The Magnificent Turin Brakes
Bloody hell. (I like to get a good swear to start me off). Turin Brakes. They’ve provided a soundtrack to my working life since the turn of the century – they’ve played at me on cd’s & MP3s in tiny restaurant kitchens to tiny cruise ship cabins from Essex to the South China Sea. And now I’ve had them play at Cult Cafe, Ipswich. That’s a big one ticked off the list.
Since taking over Cult on the Waterfront in Ipswich we’ve put on music every Friday night, mostly free – picking up the not inconsiderable costs of techy stuff, soundy man & the costs of the bands ourselves. We’ve had a coupla bands who are not quite mainstream but expensive enough to have to ticket on the door, which didn’t work out. I will no doubt be bringing this subject up again. Unless they’re a recognized band with the longevity to have built up a considerable fan base there’s just not enough bods out there willing to drag themselves away from Strictly. And I think that with the sheer amount of platforms that bands can use now to showcase means it so much harder to get to that critical mass stage.
I’ve been trying to tempt big name bands in for a while with my Twittery fishing rod, using (crap) humour & audaciousness as my maggoty bait. And only went & hooked Turin Brakes. The expense involved was enough to warrant an £18 ticket price (working on our capacity of 250) which I filed away under ‘Optimist’. Got tickets printed, set up an account on wegottickets.com. Sat back & waited for them to fly off the shelves. That or a grim bugger-all. Thankfully we sold out by June. Got in the magical James Gillespie as the support & lovely local chap Charlie Law & his band in to open & waited trepidatiously for the 5th September.
Everything that could’ve gone wrong didn’t. They turned up. The equipment turned up and worked. The lorry turned up and we emptied most of the bar into it (furniture, sofas etc). There was no fire alarm halfway through. The ticket system worked. Wow.
No ‘sonic cathedrals of sound’ reviews here ‘cept to say that they were everything I’d expected and hoped for, right through to the opening of Underdog as their final song. Bloody bloody marvellous.