probably best known for backing Graham Parker, a duty they've also pulled for ex-Replacement Tommy Stinson; I first heard of them about a decade ago when someone gave me a very scratchy CD of their The Figgs Couldn't Get High. I think I might have seen them on one of their rare visits to Ottawa, but my memory is cloudy.

The opening band was The BushPilots, who I last saw at Bluesfest 2008; as then they were joined by Maureen from Good2Go for The Flying Burrito Brothers' Sin City.



The Figgs put on a hot set and debuted a few numbers - they must be thinking it's time for their next album.



That would have been enough entertainment for anyone's evening, but since Token, Guillotine and The Double Pumpers were playing a stag-and-doe party for Johnny O. of The Million Dollar Marxists and his fiancee Kiera I figured I'd go over to Babylon and catch the tail end of that.

The Double Pumpers were just starting as I walked in the door. Last time I saw them was for the release of Old Gold - more than a year - and since then they seem to have spent more time doing their Ukrainia thing. They were sounding super heavy at this gig, and played a great version of Iron Maiden's Wrathchild.



They finished things off around 12:30 ... I thought they were the last band of the evening, but I got the hint from Dave Martindale's remarks about "a reunion happening up here" that that was not in fact the case. As DJ Gaga Man (a.k.a. Ian Manhire) confirmed, Guillotine and Token had yet to hit the stage - I should have guessed from the lack of broken glass on the floor. I went off to eat some nachos and wait around for the chaos to come.

I haven't seen them play before as Guillotine, but drummer Tim has recently graced the blog as bass player and vocalist for Year Zero and behind the kit for Million Dollar Marxists. The rest of the guys I caught years ago at Mavericks performing as Roll Gypsy Roll.



Token features one time Million Dollar Marxists Steve Adamyk, Lee and Johnny O. on bass, guitar and drums respectively and the inimtable Owen Token on lead strangeness. Owen's been fronting Grizzlar of late, and is certainly one of the region's craziest lead singers. Last time I saw him he was sporting beach gear. This time around he went for an appropriately nuptial look. Ken Vermin of four-stroke caught the bouquet, but he's already married, so I guess it doesn't count.



As you'd expect, there was much broken glass on the floor and moshing for their woozy hardcore set. I also scored a test-pressing of the new Gaga Records compilation. Yay! Mind you, I finally got home around 2:30 a.m., which is why you're getting this post now.