STIFF LITTLE FINGERS
Special Guest Reviewer: Shakir Pichler
Photos by Pete Gardner – @petegardnerphotography, Courtesy of 100% Rock
I got a call from my Mum who told me she was going to see Paul Kelly tonight, and asked what I was up to. I told her I was seeing one of the punk bands (Stiff Little Fingers) that I used to play full volume in my room when I was 14 and was always told to turn the down. She laughed.
On entering the venue, I noticed the beer garden was absolutely packed with what looked like a very rough UK school reunion of ex and current punks, skins, mods etc who’s average ages conservatively started at about 50+.
Inside the main room was equally packed and I got there just in time for THE SPERTS to start their first song.
I didn’t know anything about them and they sure looked like an interesting mix of characters up on stage and when I saw their singer, Blake, I wasn’t sure if I had walked into a surprise Turbonegro gig. I then noticed a keyboard and that scared me momentarily until they started playing and I have to say I was very impressed.
Their sound did remind me of some type of evil bastard hate-child of Turbonegro and The (early) Saints and the keyboard just added a really cool garage vibe on top of the balls to the wall rock n roll that was spewing forth.
They put on a high energy show and I’m glad I got there early enough to see them.
After a 30 minute break where the crowd was subjected to some very off-topic in-house music that left a lot of people in the pit scratching their (bald) heads, Stiff Little Fingers strutted onto stage with a roar of excitement from the capacity crowd.
As a teenage punk (and now) I have always loved SLF as they really stuck out as a band who wrote great songs and played them well compared to a lot of bands in the street-punk and oi genre. Tonight, was no exception and singer Jake Burns’ voice was completely faithful to their original 1977 sound, if not even better.
Someone did throw a drink at them and he walked off mid-song. This happened twice , which was a bit disappointing, but other than that, there was no agro and as I looked around from the front of the very sweaty and moving pit I was in, all I saw were smiles and people singing along to all the songs.
All in all, it was a great night and an honour to have ticked off seeing yet another soundtrack to my teenage yoof!
I have to thank the Rosemount bookers for yet again bringing another awesome night together. Where would we be without you!