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Just an Observation

A bit of a bumper weekend lies ahead this weekend with a cornucopia of delights at your disposal for your delectation in our-hopefully- fair capital. Leith Festival- always more impressive and less self conscious than its predecessor in the Meadows- is on although I am hoping the rain lashing down outside at the moment is merely a temporary blip but, if not, there is always the consolation that at least at this time of year the rain is a little warmer than its winter counterpart.
To kick the weekend into gear however those pesky Neu! Reekie boys are back with their travelling road-show stopping off at the National Galleries of Scotland with their Neu Reekie Does Titian event. Not sure exactly what this entails and unsure as to the final line up but I am sure the opulent surroundings will provide something worthwhile to soak up in their own right. As far as I can make out Hollie McNeish, Tam Dean Burn and JD Twitch are on the bill but there is also a host of surprises promised so it should be a splendid night all round.
Barely pausing for breath the indefatigable duo and their Neu Reekie records are launching the new Teen Canteen single, ‘You’re Still Mine’, tomorrow at Henry’s Cellar Bar. An enticing slab of sunshine with Scottish accents, a full review of the single and details of the launch can be found here.
At the other end of town in the Parlour the excellent Spectorbullets are playing the first of two free shows of the weekend. Tied into the Leith Festival, I wish I could make this as it seems as if already it is an event which is attracting a good crowd but unfortunately I have a prior commitment which prevents me from attending.
However there is a follow up show on Sunday at the Safari Lounge where rumour has it they may even be joined by The Trama Dolls for a mini set- although I can neither confirm or deny this- but you might want to make your way along anyway for what is bound to be another highlight in an already great weekend!
The prior commitment preventing me from attending the Saturday gig will see me venturing through to the west coast to see the mighty Television perform their perennial classic ‘Marquee Moon’ album. Released in 1977, the year punk broke out of its straining leash; it is one of only a handful of albums from that great year when the single reigned supreme. Others include the four Bowie/ Iggy collaborations and the Sex Pistols blistering debut and final calling card rolled into one ‘Never Mind the Bollocks’. Like the aforementioned never since its time of release however has ‘Marquee Moon’ ever sounded anything other than fresh, relevant and totally vital whilst its influence is undeniable and although Richard Lloyd is no longer with us this show is definitely one not be missed.
So, that is the next few days sorted then. Here’s hoping the weather stays dry- I don’t hold out much hope for my trek through to Glasgow as every time I am there it pelts down- and the Leith Festival goes smoothly without turning into a mud bath. Then there is Sunday in the Safari Lounge to bid farewell to what looks like being a memorable weekend.Then next week sees the return of the Film Festival, so plenty to keep yourselves busy with!

Just an Observation

Just an Observation
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Well it is that time of year again when festival season hovers into view and wakes a seemingly endless collection of rhythm and talent free bongo players from their hibernation. Seriously, has there ever been a bigger waste of human energy than playing the bongos? My gripe is purely personal, I must stress, as living in a part of the city close to where these miscreants all gather the ongoing rhythm-less noise is as relentless as it is annoying. It seems to start about midday and continues until midnight and often beyond and their persistence is admirable if hugely irritating as even the likelihood or actuality of rain does little to diminish their fervour and on and on they go.
This matter will be exacerbated this very weekend when the Meadows Festival takes place. Far from being a curmudgeon who hates to think of people enjoying themselves I think festivals are a great opportunity for people to gather, socialise and spend time which does not involve, the great Scottish pastime, sitting in a pub. If they could do it without the unnecessary pounding of bongos I would probably appreciate it more but it seems to those who favour tie-dye-another personal hate– bongos are a crucial element of tuneless expression. I will never be able to work this one out and there is always the option of fastening my windows tight shut to block out the excrutiating noise.
Next week sees the return of the Edinburgh International Film Festival and although 2013 was a relatively disappointing year with few stand-out films emerging my hopes are high for this years programme which I will reveal more of next week. It is also very unlikely that this event will attract too many bongo players as filmgoers are a far more sophisticated bunch. Instead they favour geek chic; with horn rimmed glasses, facial hair and check shirts de rigueur as a mark of their supposed individuality. This uniform seems to be incorporated by both genders so at least there is a sense of equality in the lack of imagination.
Summerhall had a press launch the other night to introduce their fringe programme and, for me at least, the very exciting news that they will be featuring Genesis P-Orridge as one of their exhibiting artists during this time. The exhibition by P-Orridge and his late partner Lady Jaye entitled ‘Life as a Cheap Suitcase’ is their first show in Britain since 2003 and is part of their Pandrogyne Project wherein they decided to transform themselves into each other. Unfortunately after a series of surgeries Lady Jaye has since passed away but P-Orridge continues on his quest in his own indefatigable and unpredictable way.
Other big players at this relatively new venue include Mark Ravenhill, Steven Berkoff, Alison Jackson and Faile & Bast. This venue has come a long way in a very short time and the fact they are again first to announce their festival line up which shows an amazing amount of diversity and is very encouraging regarding its future as a a major player.
Next weekend also sees two great musical events on the opposing coastlines of Scotland. The east coast is holding the launch party for the Teen Canteen single ‘You’re Still Mine’ Henry’s Cellar Bar on Saturday 14th and should be a great night. A full review of the single will be on these pages early next week.
Over on the west coast however, the mighty Television are playing their legendary ‘Marquee Moon’ in its entirety on the very same night. My tickets for the latter were organised by a very dear friend a few months ago so I will be making the trek west for the night. If however you are languishing in the capital and still want a musical experience then I suggest you make your way to Henry’s Cellar Bar.
Unfortunately a gig I was looking forward to this weekend has been cancelled. Originally scheduled for Rammed at The Voodoo Rooms-which has unfortunately also been cancelled- the gig was then moved to The Safari Lounge but has since been postponed.
Despite this disappointment there is still The Valves on Sunday at the Meadows Festival and then after –or instead of if it is raining- Heavy Nova in Woodland Creatures where your missing Rammed fix can be administered, in the late afternoon through to evening shift, by The Baron and his trusty and glamorous companion Rachel. Exhibitions at Summerhall and the ECA Degree Show are also worthwhile ventures so really there is no excuse to be staying in at all. Just leave the bongos at home! Please!

Just an Observation

Just an Observation

The worrying news this morning about UKIP gaining the most seats in the European Elections confirmed all my-along with many others- worst fears. These are indeed worrying times we live in and the normalisation of such a right wing party combined with the sheep herding mentality of a vast proportion of our population signifies that things may be about to get a whole lot worse.
In Scotland the most frightening news-apart from the fact we now have one UKIP MEP- however is that only 34% of the population bothered to vote. This is no time for complacency as the results down south have proved with their alarming results. Never has voting been so important and I can say this from first hand experience as I have never had much interest or belief in politics but after 2010’s General Election, when I was prevented from voting due to circumstances outside my control, and knew as soon as the coalition elected themselves into power that disaster was looming. Having grown up in the Thatcher eighties I know how bad things can get but somehow I thought this was the harbinger of something worse and possibly even more frightening. I was right!
Sincerely I hope this complacency will not afflict those same people who didn’t bother to vote come September in the Independence race unless they are happy for things to slip further and further to the right whilst we remain tied to a Westminster government which is on a collision course in that very direction. If the results of these elections indicate anything it is that only by voting can this situation be reversed, otherwise I can only assume those who didn’t vote are happy with how things are or simple just don’t care. Either way these conclusions are both equally worrying.
On a lighter note and moving in a more musical direction it would seem there is quite a buzz about a new Edinburgh band The Trama Dolls. Having only formed six weeks ago and with minimal skills at their deployment they have somehow managed to land the prestigious support slot at the Kid Congo Powers gig at the Voodoo Rooms on Tuesday the 27th. Although it was likely that this was going to be a busy gig anyway-I am a huge fan of his two previous bands, the Gun Club and The Cramps- the announcement that The Trama Dolls were playing certainly caused a noticeable flurry on ticket sales, with it now sold out alongside talk of it being the ‘must be there’ event of the season.
Sequestered away in a bunker at a top secret location with no-one allowed to hear a note of their music The Trama Dolls perhaps could be the shot in the arm-or cure all pill- for the complacency and sheer drudgery which has infected the music scene, as well as politics, at the moment. I watched Jools Holland’s Later on Friday night and was shocked at the turgid and mundane quality of his acts.
Seriously is this the best there is to offer?
He is another one who needs pensioned off and replaced with someone who doesn’t just keep putting his mates-and their offspring- on. The only beacon of light in the whole debacle was Chrissie Hynde who, aside form looking fantastic, was more exciting, relevant and exuded more attitude ten seconds into her spoken interview than the rest of the acts could muster up in their combined timeslots. Again this is a sorry state of affairs and one The Trama Dolls are setting out to rectify. Although this gig is sold out they are doing another on Friday the 30th at a venue still to be announced.
There is also another gig on this week at The Leith Franklin Cricket Club-Friday 30th- with Space Siren and The Fatalists plus a mystery band still to be announced. Just a heads up that you might also want to be at this one!
The other support act The Phlegm, an Edinburgh rockabilly styled three piece, are also no slouches and should be well worth catching but let us not forget the headliner himself, Mr. Kid Congo Powers.
Having spent the majority of the eighties zigzagging between the Gun Club and The Cramps –being a very vital component in both- he now fronts his own band The Pink Monkey Birds. Having heard only their recorded output I must admit to being suitably impressed making this a gig definitely worth being at.
Other notable musical acts coming up in the very near future are the dark, dangerous and told what to do by no-one or anything, Opium Kitchen at the next instalment of great club night Rammed at the Voodoo Rooms on June 7th. More details on this next week. Also there is the little matter of the legendary Television performing their seminal album ‘Marquee Moon’ the following Saturday June 14th at the ABC in Glasgow. It would seem rock and roll is no longer in the hands of the kids as they don’t seem to know how to play with it!
Time to take control both musically and politically it would seem!


Just An Observation Friday  October 4th


After a relatively quiet September-culturally anyway- after the excesses of the Fringe it would seem that Edinburgh’s artistic circle have stirred themselves. Possibly the most high profile opening this weekend is the Andy Warhol Pop Power and Politics exhibition being held at the Scottish Parliament until November 3rd.

Possibly the most recognisable and influential-in many ways- artist of the 20th century detractors always claim  Warhol’s work to be vacuous and lacking soul but this misses the point completely. There was a lot more intelligence in his work than is instantly recognisable and presenting culture as it was –albeit with brighter colours- was a bold statement that afforded his work longevity and ongoing scrutiny.

 Warhol himself is as recognisable as his works and emerges as one of the all time great self publicists. His influence and fingerprints are all over 21st century culture whilst his ideas still course through the veins of modern life. Reality television has its roots in Warhol’s ideas of sticking a bunch of previous unknowns and recording their actions and reactions.

The main difference between his early films and the abomination that reality TV has become is that most of the characters he chose to feature included great beauties, articulate talkers and interesting characters such as Edie Sedgwick, Joe Dallesandro, Candy Darling, Nico, Jackie Curtis and Gerard Malanga, all who operated in a vacuum of sorts and had something worthwhile to say and put across.

Compare and contrast with the never ending circle of Bianca Gascoignes and Louis Spences and it is clear how this ideology has faltered and become an instant form of creating a false celebrity. True the Warhol acolytes also wanted fame and celebrity status but deep down were aware it was never actually going to happen- of all his disciples only Lou Reed  really achieved international acclaim in his own right- therefore retaining some of their credibility and, more importantly, their integrity.

 As for politics Warhol’s work is shot through with politics although it is not always clearly apparent. The Chairman Mao’s, Jackie Kennedy’s, JFK Assassination works as well as his Andrew Carnegie portraits are all obvious enough candidates but his ‘Electric Chair’ is also rampantly political. It is a stark image which says nothing and everything at the same time but simply presents an object of death and allows the viewer to make their own mind up whilst drawing their own conclusions. Or not as the case may be.

andy-warhol-mao-1972-FS-II.93 Andy Warhol’s ‘Mao’

The Edinburgh International Fashion Festival team are also back next week and their involvement in the Pringle show at the opulent Signet Library looks like being a fashion event not to be missed. Entitled ‘Princess Grace: More Than An Image’. I am assuming the collection will be based on poise and elegance, two characteristics heavily associated with the former screen icon who became a bona fide royal after marrying Prince Rainier of Monaco abandoning her Hollywood career at its very apotheosis.

Although September was a quiet cultural month for me personally it was very active socially so now that October has arrived I am looking forward to more nights in. Matters in this would be assisted however if there was ever anything decent ever on the television. Even a series which started out as hopeful as ‘Peaky Blinders’ seems to have somehow lost its way and although it still possesses a great Nick Cave and White Stripes soundtrack-not to mention Cillian Murphy’s ethereal eyes and razor sharp cheekbones- the plot is flagging and the characters raise little empathy, never mind caring what actually happens to any of them. Hopefully the return of ‘Homeland’ for its third series this Sunday will raise the bar again and some decent drama will provide relief from the barrage of reality shows, singing and dancing competitions and ‘Downton Abbey’s’.

 Saying that my own guilty pleasure in the reality show stakes, ‘Made in Chelsea’, is also returning in the coming weeks. I actually annoy myself by watching this as the characters-I refuse to call them real people- are all obnoxious, smug, self obsessed and supercilious. Somehow I have convinced myself that I watch it to feel glad at least I am not like them and feel better for it but this argument is unconvincing as that would make me smug, self obsessed, supercilious etc. etc. and therefore I am no really any better than them at all. In fact it makes me worse as I am still interested in their lives-whilst insisting the opposite- but they are not even aware of mine.

 Let’s hope then that the programmers who organised the winter schedules have a new surprise up their sleeves. I hold out little hope for this however and may have to join the rest of the world by drowning in ‘Breaking Bad’ box-sets, hyperbole and obsession. Sounds like a good idea!

Photo at the top- Joe Dallesandro in Andy Warhol’s ‘Flesh’


Just An Observation Friday May  31st


At last a sleepy hibernating Edinburgh seems to be rubbing its tired eyes and stirring itself from its winter slumber-it is the end of May and still the weather often makes this seem premature-as Festival season hovers into view and kicks into gear. In the past week I have attended several press launches with the Edinburgh International Film Festival, the establishment based Fringe stalwart Assembly Rooms and the relatively new Summerhall all throwing their hats into the ring with an interesting and diverse mix of acts to choose from.  Hopefully this will stifle the city’s residents from  complaining that there is nothing to do.

 Also there are rumblings about a new night time venture called Rammed which aims to put the life back into Edinburgh’s night life and shake things up with a series of events featuring live music and inhouse DJ’s, aiming to create a sonic environment and experience unlike any other at the moment. More details will follow in the next couple of weeks once everything is confirmed and I have more information to give you but the signs at the moment are all good …if not even better than that!

 The Film Festival is the first of these events to take place and with artistic director Chris Fujiwara delivering his second year at its helm the high standards met last year look like being matched if not surpassed. The opening film Breathe In stars Guy Pearce and Kyle MacLachlan and the festival closer stars Karen Gillen but in-between contemporaries and up and coming lesser knowns conspire to create an interesting mix of modern cinema which has something to offer anyone who actually bothers to investigate. Sofia Coppola’s The Bling Ring, a portrait of Harry Dean Stanton, The East –starring Alexander Skarsgard of True Blood fame- and a German offering called Oh Boy are the ones which  caught my eye on initial inspection of the brochure but I am sure on further investigation other jewels will reveal themselves to me.

 I haven’t had time to acquaint myself too much with the Summerhall programme but must admit their launch was one of the more elaborate and successful I have attended. Pushing the boat out with countless Bellinis, never ending Gin and tonics with  Hoi Sin duck snackettes and mini lemon mousses-of which I consumed several- providing some much needed food sustenance the night rolled along both effortlessly and impressively. I did manage to ascertain that even before the fringe kicks off they have an evening with man of the moment-of several moments over the last few decades- Niles Rodgers as well as the International Fashion Festival. Certainly upping the ante this year, after finding their formative feet over the last two, their programme focuses on the more artistic end of the spectrum but initial responses would indicate that some of the bigger players should maybe start looking over their shoulders.

The official Fringe programme also came out this week but admittedly I haven’t even managed to look at that, so daunting a prospect does it present. Luckily I am now becoming more discerning in my choices and several years of experience now allow me to be able to pick and choose what I think may be the more worthwhile shows and direct you all in the right direction whilst hopefully steering you away from the dross and the bullshit which, believe me, the Fringe has more than its fair share of.

 Elsewhere I have been disappointed by the return of ‘Britain’s Got Delusions and Mental Health Issues’ to our screens this week. It still puzzles me that Simon Cowell is still allowed to dominate, monopolise and commandeer the viewing schedules with such regularity. Personally I find the whole experience insulting to my intelligence and tastes and think it appeals to the lowest common denominator but  is so thrust into our faces, with little in the way of competition or opposition, that even those who cannot stand it become involved in some kind of debate on its merits or total lack of them.

Luckily I haven’t subscribed one second of my week to watching this drivel and am disappointed that whilst trash like this receives inordinate screen time and front page headlines one of the best British dramas in years ‘The Fall’ languishes in the hinterland of BBC2 largely unnoticed.

Starring an impressive Gillian Anderson as an emotionally devoid Policed officer on the hunt of a cold and detached serial killer portrayed by an equally impressive Jamie Dornan the performances are as outstanding as the drama which uncoils itself weekly. If Broadchurch was ITV’s attempt to create a drama on a par with the excellent Danish cult show ‘the Killing’ then ‘The Fall’ is those ambitions actualised. This is British drama at its most complex, unnerving and exhilarating and moving away from the tired clichés  has the added twist of not being so much of a whodunit –as we knew the killer from the opening scenes-but has much more of the psychic chill of a whydunit. This is British drama at its highest standard and if you haven’t seen it so far then I recommend catching up on Iplayer before the penultimate episode on Monday.

 That is it for this week and further news about what and what not to see at the various festivals will be winging its way through these pages very soon as will further information about Rammed. This weekend however I will be mostly avoiding the Meadows Festival which has seemingly camped itself very noisily outside my front door. More than likely it will be rained off anyway as any event in Edinburgh with the word Festival seems to elicit an immediate torrential downpour. Aside from this there is always Neu Reekie tonight and as usual this night will put a little sunshine in your heart whatever the weather.


Just An Observation Friday May 17th


 With two and a half –count ‘em- months until the Festival madness kicks into gear and the Royal Mile becomes taken over by tourists and so-called entertainment types the famous street, housing a castle at one end and a palace at the other, has been in receipt of a fair amount of action and attention this week in two very separate incidents taking place only a few yards from each other.

 First, Tuesday evening saw a pharmacy being held up whilst  customers and staff were held hostage for several hours. The drama unfolded early evening after a couple supposedly in search of their latest fix and planning a drug haul- let’s face it there can be little other reason for holding up a pharmacy unless a lifetime supply of haemorrhoid cream is your goal- and the street was cordoned off until the police tasered the aggressors and released the hostages.

 Drama number two occurred only two days later involving Nigel Farage of the obnoxious UKIP party on an ill advised visit to a bar only several yards away. Intolerant of his views the feisty Scots gathered outside a pub he was enjoying a pint in and demanded for his expulsion by gathering and chanting ‘Scum, scum’ until he was forced to retreat. Never one to miss an opportunity Farage referred to the incident as the ugly side of nationalism and typically used the event as a means of comparing the Scots less favourably with our counterparts down south who are far more ‘enlightened’ and voting for him in worryingly ever growing  numbers.

 Whilst I agree totally with the sentiments of the protesters what impressed me was the fact the majority of them seemed to be from what I have recently termed the complacent younger generation. The fact they seemed to have removed their attention from their laptops, phones etc. was perhaps what impressed me the most and shows that maybe there is a bit more hope for them and they do actually have a sense of propriety and principle if the situation occasions it. Maybe they will get around to making some decent music and produce a worthwhile act next!

 What with all this action in a short space and the God-awful weather to go with it – sleet, snow, blazing sunshine, gusting wind, hail and torrential rain all made separate appearances in a two hour time slot on Monday alone- it really felt as if the Festival had come early this year.

 After all this excitement the big disappointment of the week for me though has to have been  the arrival of the new Daft Punk album. The fact it is not released until Monday is neither here nor there as leaks on the internet necessitated an official streaming. The hype which had preceded this had prepared us all for a classic album and a comeback to rival that of Bowie’s who has really shown everyone how it should be done. Again. Instead the resulting album with a host of impressive collaborators- Niles Rodgers, Giorgio Moroder and Julian Casablancas- came over all self consciously funky and, even worse, a ‘try hard’ effort. Overly long , over indulgent and over indulged it is an album housing a series of missed opportunities which could –with severe editing and better programming- have been great. A full, review and chance to listen to the album in its entirety can be found here.

 Tonight sees an interesting gig at the Leith Links Cricket Club- I know it hardly sounds rock and roll and it is reminiscent of Phoenix Nights but give it a chance with local-and QT- favourites the recently dubbed ‘coolest band in Scotland’ HRH headlining. Other acts include The Priscillas , Paul Vickers and Et Tu Brute??? are also on the bill and at only £4 entry and cheap drink all night what is not to like? Starting at 7pm and going on until 1am it is definitely worth checking out.

 Today however I am off to see the Baz Luhrmann interpretation of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s literary classic –and personal favourite- ‘The Great Gatsby’. I approach the film with an open mind but also mixed feelings as it is to me –and a host of others- one of those books which perhaps should  really not be touched. It is particularly poignant at the moment as I attended a party several weeks ago where we danced under the stars with a collection of beautiful and glamorous people whilst live musicians belted out songs for our entertainment as the drink flowed freely against the backdrop of 300 acres of forest and I remember commenting to a young girl who waltzed by in fabulous furs- fake I presume- ‘It’s like being in ‘The Great Gatsby’. The film has a lot to live up to then and hopefully Luhrmann is the man to do it.

 Not been impressed by much on television recently but catch up introduced me to a new drama set in Northern Ireland; ‘The Fall’. All the prerequisites of good modern television are there including Gillian Anderson as visiting police officer out to assist in a baffling case and former Calvin Klein underwear model Jamie Dornan as  the fit, good looking slow burning psychopath. The first episode whetted my appetite for more and occupying the same time slot on a Monday at 9pm –although on BBC2 without the irritation of constant adverts interrupting the dramatic flow- as recent success ‘Broadchurch’,it could become a cult classic.

Mind you if you prefer your drama more realistic you could simply hang around the Royal Mile and wait for lightning- now there is something missing from our weather line up this week so far- to strike thrice!


Just An Observation Friday April 12th


The news this week has been overshadowed by the death of Margaret Thatcher and in death, as in life, her legacy is proving extremely divisive. Usually I stray away from political comment- preferring to think of it as ‘politricks’ as politicians invariably dupe you into voting for them under false pretences and outright lies- but growing up in the 1980’s it was impossible not to be touched by Thatcher’s rhetoric and regime. None of my memories of this woman are pleasant nor are they tinged with fond nostalgia. I never bought into her greed is good doctrine which encouraged some sections of society to step on –in some cases tread all over and obliterate completely- others in the name of progress.

The society she encouraged was a society of self and there was little room for caring or compassion for those who were less fortunate. This ability to steamroll ahead, alongside complacency in challenging or fighting for the rights of the less privileged with little concern for the long term effects, would seem to be her legacy as I understand it. Section 28- banning the promotion of homosexuality- support of Apartheid, cosy relationships with dubious dictators, the selling of social housing whilst neglecting to build any homes to fill the void in affordable premises, the destruction of the mining industry and the privatisation of state owned companies are just some of the horrors I associate with her time in office. Let us also not forget that little thing called the Poll Tax.

The latter would become her grand folly and the point that even her own party realised her megalomania had reached monstrous proportions and they were dealing with an out and out madwoman. Though from the pro bias reportage of most of the media at the moment it is hard to believe this is the same person who has dominated headlines for several days now.

However despite the initial euphoria many expressed over news of her death- a reluctant smile admittedly crept onto my lips- and the sending of ‘Ding Dong The Witch is Dead’ to number one or even the street parties celebrating news of her demise or others arranged for the day of her funeral it would be wise to not allow her passing to allow us to slip back into complacency or take our eye off the bigger picture.

These actions will have little or no effect in the areas that matter. In fact they add fuel to the fire of her outraged supporters as in some ways they show a bitterness which is far from evolved or enlightened. The best way to protest about a government which is not to your choosing is to get out and take some positive action. In the case of many who are complaining about the state of the country this should manifest itself in actually getting out there and bothering to vote.

Elsewhere this weekend the Neu! Reekie Holy Show at the Poetry Club in Glasgow is definitely one not to be missed. Featuring the first full set from Jesus, Baby –a super-group numbering former Fire Engine Davy Henderson and Teen Canteen diva Carla Easton amongst their members- and following on from regular airings on Radio 6 this should be really quite something. The amazing Edinburgh hip hop crew Young Fathers are also on hand to lend a bit of diversity and to add further intrigue to an already heady and captivating line up there are slots from Kirsty Logan, Alan Bissett , evening founders Michael Pedersen and Kevin Williamson as well as video excerpts from Colin McGuire.

Showing that their influence now extends beyond the confines of Edinburgh this outing to the Wild West is certainly one worth travelling for. So saddle up and head west for  a Saturday night which proves that Britain really does have talent and yes it has absolutely nothing to do with Simon Cowell and his merry band of  sycophantic no hopers. Get to it!