Kelly Rae Smith:Freelance writer and editor

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Ristorante Ferrari, Edinburgh

2011-09-14T10:57:00.000-07:00

Review
Ristorante Ferrari

No longer the Bruntsfield post office, 1 Merchiston Place has been beautifully transformed into the upscale Ristorante Ferrari, serving what they see as traditional northern Italian cuisine. The new occupants present us with a welcoming room filled with soft jazz, white linens and spectacular wine glasses that beg to be filled with delicious Italian juice. What could go wrong? Well, a couple of things.

Service couldn’t be sweeter as we are shown to our table of choice, by a window overlooking the rain-soaked streets. Wine glasses are filled, bread sticks are broken and olives also join the table as we peruse a menu that quickly raises some curiosity.

The prices are very high, particularly when considering the ‘primi’ courses (pasta dishes, traditionally eaten first in Italy) all exceed £15 and it’s clear that regular patrons could not have this plus a main without breaking the bank. Expectations are now high as well.

Instead we go for the special bruschetta (£4.50), garlicky and good, and the ‘tarte salate’ (£5.95), a really delicious savoury cake composed of Fontina cheese, Porcini mushrooms and potatoes, served warm with cool sour cream that tastes delightfully of lemon. Four thumbs up so far.

My companion’s main is incredible; the ’osel scapa’ (meaning ‘escaped bird’) is a Pancetta-wrapped sirloin with a Fontina cheese and herb center (£15.50). Strong flavours mingle harmoniously and every bite is savoured. Mine doesn’t compare.

My fish of the day should have been a delicately-cooked monkfish with imaginative side dishes chosen specifically to bring out the flavours of each other and this particular fish. I receive an unattractive bowl of melted butter with an alien-like monkfish flipped ugly-side-up and halved cherry tomatoes swimming questionably about (£18.50). I am offered a salad or stuffed vegetables for a side, as it comes with nothing else, but instead the chef sends a standard roasted vegetable medley, the same that accompanies the sirloin and, lazily, other dishes too.

For these prices, one expects more creativity to go into each individual forkful, and for the complementary accompaniments to stay with and enhance each bite. The pool of ‘mad water’ tastes of nothing as it rolls off each piece of this usually-extraordinary fish that has tragically died in vain. It had so, so much more potential.

For pudding, the torta della nonna: pastry cream on pastry cake, and covered with almonds. My companion said it was warm and lovely, but I think she was being polite.

Ferrari also has so much potential, but must first lower prices, or instead live up to them. (K Smith)

Published in September 2011 issue of Bite Magazine, Edinburgh UK

Ristorante Ferrari
1 Merchiston Place,
Bruntsfield,Edinburgh
0131 622 0108
www.ristoranteferrari.co.uk

Opening Times:
Tuesday to Sunday 5 pm till 11 pm
Monday closed

MUSIC REVIEW: The Burns Unit * * * * *

2011-08-25T05:08:00.000-07:00

The Burns Unit * * * * *
The Queens Hall, Edinburgh
24 Aug 2011, 8pm

Not all musical conglomerations can live up to the tagline of ‘supergroup’ however this is not at all the case with the Burns Unit. Tonight’s seated Queen’s Hall gig proves this Scottish/Canadian bunch is a super one for certain.

All accomplished artists in their own right, this ensemble of seven never abandon their own styles as they entwine to form a uniquely brilliant folk fusion. Mercury Prize nominee King Creosote, indie songstress Emma Pollock, multi-instrumentalist Kim Edgar, folkster Karine Polwart, pianist Michael Johnston, Caledonian artist Future Pilot AKA and drummer/producer Mattie Foulds are the extraordinary elements that make it all happen.

The evening unfolds as a free-for-all as the artists switch up song partners and instruments, Edgar particularly impressive moving from guitar to accordion to piano. Accordion-backed ballad Since We’ve Fallen Out is a tear-jerker delivered by Creosote and Polwart, spine-tinglingly soulful, and poker-face failures Pollock and Creosote get adorably playful with Tupperware Platter.

Keyboardist, Canadian and refreshingly upbeat emcee Johnston helps take a lead on a gleefully twee Closed for the Season, before the end draws near with a song that 3/7ths of them confess to be the One to take with them should the world end, and that song is, understandably, Simon & Garfunkel’s The Only Living Boy in New York.

Whether there’s two onstage or all of them, the thing that rules is harmony, and I can’t think of anything more super than that.

FRINGE REVIEW: Vive le Cabaret * * * * *

2011-08-22T02:14:00.000-07:00

Vive le Cabaret is a rolling cabaret and so you won't get the same show twice, but it seems that one can rest assured that the team is dedicated to delivering top entertainment in extraordinary variety.

Des O'Connor is the charismatic host who more than wings it despite contending with a hoarse voice – a result of the festival taking its toll – and soon has the audience is wrapped around his finger.

The ladies love one act's take on the Diet Coke commercial, and instead of a construction site, this hot workman's office is a pole on which he steamily maneuvers himself around, and up, and down. Before Etta James' I Just Wanna Make Love to You ends, skin-loving oglers are not disappointed.

Other acts include the Kitsch Kats' choreographed journey through call centres the world over (Glasgow is a favourite), a razorblade-eating magician with a knack for reproducing lost condoms, an eye-catching X-ray hoola hooper, juggler Mat Ricardo's (really) wonderful world of trickery, and comedian Paul McCaffrey's jokes about train travel and self-indulgent storytellers, which have everyone doubled over.

A top surprise is Schlomo, a one-man machine who can seemingly do anything with his voice and proceeds to wittingly teach us how he masters it all. And best of all, a wine-sipping and lustrous Camille O'Sullivan, a Fringe favourite year-after-year, to say the least. Her captivating presence is felt at once, and her rapturous and raw a capella leaves us all breathless and wanting so much more.

One swiftlly passing hour, recommended for the Twitter generation whose attention span is just right for solid snippets of festive excellence.

Vive le Cabaret, The Pleasance Courtyard, until 29 Aug, 10.30pm

MUSIC REVIEW: Kristen Hersh * * * * *

2011-08-21T05:42:00.000-07:00

, Cabaret Voltaire, 18-19 Aug, 8.15pm
* * * * *

Just as her introduction tonight puts it, this is not a serious show, but it is a quiet one.

Kirsten Hersh, of 80s alt rock group Throwing Muses, emerges onstage dressed simply in a white T-shirt and looking years younger than 45. The murmurous crowd halt to a complete hush as lights disappear and the mixed-bag of an audience prepare to listen up.

This is a solo show, part music and part spoken word. Hersh plucks excerpts from her recent novel Paradoxical Undressing (called Rat Girl in the US), and occasionally her guitar, with each set of stories followed by a classic Kristen song inspired by the experience previously shared.

The stories are hauntingly autobiographical, fragile and poetic, witty and wonderful. We journey through a life filled with mental illness and spilling over with music. We awake with her in the middle of the night when songs overtake her, and sit with a pregnant Kristen on the side of a bathtub while she plays guitar. We watch with heavy hearts as she illustrates an evening that ends with a slit wrist and mental health professionals, and we’re paralyzed as she recounts getting hit by a car and watching her own blood spill into a drain, her own foot unaccounted for.

Every story is remarkably entwined with humour, keeping it light-hearted also with accounts of her college years with Betty Hutton, an old Hollywood starlet who loved advising Kristen on showbiz, as well as her time spent living among some really hilarious hippies. She even derives a lot of laughs from the more stark stories, the way one must when life is otherwise simply too heavy.

I’m not sure what time all of it ended but it was far too soon, and I could have stood to have my soul stroked for at least another hour. Buying. Her book. Now.

FRINGE REVIEW: Lloyd Langford: The Cold Hard Facts of Life * * * *

2011-08-21T05:40:00.000-07:00

Comedy
Lloyd Langford: The Cold Hard Facts of Life, The Stand V, 4-28 Aug, 10.05pm

You know it’s been a good show when you hear the words ‘Good night everyone’ and it hits you with great disappointment, and a bit of disbelief, that it’s already over.

So was the case with Lloyd Langford, a Welsh funnyman whose perpetual grin is infectious indeed. His drunken audience is no obstacle as he hilariously interacts with them, and he even gets some good jokes out of the sirens heard outside the venue as well as the ever-developing story on his cold sores.

The non-improv stuff is funny, too, and I am still telling people the one about his first day of work at a factory. Too good. Highly recommended as one of those surprise shows that knock you dead in the funnybone and turn an otherwise-boring weeknight into a moment that keeps you smiling for days.

FRINGE REVIEW: Daniel Sloss - The Joker * * *

2011-08-21T05:36:00.000-07:00

Comedy

Spiegeltent @ Assembly, 11-29 Aug, 7.35pm

We get to know a lot about Daniel Sloss in The Joker, his latest tag-line in a so-far trilogy of song-titled shows.

The 20-years-young Scottish comedian loathes vegetarians, admittedly mistakes sticks for snakes, is certain that old people ‘f*cking hate’ him and has recently split up with the star of quite a chunk of his material, his girlfriend.

The race to ‘who will win the break-up’ gets a good, loud applause, and it’s clear that Sloss, so comfortable in his skin and on this main stage, will scarcely be lost for more laughs without his other half. The self-proclaimed ‘smug c*nt’ with a ‘prick haircut’ is actually amiable as can be, and ‘tis an all-smiles experience to walk with him to the shop counter to buy tampons, and sit in his kitchen as he ‘comes out’ (as a comedian) to his family. Hilarious.

Hard to believe that comedy that seems perfected into something so effortless and unruffled is the product of such a young ‘un, and there’s a Speigeltent full of fans tonight that are surely anticipating future family- and lady-related scenarios for next year’s song.

FRINGE REVIEW: Carey Marx * * * *

2011-08-21T05:34:00.000-07:00

Carey Marx - Laziness and Stuff, Gilded Balloon, 9-28 Aug, 10.15pm

When you’re approaching the end of a fest-frenzied day of getting crammed into balmy little venues, when you’ve got big headaches and even bigger expectations, this is the man who will step up and bitch about the things that piss us off all the time. And we like it.

A tired and hard-to-please audience isn’t a very popular one but Marx rises above it and makes us laugh, in spite of ourselves, at stupid rules (bolted hotel windows? ‘air is free!’) and lazy comics (‘the clitoris isn’t that hard to find!’). Within minutes we’re sucked out of our shells into a world where we abandon all modesty and happily entertain the hilarity of his ‘amazing' floating testicles and their capability to decide what’s for dinner.

The highlight of the hour has to be the recap of that annoying conversation we have all heard some girl mouth over her mobile (sexist or just a fact?), or the moment when you realise the person walking in front of you has stopped walking for no distinguishable reason seemingly but to ignite in you just a little more rage.

Marx perhaps takes it too far with the fat jokes and the rabbi rape but, to his credit, asks if we’ll go there with him and, at this point, no one dares to mistrust his lead; we love that mischievous but smart path he’s led us down and choose to deal with our conscience later.

FRINGE REVIEW: Mark Dolan: Sharing Too Much * *

2011-08-21T05:32:00.000-07:00

Mark Dolan: Sharing Too Much, Gilded Balloon, 10-26 Aug, 7pm.

It’s difficult to assess Mark Dolan as an unfunny man despite this largely unfunny performance.

His set is full of all the newsy headlines other comics in town are already getting their crack at (this week’s London, Harper Seven), or equally obvious and unamusing observational things, such as Argos’ resemblance to a bookie (it wasn’t that funny the first time I thought this), and Ryanair being a rip-off (huh, whoodathunkit).

These disappointing moments, devoid of belly laughs, monopolise the set but, thankfully, Dolan shines when interacting with the audience, proving that he can be a funny guy. He mistakes a 30-year-old woman for a 14-year-old girl who not only works for the Scottish prison service but (seriously) buys the methadone. He (and we) all have fun with this one, before he accuses a rising P.E. teacher of “basically studying to become a c*nt.”

Perhaps the less-than-radiant bits were uncommon struggles, but I’d rather save a few quid and hang out with any number of my overly-hilarious friends than spend cash on comedy that’s reliant on the punters to help him get a good chuckle.

FRINGE REVIEW: Pope Benedict: Bond Villain * *

2011-08-21T05:30:00.000-07:00

Comedy

The Green @ Pleasance Courtyard, 9-29 Aug, 8.45pm

Irish comedian Abie Philbin Bowman is a guy who has a lot of ideas about religion: the Catholics and Protestants, God, no God, and so on. It also seems that, unfortunately, he has more passion than jokes about it all.

Ideas, rage, religion, politics, economics, and philosophies are all interesting things to learn from and discuss, and are often great to get fired up about, and I feel that I do benefit in some ways from this hour spent believing that he genuinely wants to ‘expose the hypocrisy of religion’ and question the usefulness of ‘God’s customer support team.’ But enlightenment isn’t what we usually seek from a comedy show, is it?

Don’t get me wrong, Bowman arouses more than a few laughs from the congregation about the US Tea Party, what Obama should have been named, and yes, his wish for James Bond to come in and save the day against his obvious rival, Pope Benedict. But the humour takes a backseat to preaching of how our leaders are bastards and how God and money aren’t real and nothing has any power unless we enable it so. Interesting stuff that is deserving of humour to lighten the mood, but Bowman doesn’t deliver the doubled-over kind of kick one might have hoped for.

Alas, he leaves us with an anecdote that is so touching I can’t help but fight back a tearful emotion, and I leave a comedy show wondering what the hell just happened back there.

FRINGE REVIEW: Henry Paker-Cabin Fever * * * *

2011-08-21T05:27:00.000-07:00

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Henry Paker packs a lot of hearty punches into one hour of imagining what cabin fever would result to if stuck inside a cave full of strangers inside Kilimanjaro.

But first, he marvels at the beautiful city of Edinburgh - except for the rain - and likens living here to dating the most gorgeous woman in the world, who has a bit of a dribble.

His impression of a stubborn Scot is hilariously impressive indeed, as is his of a Frenchman ordering a pasty, and he proves to truly be on his toes when undeterred by outside distractions, such as a loudly dumped bin bag of glasses (‘Kilimanjaro caterers’).

What nagging philosophical questions would arise in such a claustrophobic setting? Perhaps these: How annoying is the ‘insert’ button? And the caps lock? What emotions are meant to be evoked by the ‘?!’ within a text? Who ‘saves as draft?' (?!) How good and mysterious is the ‘dot dot dot?'

Many worthwhile explorations are made in finding the answers and it makes for one very enjoyable and swiftly passing hour.

Henry Paker - Cabin Fever, Pleasance Hut @ Pleasance Courtyard, 8-29 Aug, 8.30pm

FRINGE REVIEW: The W. Kamau Bell Curve - Ending Racism in About an Hour * * *

2011-08-21T05:23:00.000-07:00

Comedy

The W. Kamau Bell Curve - Ending Racism in About an Hour
Pleasance Courtyard, Pleasance Beneath, 3-29 Aug, 9.30pm
* * *

Perhaps ending racism in an hour is a bit ambitious but this ‘African-American’ certainly goes for it as he brings to light the shameless ways of the world; and it’s funny, ‘cause it’s true.

It’s arguably more honest than hilarious, although there are several times when the two do catch precisely the right balance. Other times, think Jon Stewart, crossed with Sesame Street.

Words that the media use to make us feel better are ridiculed like ‘Caucasian’, ‘minority’, and his favorite, ‘post-racial’ - which Bell reckons means ‘absolutely NOTHING.’ He begs whites to please stop asking to touch his hair, tries to convince one audience member that perhaps claiming ‘blacks love my husband’ is blatantly not the correct thing to say, and, quite logically, insists that when the world stops making since, it’s simply time to die.

Very smart, and pretty funny, but not for someone who’s not quite up to the ethical challenges that arise - although that’s may also be the sort of person who would benefit from brand of humour.

EDINBURGH FRINGE REVIEW: 4 Poofs and a Piano * * * *

2011-08-21T05:18:00.000-07:00

4 Poofs and a Piano - Business as Usual
Aug 3-28
6pm
Pleasance Courtyard - Pleasance One
* * * *

An audience intent on seeing a production featuring 4 Poofs and a Piano expects nothing less than a stage furnished with a furry, animal print-covered piano, fairy lights and a disco ball; and so the scene is set for one highly-homosexual hour.

The Poofs appear to the tune of 9-5, outfitted in heels, a tutu, fishnet stockings (nice legs there, honey) and leopard print pants (special treat for the front row) - this the first of several entertaining costume changes.

They keep all of the ladies laughing and the men amused with their diva-tasic antics and crude but commendable songs (blow up doll included) like Where Have All the Real Men Gone (“to Scotland!”), and I Love Porn (“in the morn”) - the latter of which is accompanied with some tap dancing because they “like porn on tap.” Obviously.

Another giggle-inducing number is done impromptu-style with suggestions from the crowd to compose a hit love song with the ingredients of elbows, passion and sleet, before the final medley of comically-amended showtunes (every showtune, ever) performed ever-so-fabulously with some fun pokes (no pun intended) to today’s brand of reality showbiz stars.

Good fun for all who appreciate some honest-to-goodness penis humour put to song, and don’t we all?

JAZZ REVIEW: Soul Rebels Brass Band * * * *

2011-08-21T05:14:00.000-07:00

The Soul Rebels Brass Band * * * *
Spiegeltent
Edinburgh Jazz Festival

Fri 22 July 2011 10pm

An eight-piece brass ensemble straight from Louisiana bring their own savory brand of New Orleans jazz to the Spiegeltent tonight with the mission to ‘blow the roof off this tent.’ What seems to be the whitest audience they have probably ever performed to happily consent to stand up, put their hands up and ‘get ready to party’.

Splashed with more than a smidgen of soul, funk and blues, the Rebels also add a lot of hip hop to their songs including Don’t Stop (the groove) and a far superior version of I’ve Got the Power, and the crowd, despite their whiteness in both colour and dance, can’t help but get down.

It’s a refreshing display of talented, passionate guys who are obviously not at all rebellions of soul and it’s touching that they return their favoritism to the fans by announcing their new album will be released in the Britain first, ahead of the States, because ‘y’all love us the most in the UK.’

Aww, thanks y’all .

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Los Cardos, Edinburgh

2011-08-21T05:09:00.000-07:00

Review
Los Cardos

A huge hit now for many years in the US, Tex Mex done fast and well is making its much-welcomed way to Edinburgh, first with Illegal Jack's on Lothian Road, and indeed to Leith in the form of Los Cardos. Owner Neil has spent a lot of time across the pond (he's part Coloradan and his wife is the real deal) and found himself realising the potential of the burrito-to-go back in bonny Scotland. It was there, also, that he pondered the possibility of marrying the tastes of two countries with his signature haggis burrito. As an American in Scotland, I of course had to get to the bottom of this!

With a fellow American and burrito connoisseur as co-taste tester, Los Cardos had a tough audience but needn't worry about anything at all. The first sign of satisfaction came with the tortilla chips,which (for us) must be housemade, and they are. Their accompaniment was the housemade salsas, which are such proven successes that two of them (Medium Verde and Roastin' Red) are now bottled and available to enjoy in abundance en su casa.

Next up I had the soft taco trio (prices vary depending on what fillings you choose, up to £6 for 3). I chose a mix of fillings, my favorite of which was the carnitas: pulled pork that's slow-cooked, marinated in verde salsa and uber succulent. The vegetarian filling was a surefire hit with hot blackbeans, grilled peppers and onions plus all the fixings. And, of course, I had to further research their unique concept by quickly devouring a haggis-filled taco and found it wildly delicious and not at all something worth the apprehension I experienced beforehand. It just works.

Now, the burrito (Up to £6). Balmoral chicken anyone? Filled with both haggis and chicken, pinto and black beans, rice, sour cream, salsa and cheese, the bugger was enormous in both size and flavour and, si, mind-bogglingly great. The ‘red tractor chicken’ was grilled and marinated in their chili-citrus concoction. Yum. We both also noted the tasty, fresh soft tortilla - truly a special thing from our perspective.

Go onto justeat.com to drool over the menu and get yourself the delights of Los Cardos delivered right to your door. (K Smith)

Los Cardos
281 Leith Walk
Edinburgh
EH6 8PD
0131 555 6619
www.loscardos.co.uk

Opening Hours
Sun-Thurs 12-9pm
Fri and Sat 12-10pm
Festival hours will be later!

FILM REVIEW: Burning Ice

2011-08-21T05:03:00.000-07:00

Burning Ice * * *

WRITTEN BY KELLY RAE SMITH |21 JUNE 2011

The hot button topic of our warming planet is tackled in a unique way in Burning Ice, as 45 artists and scientists join forces in an expedition to Greenland.

Jarvis Cocker, Feist, Martha Wainwright, Robyn Hitchcock, KT Tunstall and Ryuichi Sakomoto, to name but a few, are among the many brought together via Cape Farewell, an organisation whose mission is to inspire artists (musicians plus playwrights, comedians, photographers and more) so that the message of climate change somehow shines through in works they create in the future.

Jarvis Cocker watches icebergs crumble in front of him and sheds a tear, and KT Tunstall shows a scientific side with her obvious fascination for oceanography. They all learn from the locals how their land has dramatically changed in recent years, all the while creating impressive pieces - from jokes and songs to poetry and pictures.
The filming wraps up at the Latitude Festival, where the new material is debuted and Robyn Hitchcock signs off with There Goes the Ice - which, much like the documentary, is eerily beautiful.

FILM REVIEW: The Divide

2011-08-21T05:00:00.000-07:00

Edinburgh International Film Festival

The Divide *
WRITTEN BY KELLY RAE SMITH | 21 JUNE 2011

It’s that familiar apocalyptic theme again. An NYC setting? Check. Buildings blow, crash, and burn? Check. An agonising tale of survival? Check.

While the world around them explodes, nine people run to the basement of their apartment building where they are welded in by the space-suited army responsible for all of this, and this is where they remain for the entire film. Insanity ensues teemed with claustrophobia, hunger, and eventually mental and physical violence. There is torture, finger slicing, and several bodies are chopped up with an ax. A woman hemorrhages to death by means of repeated rapes, but not before her little girl is dramatically taken away by the perpetrators. The list goes on.

Where this film succeeds is in its bloody despair, but it’s done pointlessly, having no thought-provoking twists at all. Just one disturbing scene after another unfolds, with the gore miles easier to handle than the psychological decay that each individual experiences.

The only thing as appalling as what we (well apart from the few who simply walked out, and several more who kept their faces covered) witness, is the acting from almost all involved. It’s hard to say which offended people more.

Harrowing is done brilliantly by films everyday; this is not one of those films. Recommended to neither the squeamish nor the sane.

Wedding feature: Bluegrass, burlap and lace

2011-08-21T04:54:00.000-07:00

Bluegrass, burlap and lace

Plans for the southern country wedding of the ages were well underway. Hundreds of mason jars were stacked away, awaiting their many purposes. Red velvet cake to be fashioned like tree trunks was chosen as the first dessert Mary and Andrew would share as Mr and Mrs Rylander. Oversized invitations likened to band posters and illustrating a heart-inscribed oak were stamped and sent to all of their biggest fans. And then, less than two months before the big day, the very thing their perfect wedding was themed around actually crushed their venue: a tree.

A tornado tried to ruffle the plans but only proved a mere obstacle the couple conquered, together. The perfect wooded, waterside wedding scene in the country was decided on with three weeks to spare, and the Clinton House Plantation in Clinton, SC is where the Rylander fairytale would continue on May 7th, 2011.

Their love story began with music and so it was fitting that this play a central part of the wedding. They met two years back, he the owner of two thousand vinyls and bassist of a band, she an avid music enthusiast herself and admirer of aforementioned bassist. Their time wasn't quite right on the first few meetings but fate’s moment arrived at one of Andrew's gigs, on Mary's birthday. A whirlwind commenced and they agreed to wed only months later. Her birthday this year would be their first anniversary, her gift - a dreamy engagement ring, and the love songs that soundtracked their relationship (Bob Dylan, The Beatles, The Kinks, The Avett Brothers, Wilco) were already being arranged on CDs to give as wedding favors to their guests in a few short weeks.

In those weeks, Mary was fitted into a flowing, layered vision in ivory taffeta, Andrew, a three-piece espresso brown vintage 70s Western ensemble, and a do-it-yourself approach took shape to transform an already beautiful setting to something that this couple's dreams were made of. Sheets of burlap eventually took the forms of wreaths hung about the gazebos. Craft paper programs bearing a Kinks lyric from their First Dance song ('Strangers on this road we are on, we are not two, we are one') were folded and stuffed with monogrammed hankies for guests’ “joyful tears.” Lavender, ivory, and green-hued hydrangeas were used in centerpieces, the ceremony aisle, and the bridal bouquet. Rugged tree stumps were strategically arranged where mason jars filled with sweet tea lemonade would sit upon for the most southern of cocktail hours. Mason jar candles wrapped in lace dotted the grass surrounding the reception area and as the evening progressed, the illuminated jars transformed the space. More candle-filled mason jars sat across the water along a hill in the shape of an R, a detail that would prove a defining finishing touch when the sun had set, the bluegrass band plucked away, and guests glanced over to see this final awe-inspiring surprise.

Pulling perfection together required a lot of help from their family and friends. Two of the couple’s close friends officiated the ceremony, where the couple promised to be with each other “through alien invasion and zombie attacks...to infinity and beyond.” The talented Mr Brad Grizzle, designed the stunningly illustrated invitations, and a poster identical to the invites that the guests signed during the reception - a detail that stood out to the couple as the perfect way to reflect upon a day that swept them off their feet. Brad also designed the compilation CDs that were hung along twine with clothes pins for friends and fam to take away with them at the end of the eve, and are (trust me) still being played on repeat as an endearing reminder that good love really, simply, boils down to lyrics like 'and well I'm always pretty happy just kicking back with you.'

REVIEW: David Sedaris

2011-08-18T09:54:00.000-07:00

David Sedaris, EICC, 16-20 Aug, 6.30pm.
* * * * *

Whether he’s reading story about a dog licking its nether-regions (Squirrel Seeks Elephant) or a youth sporting a Funky Motha Focka t-shirt (Standing By), Sedaris still manages to do so intelligently, and were it not for the farting airline stewards (aka ‘crop dusting’) and the infinite piles of sh*t rampant in China, you’d be fooled into thinking this talk was all a very civilised affair.

Sedaris demands to know why only he has ever led with a story on the poorific ordeals of the Orient, and elaborates on his findings there in terms of unappetising food, phlegm and other antics seen as fantastically odd through the eyes of a foreigner.

Much fun is poked at his home country in I’m Not Running for President, where he breaks many-a-balls involved in the circus that is American politics, and he summons more prolonged laughter with anecdotes on roadside North Carolina billboards and his own witty one-liner diary entries.

His memoirs have not lost their juvenile hilarity over the years and, thankfully, the 54-year-old author is still observing the behaviors around him with a detailed mockery that the self-indulgent pessimist in us all can only relish.

EIFF 2011 REVIEW: The Caller

2011-06-20T14:14:00.000-07:00

The Caller
WRITTEN BY KELLY RAE SMITH | 20 JUNE 2011

Imagine what happens when Lost, with its freakish jumps in time, meets Sleeping with the Enemy, carnival scenes included. The result is nothing short of nonsense.

Divorcee Mary (Rachelle Lefevre, of Twilight fame) moves into a new apartment in San Juan and spends most of her time being stalked and scared by either her psycho ex-husband, Steven, or more often by what is thought to be a crank caller. Oddly, Mary spends enough time speaking to the stranger to learn that her name is Rose, she’s frantically unstable, and, eventually, that she is calling from a year that is not at all the current one.

The film takes slightly intriguing twists from this point forward but what is meant to scare causes more of a startle, and what is intended to be stressful produces more of a yawn. The script is awkward, the plot riddled with holes, the concept unoriginal and the acting embarrassing. Rachelle’s Lefevre’s pretty face is the only saving grace.

Cameo 1, 20 June 8pm, 22 June 8pm

Edinburgh Festivals Magazine

EIFF 2011 REVIEW: Troll Hunter

2011-06-20T14:11:00.000-07:00

Troll Hunter
WRITTEN BY KELLY RAE SMITH | 20 JUNE 2011

When three students set off to film their investigation of some curious bear killings, they get a lot more than they bargained for. In a very Blair Witch-esque mock doc, Kalle, Thomas and Johana are curious about the oddness of Hans, suspected bear killer, and eventually follow him into the Norweigan woods late night to discover his occupation as a troll hunter.

Yes, that’s right.

Hans hunts three-headed, hideously smelly, cave-dwelling trolls who destroy everything in their path and can live well over the age of 1,000 unless exposed to Hans’ handy UV ray machetes. No one is unscathed in this sometimes hilarious, sometimes horrifying journey that will have you firmly placed on the edge of your, possibly, pee-soaked seat.

Cameo 1, 22 June 10.15pm, 24 June 10.10pm

Edinburgh Festivals Magazine

Best meal of 2010

2010-12-20T08:26:00.000-08:00

My goodness, 2010’s best grub isn’t easy to
narrow down. It could be any one of the
many meals my boyfriend (amazing chef) has
made for me, or the April afternoon spent
with a favourite friend in NYC eating
Colombian tapas and drinking white sangria,
or a massive farewell feast at Chop Chop in
March. But what makes me really smile is
Mother’s Day. I spent one fleeting day with
my (surprised) mother, sis, nephew and bro-in-
law back home in South Carolina. My sis
and I ate greasy fried green tomato and
pimento cheese burgers, shared mama’s
peach cobbler, and washed it all down with
the champagne of the South: sweet iced tea.
Held onto each second, loved every bite.
There is no taste like home.

REVIEW: Earthy Foods and Goods, yum cafe

2010-10-30T08:10:00.000-07:00

Discovering a hidden gem always feels victorious, however, the downfall is realising you should have known all along. Earthy Foods and Goods, for example, has been at my fingertips for some time, and I feel like the most foolish foodie in town for its very late appearance on my radar. I am certainly making up for lost time.

Earthy, situated on Ratcliffe Terrace in Newington, began as a market/ treasure trove of all things organic, local and ethically sourced; it has evolved into not only a place to shop for beautifully dusty vegetables seemingly just pulled from the earth itself, but also a place to relax over delicious lattes and lunches at its yum café.

Yum’s blackboard menu changes daily but is consistently impressive. Uniquely, the chefs can walk around the shop plucking ingredients, creating the menu as they go. Inside the café, customers sit at community tables sifting through cookbooks, newspapers and copies of Bite magazine (plug!), or they can wander while they wait.

Menu items available on a recent visit included lamb and mint burgers with ‘Earthy sauce’ (£6.95), spicy harissa chicken (£4.25), quiches, paninis and soup. Salad plates (£6.95) are tempting with various choices as fresh as they are diverse.

My favourites lately: an Aiket cheese, sausage and just- foraged-for greens-filled baguette and, second, a Cromail cheese toastie on walnut bread with chilli jam, both resounding testimonies to food that's fresh from the ground or the cow, and supplied by passionate, local makers. The leaves were so good I had to ask what they were. The answer? Simply spinach, like I’d never had it before.

Goodies that can be purchased from the shop include everything from organic baby food to East Lothian ricotta, Black Isle Brewery beers to Chocolate Tree bars, and organic washing powder to rapeseed oils. An array of potato and mushroom varieties will leave you indecisive, as will the many flavours of ice cream.

Earthy also hosts cookbook swaps, baking and jam competitions, craft fairs and special dinners hosted by one of their many local suppliers. Event updates as well as their ever-growing supplier list can be found on www.earthy.co.uk. See you soon, Earthlings. (K. Smith)

EARTHY FOODS & GOODS LIMITED
– Earthy Food Market
– 33-41 Ratcliffe Terrace
Edinburgh, EH9 1SX
– 0131 667 2967

OPENING HOURS
– Open everyday 'til 6pm

The Citadel Regimental Band and Pipes invades Scotland: Marching orders in Edinburgh

2010-10-30T08:00:00.000-07:00

While the rest of Charleston was left to simmer in its hotter-than-a-pepper-sprout August temps, the lads and lassies of The Citadel Regimental Band and Pipes were busy trading their bikinis for brollies as they set off to perform at the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo in Scotland's mighty cool capital city.

Every year, Edinburgh hosts a month-long festival which celebrates every form of art imaginable, with something for everyone at any time of day or night, from Beethoven for Breakfast at 8 a.m. to Late and Live Comedy from 1-5 a.m. It's like Spoleto on speed, on a grander scale and with marginally more Spaniards in attendance.

Entertainers take to the streets on giant, flaming unicycles. Tourists dine in the sky on gourmet food cooked and served atop a 100 foot-tall crane overlooking the city and its many hills. And the most glamorous burlesque acts take over the nightclubs shaking more than their tail feathers. But the highlight of some of the most alluring events in the world is the Tattoo, a nightly celebration where each year, about 217,000 people come from over the hill and yonder to see the spectacle of military bands from all over the globe perform in the stunning grounds of the Edinburgh Castle.

This year, in its Diamond anniversary, the Tattoo welcomed Charleston's very own as the United States' sole representative. How's that for high expectations?

"It's a lot to live up to, let's put it that way," beamed Danielle Vincent, a junior education major and bagpiper extraordinaire. "But it's been a great challenge and a wonderful opportunity. I think we've represented America pretty well."

Junior Nathan Figlewski, a trombone player, agreed. "You walk around town and people can tell where you're from because of the accent and they always ask why you're here. It's been very cool to represent the United States in that way — walking over that drawbridge and being able to play for thousands of people every single night."

The Citadel's 100 cadet musicians were among 1,000 military and civilian performers in the international extravaganza, which also included the Band of the Brigade of Gurkhas, New Zealand highland dancers, and the Royal Jordanian Armed Forces Contingent. Mingling with other cultures was something that proved to be quite the highlight for the traveling musicians. Their music became their language.

"There was a time before rehearsals when we were behind the drawbridge with the Jordanians, and they couldn't speak a word of English, but through music they would be like, 'Play that again,' or, 'See if you can do this, see if you can do that,'" Christine Knight, an alto sax senior from Orlando, explained. "It showed me the magic of music ... that we can communicate through music. That was an amazing experience.

"Their music is not what you expect," she added. "It's not as structured, like classical music for example, but fluid and fun, and very cool to hear another culture's style of music. It opens my ears towards different kinds of music and broadens my horizons."

Spending free time away from the castle grounds, they had lunch with one "very witty" Princess Anne. But when they weren't shaking hands with royalty or coaxing crowds to sing-a-long to "Hey Baby," these cadets got a few breaks to marvel at the local flavor. They traipsed up many hills to admire the historic scenery. Some sampled a Scottish lager called Tennent's while checking out the folk music offerings in local pubs. And junior trumpet player Will Moore could be seen rubbing elbows with Star Wars theme-playing bagpipers.

"I think the best thing about the music scene here is that you see so many people playing different styles of music on the streets," Knight added. "You have a few in Charleston, but here there's different drummers, bagpipes, people on the guitar, singing, choirs — so many people who are really, really gifted and know how to use it."

And just as they saw the beauty of the streets and caught on to the benefits of walking everywhere (you get to see stuff AND burn calories acquired from greasy chip consumption), the festivities' end drew near. Whether that's a good thing is up in the air.

Danielle Vincent says the bagpipes made her feel right at home and that she regretted having to leave. But as for Christine Knight, "This may be my ancestry, but I prefer warmer weather," she said.

Auld Lang Syne, my friends. You done good.

Freelance writer and fashionista Kelly Rae Smith is a Carolina lady living in Edinburgh, Scotland. She enjoys foggy weather, long walks, and cheeky pints of ale. She loves the Beach Boys and Britney Spears equally.

For more on The Citadel Regimental Band and Pipes or the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo, visit citadel.edu/band and edintattoo.co.uk.

Cafe Renroc rocks

2010-10-30T07:53:00.000-07:00

Same name, same corner, different owners. But, same unbeatably brilliant atmosphere.

Ownership changed hands recently with Billy and Jane (also of Earl of Marchmont and The White Horse) keeping their claim downstairs at Nevo Health but giving over the keys of Renroc to Debbie Taylor. Friends old and new are in attendance tonight to see what's new at this friendly little neighborhood favourite.

Quite the wee house warming. As upstairs is buzzing, candle-lit tables lead the way through the den below with a live DJ and samples of cheese, olives, sun-blushed tomatoes and a mixed green salad with salami and marinated tomatoes. We help ourselves. Smiling waitstaff bustle about offering glasses of wine and bowls of beef stew that hit the spot on the first truly chilly evening of the season.

Debbie's a self-professed wine afficionado who is understandably chuffed at her rejuvenated wine list as well as the addition of the Belgian-style Blue Moon, the hottest US import beer of the moment. She also has a Scotland-based beer expert from Coors on-hand tonight to indulge anyone interested in all that's new with the brews.

Perfect place to spend a Friday eve away from annoying crowds and pretentious bars, hidden away in a perfectly warm and cozy corner. We at Bite Magazine whole-heartedly approve. (Kelly Rae Smith)

91 Montgomery Street
Edinburgh, EH7 5HZ
Phone: 0131 556 0432
Website: www.renroc.co.uk

What's in season? GINGER

2010-10-30T07:48:00.000-07:00

Part of the joy of Autumn is cooking up a hot mess of comforting foods, often letting the smell of spices drift through the house to sweetly announce the season’s arrival. Cinnamon and nutmeg come to mind but what I’ve been obsessed with lately is ginger. And though it can be at its tastiest when used to bake up a fragrant treat there are so many ways to love this deliciously versatile root.

– Have you tried Crabbie’s? Not only is it an alcoholic ginger beer that is beyond lovely and quite easy to become addicted to, it is also made in Scotland.

– If that’s not boozy enough for you, try King’s Ginger liqueur. Fit for a king (Edward VII to be exact) it is ‘most royal’ when served inside a glass of champagne or on ice with tonic and lime. Check the website for a decadent cheesecake recipe.

– If King’s isn’t to hand but you love your spirits, find yourself a good ginger beer like Fentiman’s and add Sailor Jerry’s rum for a Ginger Jerry. Better yet, go to Roseleaf Cafe or the Guilty Lily in Edinburgh for some of their homemade ginger beer. – And of course, have it in your biscuits (Dean’s make a mean one with oats) or whip your own creation and celebrate the smell of Autumn baking with the following recipe. (K. Smith)

STEM GINGER AND PEAR MUFFINS

Makes 9 muffins

Ingredients

75g butter
75g light muscovado sugar
2 medium eggs, beaten
2 medium ripe pears, peeled, cored, cut
into chunks
2.5cm piece stem ginger, finely chopped
finely
grated zest from one lemon
4 tbsp semi-skimmed milk
175g natural yogurt
175ml self-raising flour
1-2 tbsp ground ginger

Method

1. Heat oven to 200C/fan 180C/gas 6. Lightly oil nine deep muffin tins.

2. Place the butter and sugar in a bowl, then beat until light and fluffy. Gradually beat in the eggs, then stir in the pears, stem ginger and lemon zest.

3. Mix the milk into the yogurt. Mix the flour with the ginger. Stir a little of the milk mixture into the butter mixture, then stir a little of the flour into the mixture. Repeat until all the ingredients are used up, being careful not to over-mix.

4. Divide the mixture between the muffin tins, filling to the top. Bake for 40 min until golden. Serve warm.

(K Smith)

Bite Magazine November 2010 issue

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Amicus Apple

2010-08-22T08:08:00.001-07:00

REVIEW
AMICUS APPLE

Before turning up one late Saturday afternoon at Amicus Apple, one could see me doing the festival dance of rushing to the wrong venues, getting the run-around at press offices and, in some cases, seeing some tired acts try too hard. And then, a bird pooped ALL over my arm.

Drinks!

Mere minutes after cleaning myself up (thanks to the napkins provided by nice folks dining outside the National Galleries), I was safely inside relaying the whole poorific ordeal and sipping the kind of cocktail that's dangerously delicious.

The Hollaback Girl (4.95) is a well-shaken mix of 42 Below Kiwi vodka, apple juice, raspberries and Chambord. My fellow diner liked the black raspberry vodka, pomegranate, raspberry and cranberry combination in the Pink Angel (6.50).

There's a set menu on-hand in addition to the al a carte and we each chose from one. My friend had the set menu pairing of a stuffed portobello with lemon and coriander cous cous starter and a main of penne tossed in pesto with roasted vegetables. She was one happy vegetarian; yes, they need love too.

From the a la carte, I go for the battered prawns to start; the coating had the perfect crunch, it's served with a forkfuls of rocket and a sweet chili dipping sauce, although I'd anticipated a mango tequila sauce. For mains, I had an Amicus burger and skinny fries. The pattie was obviously handmade with onions and herbs, and combined with cheddar, fried egg and homemade relish it was all a brilliant mess, the sign of a successful burger.

Puddings did more than tempt and by the time the gooey chocolate cake and raspberry cheesecake were gone, I’d forgotten all about all the crap I’d caught earlier. (K.Smith)

RESTAURANT AND BAR REVIEW: The Underdogs + Amore Dogs

2010-08-22T07:56:00.000-07:00

BAR REVIEW
THE UNDERDOGS + AMORE DOGS
Doggone good

The Dogs empire of Edinburgh has become synonymous with rustic simplicity, with the food sourced locally and executed imaginatively at a price that is all too kind. But lest we forget that while The Dogs, Seadogs, and Amore Dogs get all the love, The Underdogs is nestled beneath the kingdom, quietly collecting a quirk all its own.

As my companion and I discover tonight, integrating experiences at Amore Dogs with Underdogs is a move that’s seamless and all too necessary. We descend into the latter to discover a space comparable to a grandparent’s living room. Plush, faded sofas and torn leather chairs create a lived-in warmth and it’s hard to decide where to plant ourselves for a pre-dinner bevvy. When the sweet sounds of the Fleet Foxes is heard overhead, we sigh gratefully and sink into the nearest cushions, which cover an old church pew.

Perfectly-chilled Prosecco spumante goes down a treat (£3.65/glass) while we ponder over the menu of nibbles. While we hungrily spy the beef and pork ragu pie and the assorted crostinis, we must dine upstairs as anticipated, and return here for a nightcap in another cozy corner.

Up in Amore, we gush over our salads, mine with smoked mackerel, egg, anchovies, olives and capers(£4.95); hers a similar but simpler puttanescca salad with tomatoes, olives, anchovies and capers(£3.65). My main is a deeply rich bowl of pesto risotto with the unmistakable bite of sun-dried tomatoes and creamy goat’s cheese (£9.95). I wish I’d done the small bowl of risotto with a large mackerel salad but hey, we live and learn. My companion’s pizza does not suck. At all. It’s made with a fresh tomato base, Gorgonzola and rocket (£7.25). I trade some risotto for two slices and no regrets.

Somehow we manage most of a block of white chocolate semi freddo with summer berries (£4.75). How one being could consume this on their own is a mystery. It’s a bit like devouring chocolate-flavoured butter but that doesn’t really stop us because it’s that doggone good.

We take our glutton with us back downstairs, leaving our shame behind as we sip on a Bailey’s and coffee and an Amaretto with the same (both for £10.10). The Underdogs is still darling and so agreeable, and on this August eve it’s a haven from all the festival fuss. Think this might be amore. (K. Smith)

FESTIVAL REVIEW: Lovelace: A Rock Musical

2010-08-11T15:08:00.000-07:00

Lovelace: A Rock Musical * * *
The Udderbelly’s Pasture
10-29 August
22.35

Porn plus musical plus late night antics = does it really get any better? Add a mulleted redneck/disco pimp with a 70s shirt that barely buttons up over his hairy chest and protruding beer belly, and you’ve got yourself some fine entertainment. Well not ‘fine’, but entertainment still.

This biographical musical depicts the life of Linda Boreman cum Lovelace, from pregnant teen to woman-against-pornography, via stellar vocals and hilarious lyrics. With the books, music and lyrics written by Charlotte Caffey of The Go Go's fame and Anna Waronker from LA band That Dog (her father is the man behind Dreamworks), the tale is conducted like a sung-through rock opera.

It divulges Lovelace's claims of having an unsupportive mother that robs her of a safe haven, an exploited career in porn that began and continued as rape at gunpoint, and her eventual escape and redemption in campaigning with Take Back the Night. Through all of the sexual, mental and physical abuse endured, this story maintains, she never saw a cent of the billions made by her main claim to fame, Deep Throat.

Amid the heaviness, there’s also plenty of t ‘n’ a for the naughty, lyrical laughs for those in need of comic relief after a long day of lackluster festival comedy, and one hour that will quickly pass you by without 'sucking' really at all.

www.edfestmag.com August 2010

FESTIVAL REVIEW: Barbara Morrison - Behind the Green Door * * * *

2010-08-11T15:02:00.000-07:00

Barbara Morrison * * * *
The Outhouse
8-12, 16-21, 27-29 August
19.00 & 21.00

Don’t be fooled by the grays, this sister has still got it. Oooh wee, she does. With a voice that ‘don’t play’ and a saucy ol’ story to back up every song, Miss Morrison has her audience eating right out of her snappy little hands.

Hailing from Chicago via LA, Morrison sang for seven years with Ray Charles and her wealth of experience is on show for all to admire. She is joined tonight by the Tom Finlay Trio in the mood-appropriate Outhouse off Broughton Street. With spirits on ice and red wine filled to the rims, the tables are as full as the chairs in the warm and dimly lit loft.

The songstress begins with ‘the most recorded blues song in history’, wailing ‘Lawd have mercy on me’ to T-Bone Walker’s Stormy Monday (But Tuesday’s Just As Bad). The next two are courtesy of Percy Mayfield, followed by Don’t Touch Me, which she dedicates to ‘all of my ex husbands’. She’s especially flirty here, squinting those sparkling but mischievous eyes with a sinful grin.

Some Texas blues follows along with a song that Willie Nelson wrote but Mr Ray Charles sent straight to the charts: You Don’t Know Me. Her ode to legends continues with a dirty rendition of BB King’s Never Make a Move Too Soon. Morrison insists that if you see her on the street you should be friendly, and call her Sundown (cue the music), ‘I do my best work after dark’ before finally ending the night with the classic, and title of her show, Behind the Green Door.

There’s nothing not to love, and that’s why she draws a crowd of adorers each and every Fringe. See you next year, little lady.

www.edfestmag.com August 2010

FESTIVAL REVIEW: Like Little Girls in a Sweet Shop * * * *

2010-08-11T14:52:00.000-07:00

Like Little Girls in a Sweet Shop * * * *
theSpaces on the Mile @ The Radisson
2.10pm
6-14 August (not 8)

These are true stories, told with real tears. Four girls act out verbatim conversations told by their own mothers in a delightful piece of theatre that turns out to be just as touching as the concept itself.

The multitude of events that can happen between four women in the 70s is extraordinary. As teens, there are crushes, boys, silly dates and smooching; but there are also moments quite unforgettable like being picked on by the Mean Girls because she is less fortunate or seeing grossly unjust abuse over dropping a slice of bread.

As adults, the intertwining of joy, heartbreak and devastation continues: being blissful when a marriage begins; honeymooning at the Isle of Wight; a child is born when it’s already dead; miscarriages are a fact of life; and a marriage ends when an affair is admitted one Christmas night.

It’s all told charmingly by these grateful daughters and one could scarcely think of a more beautiful way to honour their very different, but all very phenomenal, mothers.

FESTIVAL REVIEW: Cirque de Legume *

2010-08-11T14:39:00.000-07:00

Cirque de Legume *
Gilded Balloon
12-30 August (except 18)
14.30

I should start by saying that the next time I opened my fridge after this show, I spotted an onion and carrot and shut the door quickly, somehow now scarred and afraid of these innocent vegetables.

Circus of the vegetable. Hmmm. Okay so there’s a couple of clowns. The scenes that flash before me, the ones I’ve tried to block out, involve a girl clown shoving carrot after carrot into boy clown’s mouth while he pretends to be the ‘horse of Spain’ and chucking chunks of orange bits onto the stage and into the audience; she also crazily beats the ‘horse’ with lettuce and leeks until they’re also torn and shred all over the place.

Another flash reveals an onion striptease, which he promises us to find ‘most a-peel-ing’. I love the pun but the rest, weird. Funny? In a slightly terrifying and confusing way, yes. In that sense, there is much laughter.

Now I’m sensing something else - oh yes - there is the bit where she is hypnotised by the radish I believe it is. ‘How ‘bout that?’, they ask. It’s all they say basically throughout the entire show, which is, I admit, pretty cute. Oh yes, the radish - she is made to believe she’s a mouse or a rodent of the sort from Poland, and then furiously eats the radish, leaving her face gooey, wet and red-tinted. A bit of the red of some peppers/pretend knives also regurgitate out of boy clown’s mouth, and onto the stage.

Basically two people spend an hour playing strange, bizarre games/roles with vegetables; the other people stare aghast at the scene while praying that they’ll be spared from flying chewed-up veggies.

I have managed to muster up one star because one person did actually get it, and yelled ‘Bravo’, so good for her. I also respect that I will have this story to tell for ages to come; I only hope the fear of carrots will subside sooner than later.

www.edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL REVIEW: The Roaring Boys Will Set You Free

2010-08-11T09:40:00.000-07:00

The Roaring Boys Will Set You Free * * * *
The Underbelly
5-29 August (except 17 and 24)
5.40pm

Admittedly, when the Fringe Guide was released this year, I scoured the plethora of adverts and listings in hopes of finding the return of the guys that did Tim: Against All Odds during last year’s festival. That was a highlight of my August 2009, the kind of show that makes you love this time of year as it takes you by surprise in the late afternoon, and when you think you’re too jaded to sit through any more tired and unwitting acts, the next thing you know you’re giddy despite yourself and exiting the venue with the act's stickers, signs and sweets.

I almost gave up but then stumbled upon The Roaring Boys. Yes! There they are, my old pals! And it’s like deja vous- the same venue, on the same row, only this time with quite great expectations. And I can’t help myself, I still can’t get enough.

The theme of the act this year is funny enough as Danny and Jonny, with their expensive banners, aim to ‘set you free’and Stop the One Show. You know, the one on BBC One that features topics like ‘Hardeep Singh Kohli wears dresses’ or insert-celeb-name-here ‘tells the history of pate.’ These boys have had enough of time-wasting telly and are campaigning for its demise.

The mission takes many nonsensical, and therefore hilarious, detours: girlfriend stealer and tall man Robert (tall, very tall) tauntingly appears and reappears, an ode to French grandparents is sung at an awkward intermission and sis Clare/Jonny declares herself ‘a poorly conceived character’

And when the mission is on the right track (ish), there are truly bril songs (‘we are the roaring boys and you are the people who were paid to come and see our show’), the obligatory audience participation aids in constructing a bomb (Stop the One Show plan A) from a watch and a shoe (a gun is produced in the form of a Fringe guide), and the talk of transporting poo only to smear it on the BBC walls as plan B of operation Set You Free.

The sequence of varied, bizarre events is swift, the wit, sharp and the quantity of kooky, just right. As I still carry their catchy tunes in my head, I look forward to next year's laughs from this endearing duo.

www.edfestmag.com

EDINBURGH JAZZ FESTIVAL REVIEW: Brian Auger's Oblivion Express

2010-08-04T09:33:00.001-07:00

Brian Auger’s Oblivion Express * * * *
Voodoo Rooms
2 August
8.30pm

Brian Auger, acid jazz god and master of the Hammond, brings a flood of sentiment from the sixties in a room full of long-time admirers to the Voodoo Rooms tonight with his Oblivion Express.

The ensemble is impressively comprised of the son of a Sample on bass, and Auger’s own son on percussion; his daughter is the blond born with the amazing chops.

Savannah Grace Auger’s sure-fire voice delivers jazzy, soulful belts that sends shivers. Beginning with a track entitled Truth, she is a chip off the old block as the tune brings life to the room in the form of bobbing heads, shaking hips and tapping toes.

Brian, or as Savannah calls him, ‘the craziest man in showbiz’, flaunts his incomparable skills on the organ in every instance, firing away at the keys with blinding speed. It’s easy to see how he has played alongside legends like Jimi Hendirx, Led Zeppelin and Eric Burdon (the latter also playing in Edinburgh this Jazz Festival - is a brief reunion in the works?). He even recalls to the audience recording with Donovan fiftyish years ago before performing the Oblivion Express version of Season of the Witch - a highlight.

I’d have preferred another hour of way-back-when storytelling but maybe that’s just me. It seems that all is well while the devotees depart, humming with the nostalgia that Auger’s Hammond has commanded.

Also published in August 2010 on edfestmag.com

FILM REVIEW: Thunder Soul

2010-06-20T10:21:00.000-07:00

Thunder Soul, Edinburgh International Film Festival 2010
Fri 18 June 20.20 Cineworld
Sat 19 June 15.45 Cineworld

The Kashmere Stage Band formed in a predominantly black high school in Kashmere, Texas in 1969 under the direction of Conrad O Johnson, known to the kids as 'Prof'. Just as African-Americans had emerged out of the Civil Rights Movement of the 60s, they saw the 70s as their time to shine, to pay homage to the generation that made opportunities possible - like the opportunity to be in a first class band so extraordinary that, although composed of teens, wins best stage band in America two years in a row. This is their story, told 35 years later for the purpose of reforming as a tribute to a frail, 92-year-old Prof.

The reunion is heart-warming and full of emotion as every member travels from across the world back to the very same band room where they escaped to so long ago, away from the streets and away from trouble and into the hands of Prof - a man who taught the fatherless to be a men and became a patriarchal figure to the entire group. The resulting sound is a phenomenal mix of funk led jazz, every work created by Prof and recorded onto LPs that are best-selling collector's items today. The group's success took them to unimaginable places, first beating all white bands across America, and then accepting invites to be treated as bonafide artists across Europe and Japan, lighting up every stage they danced across.

The reunion is a spiritual time as they dust off untouched trombones and stroll misty-eyed down memory lane, and this documentary captures unfathomable events that will move every single viewer, fans of soul and funk or not. (Kelly Rae Smith)

Also published on edfestmag.com

FILM REVIEW: Thelma, Louise et Chantel

2010-06-20T09:38:00.001-07:00

Thelma, Louise et Chantel, Edinburgh International Film Festival 2010
Mon 21 June 18.15 Cineworld
Tuesd 22 June 20.15 Cineworld

Like Thelma and Louise, Thelma, Louise et Chantel is a feminine adventure but with a middle-aged twist a la Mamma Mia!, all wrapped up in hilarious and raunchy French dialogue with a soundtrack that really kills it.

Three very different old friends come together for a road trip to the south of France in order that they might attend the wedding of Gabrielle's ex and father of her children. As any escapade will do, this one has its detours and so it unfolds that the other two companions have their own interests in this husband-to-be, along with each of their own insecurities, sadness and an urgent need for liberation.

Gabrielle is a vivacious, sexually charged and gorgeous woman who loves the attention of young and older fellas alike, until she discovers more than she wanted to know about the ex. Chantal is a wife and mother in the process of beating cancer, a battle that has robbed her of one breast and thus her confidence as a desirable woman. She can't let go of things like the death of her dog (she carries him everywhere with her in a cooler) and the memories of her dead sister that link her rather insignificantly it turns out, to Gabriella's ex - a revelation that worsens her feelings of being invisible first before eventually liberating her. And Nelly is an English teacher who is quite literally stripped down to her barest bones before she looks at her life honestly enough to make some changes.

Hilarity ensues throughout and though it can be argued that this is another passenger on the train of films about confidence-seeking older women, it will still make you want to high five them all when it's all said and done. It is hot, it is funny and it is, especially, honest. (Kelly Rae Smith)

Also published on edfestmaag.com

FILM REVIEW: Frontier Blues

2010-06-20T08:11:00.000-07:00

Frontier Blues, Edinburgh International Film Festival
Cineworld
Mon 21 June 12.15 and Tue 22 June 13.55

The title Frontier Blues refers to the lonely landscape, the vast isolation of the Steppes that is the barren backdrop for the different lives of four Iranian men. Each story is ordinary but void of a human connection that they all so obviously need. Hassan connects with the audience first while showing us his box of license plates which he collects when he's not combing or cleaning or simply walking about with his other obsession, his pet donkey. Hassan wanders uselessly while claiming to be very busy, and carries a cassette player that plays Francois Hardy's Tous les Garcons et Les Filles, which is indeed so lovely that locals give him free rides in the back of a truck in exchange for hearing the beautiful ballad. He lives with his shop-owning uncle who receives so little satisfaction at his business that much of his time is spent gazing at his own monotonous ceiling fans. Hassan eventually goes to work with Alam, who works on a chicken farm while also learning English so that he can escape one day, he prays, by boat with the Persian woman for whom he has fallen. And finally there's the minstrel who still holds a torch for his wife even though she ran off with a guy in a green Mercedes Benz three decades before. He poses throughout the film with four young boys for a photojournalist wishing to make a series about Turkmen in their regular habitat, a move that shows off the incredible craftsmanship that has gone into shooting this film. It is a slow-going production because of its delicate message of despair that is told so tenderly but one that still favourably received for its thoughtfulness. It isn't harrowing, but may make you sad, and it isn't a happy film, but it may make you smile. Kelly Smith

Also published on edfestmag.com

Film review: Barry Munday

2010-06-20T08:04:00.000-07:00

Barry Munday, Edinburgh International Film Festival 2010
Mon 21 June 21.35 Cineworld,Fountainbridge
Tue 22 June 21.45 Cineworld, Fountainbridge

It's such a pity when a pretty lovable and respected cast such as this chooses to take part in a film that was probably as good and definitely funnier when it was done the first time and called Knocked Up. Who knows who thunk it first but it's also a shame that whispers of 40-year Old Virgin sneak in there too and cause one to leave the cinema feeling as if perhaps it should have been titled Barry Mundane.

It's an enjoyable rip-off though, if you dig the actors, and I do. A believably obnoxious Barry Mundane played by Patrick Wilson likes to invite women out of his league for happy hour at Chilis. He also wears Hawaiian shirts, pretends to do insurance work and drifts through life as your average douche bag until two things happen. One, he has a forgettable but conceptional sexual encounter with the virginal and undesirably-attired Ginger, an irritating character made endearing by Judy Greer, just before he (Two) quite rightly has his testicles attacked by a trumpet and then surgically removed.

Typically, this one night stand turns into more than that and well, let's not pretend that you don't know the rest.

Some special people also include the adorable Chloe Sevigny who plays a Miss Perfect by day and pole dancer by night, and the always welcome face of Cybill Shepherd as Ginger's mother.

It's entertaining once the redundance is accepted but steer clear if you want what most of us want out of the EIFF, something that's wonderfully unconventional.

Written for edfestmag.com

Film review: The Kid

2010-06-20T07:57:00.001-07:00

The Kid, Edinburgh International Film Festival
Wed 23 June 2010 20.35 Cineworld, Fountainbridge
Thur 24 June 2010 18.00 Cineworld, Fountainbridge
Director: Nick Moran

The Kid, based on a best-selling novel by Kevin Lewis, is Lewis' own horrific account of growing up in a council estate in 1970s London. As a child, Kevin is locked away, friendless save for his drawings on the walls, and beaten by his haggard, chain-smoking mother (Natascha McElhone) while his alcoholic father consistently escapes to the pub. After temporary relief at a foster home, an unthorough and gullible social worker mistakenly sends Kevin back home where, as a teenager, he is finally beaten unconscious and sent to a home that saves and forever affects him. A school teacher also becomes a hero at this point of the story by physically ensuring Kevin's retreat to his new haven and sends him off equipped with a set of headphones, cassette player and the classical music that beautifully soundtracks the entire film.

Kevin's new father shows him the foreign feeling of affection and supports him in every endeavor no matter how senseless or grand, until the father's unexpected death which causes his life to gruesomely unravel. Rupert Friend is the adult Kevin, with a performance that makes the hard realities to come so real, it's often unbearable to watch the harshness happen to a character with whom the audience undoubtedly loves and sympathises.

In the events that follow, including loss of his girlfriend and mortgage, and becoming a janitor by day, money-making punching bag by night, Kevin squirms in and out of danger and finally back to his derelict childhood home to attempt suicide. During this time, he also decides to document his life story in an effort to explain his emotional incapabilities to the woman he loves, his future wife, who would later transcribe his words and submit for publishing, resulting in the 2003 autobiography.

Stories, harrowing ones such as Precious, about troubled teens who find their way with the help of the teacher who went above and beyond have, of course, been told before but this film proves they should be told because they're true. It's an inspirational story with the cast and direction that convey it with brilliance.

Lewis has since followed up The Kid with the novel, The Kid Moves On.

ALICE IN EDINBURGH: Everything you need for a mad little tea party!

2010-04-20T15:51:00.000-07:00

Create your own tea scene

Just two hours before penning this, I actually purchased my third charity shop tea set of 2010. Before I even knew Alice was back on the scene, I'd already succumbed to the tea cup obsession. Between having beer in tea cups at the Roxy Art House bar and pot-tails at Roseleaf Cafe, I'd decided that having a wide selection of pretty tea pots, cups and saucers would result in many creative uses. The last survivor of my wine glasses got broken last weekend, but I need not fear! As I write, I'm enjoying a lovely tea cup of wine. Last night, I served up homemade mushroom soup with basil and Granada Padana and it was of course doubly amazing in a darling cup and saucer. So I encourage all to scope out your local charity shops and be imaginative with what you find. And if you end up with a cupboard of totally mismatched bits of china, then all the better. Happy digging!

Loopy Lorna's and Tea Cosies

If Alice were to arrive in Edinburgh today, I can think of no place more appropriate to welcome her than a place called Loopy Lorna's. Situated on Morningside Road, Loopy Lorna's caters to every sort of tea connoisseur. The staff girls are all friendly and clad in sweet pink and frilly pinnies that complement the general pink incorporated decor. The menu boasts ice cream sundaes, cream teas, afternoon teas, 'scrummy breakfasts', 'moreish mains' and 'luscious light bites'. The tea menu includes pots of hot stuff called things like Sparkling Darjeeling, Loopy Lapsang, Oh my Masala Chai and, served in a glass tea pot, Jasmine Dragon Pearls. My very favourite thing about Loopy Lorna's? The tea cosies! Not just nice knitted tea cosies, we're talking fuzzy cosies - beaked and tailed cosies. Yes, every tea pot presented is wrapped with adorable knitted animals; and since you are bound to love and want to keep them, they also sell various sizes for under £20. Amazing, I tell thee. Have a looksie at 370 Morningside Road.

Roseleaf Pot-tails

You've probably heard us bang on about these in the past so I just have one reminder: Rosewater 'O' Leith pot-tails! Yes, cocktail plus tea pot equals pot-tail. Imagine vodka with rose syrup, lemonade and red chili flakes served on ice, with straws, and poured from an old tea pot, into old mismatched tea cups. Let them make you, or mix for yourself, this stellar drink. Between the fun, creative flavours and the hot pink colour, we reckon Alice would down it faster than you can say 'I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date'! Roseleaf is located off the Shore in Leith at 23/24 Sandport Place.

Vintage aprons

Alice is perfect proof that a girl can don an apron over a dress anytime and she still looks fab and makes many friends! Armstrong's Vintage (Grassmarket, Teviot Place, Clerk Street) has oodles of gorgeous vintage aprons that are too pretty to stay in an old box or a messy kitchen. They really are charming little works of art that look amazing as a unique addition to a less exciting skirt or dress and with handy little pockets in them as well, it's a great place to stash sugar coated sweets ala Alice post Caucus-Race! Grab one at any of their three locales or find one on their online shop at www.armstrongsvintage.co.uk

Go on, go mad!

Also published in the March 2010 issue of Bite Magazine in Edinburgh, UK

FROM THE ARCHIVES::GIG REVIEW:: Dan Deacon, The Teenagers

2010-01-25T04:13:00.000-08:00

T on the Fringe, August 2007
Cabaret Voltaire, Edinburgh

It's rare that an opening act blows the headliner out of the water but this is certainly the case tonight in the final hours of T on the Fringe. Dan Deacon is the said opener who composes an imaginataive and marvelously maniacal set of electro-futuristic sounds while turning his hospitable audience into his very best mates. He begins with a chat that confirms his insanity before transforming the performance into an audience participation playground. After a crowd-assisted countdown, there's also a dance-off that the kids embrace whole-heartedly. Deacon is intriguingly fun and his approach to his cosmic creations has a contagious quality that can make ya feel really damn good.

What an impossible act to follow, particularly for The Teenagers. Profoundly dull and tragically talentless, it's hard to imagine how these detestable scenesters secured their names to appear in such large print. With juvenile lyrics that are self-indulged and nauseating like "I fucked my American cunt", there's really no reason any thinking person should ever consider The Teenagers to be as cool as The Teenagers esteem themselves to be. If an hour spent on this band is to ever be remotely forgiveable, perhaps they should steer clear of sharing bills with bona fide artists such as Deacon.

Also published on edfestmag.com in August 2007

TAKEAWAY REVIEW: Spicebox

2010-01-19T17:01:00.000-08:00

SPICEBOX
The tastiest Thai around

EVER SINCE BITE INTRODUCED ME TO SPICEBOX TAKEAWAY OVER A YEAR AGO, I HAVE NOT, NOT EVEN ONCE, BOTHERED DINING OUT FOR THAI. HAVING FOOD DELIVERED TO YOU IS ALWAYS A TREAT BUT WHEN IT'S YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF CUISINE AND IT'S BETTER THAN ANY RESTAURANT AROUND, WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THE FLAT?

So since I am partial to a few favourites on the menu, I request, for unbiased review purposes, to have a bag of surprises delivered to my door. The first of the mystery boxes held starters of gai hor bai teoy (£4.65), tod mun pla (fish cakes, £4.25), por pia jae (spring rolls, £4.05) and por pia gai (also spring rolls £4.25). The gai hor bai teoy is favoured especially - Thai whisky, sesame oil and spice-marinated chicken is already perfectly juicy and flavourful before wrapped in Pandanus tree leaves. The sesame honey dip is a perfect complement and the presentation of the dish alone is worth it.

The tasty fish cakes are packed well with cod, salmon and haddock that are fresh from Eddie's Seafood Market. Our spring rolls are filled with first veg, bean sprouts and glass noodles and wrapped in pastry with a sweet basil leaf, and the latter is made with the traditional fillings of delicious chicken and herbs. Starters are often my favourite part of a meal and this is no exception.

Probably the sweetest surprise is the 'salad' we receive - the yum nua yang beef (£6.45). It's a rather ample and hot dish resembling the likes of a curry more so than a salad. Strips of beef are cooked on a flame grill and entwined with a leaf salad with cucumbers, onions, tomatoes, shallots and an outstanding Thai salad dressing. This dish is a hot one and layered with flavours, each bite unravelling a different taste. Tremendous. Eat it as a main with a side of lovely jasmine rice.

The final fave is number 39: gaeng ped yang (£8.95). Said to be a central Thailand fave, it's made with red curry paste, bell peppers, cherry tomatoes, grapes (yes, grapes!!), chili and sweet basil. The many complexities of this dish is what makes it a must, and yes, the sweetness of the grapes with the cherry tomatoes help to nail it.

Orders usually take an hour as they're made from scratch but I'd have waited longer to consume the best Thai in town in my own living room. (KELLY RAE SMITH)

Spicebox
201 Pleasance
Edinburgh
EH8 9RU
0131 662 4411
www.spicebox.sy2.com

OPENING HOURS
Tue-Thu,Sun 4:30pm-11:30pm; Fri-Sat 4pm-12am

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Pani Solinska, Broughton Street

2010-01-19T16:56:00.001-08:00

REVIEW
PANI SOLINSKA
Warming for both heart and belly!

THE SNOW THAT BLANKETED THE CAPITAL A FEW WEEKS AGO BROUGHT WITH IT TRAVEL FRUSTRATIONS, A LOT OF SHIVERING AND A FEW FALLS, BUT I THINK WE CAN ALL RECALL IT WITH FONDNESS TOO. CERTAIN MOMENTS WILL LINGER FAVOURABLY IN OUR MINDS, LIKE THE PARTICULARLY FREEZING JANUARY NIGHT THAT I FOUND A HAVEN OF WARMTH (IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE) INSIDE PANI SOLINSKA ON BROUGHTON STREET.

With enlarged black and white family photos (circa WWII, Poland) aligning the walls, the promise of comfort abounds. The owner, Dorothy, welcomes my friend and I and explains the tasting board we are about to share while we settle in with a Zubr (a tasty, citrusy beer), Redd's apple lager (both £3.50) and a basket of Polish bread. Soon we begin the feast complete with a Polish vodka tasting that will ensure that we stay nice and toasty for the remainder of the evening.

The range of vodkas (six altogether) fare wonderfully with the Polish meat board (£19.95 per person for the board plus vodkas). The classic Polish vodkas are all very distinctive and are as follows: Krupnik (sweet, smooth, cocoa), Żołądkowa (orange), Starka (whisky-flavoured), Śliwowica (plum, fiery), Wisniowka (cherry, great finish) and, from the freezer, Żubrówka (nutty, marzipan-like).

On the charcuterie board, we have Wiejska, a Polish village sausage that's smoked, garlicky and peppery with a nice, crisp skin; Kindziuk, salami-style cured sausage, rich with all-spice and brilliant flavour; Debowa, a more delicate-flavoured ham sausage; and long-aged, smoked Parma ham-style cuts of pork. All is served on an impressive, hand-made board with salted gherkins and mustard. We also try the smalec, a very traditional dish of pork fat fried with onions and served with bread - immense; a side of horseradish and beetroot salad that refreshes the palate sweetly; and finally the dish I have yearned for since my arrival, bigos. Hunter's bigos, a 1300 century recipe, is a stew-like, sour and savoury bowl of cabbage, Polish sausage, prunes, red wine, juniper, all-spice, sauerkraut and mushrooms. Nothing could have been more well-suited for below-zero climate than a warming bowl of bigos washed down with a series of exciting vodkas!

A couple of hours later and you can't kick us out of the place. Dorothy's passion shines through discussions of each flavour we've tasted (from the meats to the bigos to the vodkas), of the family-oriented decor and, essentially, of her precious Polish origins. We're not the only ones who feel so at home; because so many locals have endearing, ancient family tales from their Polish homeland, storytelling nights are arranged every so often. The next one is on the 23rd of February. (KELLY RAE SMITH)

PANI SOLINSKA
-73 Broughton Street
Edinburgh
-EH1 3RJ
-0131 557 6900
-www.panisolinska.com

ALSO IN THE FEBRUARY 2010 ISSUE OF BITE MAGAZINE

LUNCH REVIEW: Illegal Jack's South West Grill

2009-12-10T01:28:00.000-08:00

ILLEGAL JACK'S SOUTH WEST GRILL
Fast, fresh, convenient

A south west grill is a familiar concept to this American. Places like Chipotle and Moe's are among the favorites in the States serving up fast but fresh Tex Mex, with specific pride placed on a variety of salsas and the ability to walk away with a giant meal for a tiny price.

This is a brand new concept to Edinburgh, and to my knowledge, Scotland. 'Jack' and company realised a potential for a south west grill within a city that can be barren of places to actually sit in and have a large, impressive meal for under six or so quid; and so, Illegal Jack's is born.

It has completely taken over the old and uninspiring home of Pizza Hut on Lothian Road after a mind-boggling transformation requiring unfathomable amounts of love and patience for a result so tremendous. Gone are the manky walls and aroma of stale dough, replaced now with clean, white walls, gorgeous oak furniture throughout and far more inviting scents emanating from the completely re-fitted kitchen.

On my first of, inevitably, many visits, I go for the tacos (£5.25), a portion of three corn tortilla shells and the option to fill them with any variety chicken, beef or sauteed vegetables. I try one of each, and top each one with three different salsas, cheese and a side of, apparently, one hour fresh guacamole.

Although the shells could have been crispier, the contents made it more forgiving. Everything is marinated with chipotle peppers for 24 hours, rendering a smokiness, however, discernibly different flavour within each filling. The salsas are obviously fresh, with hotness ranging as mild, sweet (roasted) and super hot. For real fire lovers, there's plenty of Louisiana Hot Sauce on-hand too - a brand they believe is more excellent than the many they sampled during a search for the perfect complementary sauce.

Also on the menu are fajitas, chili bowls, salad bowls, nachos, quesadillas and, the next item on my agenda, burritos. I got a glimpse of the latter, and they are truly served in American-sized portions and come with instructions to 1. Put back the fork and knife. You won't need it; and 2. Grab the burrito with both hands.

It should be noted that there's no booze served at all, so come only with an appetite for lots of rather great examples of American South West flavour. (K. Smith)

ILLEGAL JACK'S
-113 Lothian Road
-Edinburgh
-EH3 9AN

OPENING HOURS
Mon-Thurs 12-8pm
Fri-Sat 12-9pm
Sun 12-8pm

Also in the January 2010 issue of Bite Magazine

INTERVIEW: William Douglas and The Wheel

2009-10-04T15:37:00.000-07:00

Another goodie to fly off the Edinburgh live rumour mill this year is four-piece rock 'n' rollers William Douglas and the Mill. With the catchy, melodic soul of The Beatles an obvious homage, as well as the rambunctious rock of the Rolling Stones, this is the kind of music that makes you want to slam back a few bottles of beer, hug your friends, and enemies too, and then sing all the way home. Drummer Ian 'Stoddy' Stoddart spoke to The List briefly about The Wheel and exactly where you can find them, as they are not to be missed.

When and how did William Douglas and the Wheel come to be?
We have been together about three years. William (vocals, guitar) met Chris Agnew (bass, vocals, guitar) at an open mic. I (drummer) got asked to fill in for the previous drummer and stayed at the party! Austen George (guitar, backing vocals) arrived recently to take the guitar job and after many a night at Dr Ruby's and the late spots at the Jazz Bar...the Wheel rolls!

What kind of music inspires you to make your own?
This week we've been mostly listening to Beatles remastered, Neil
Young, The Kinks and Stax!

Have you guys recorded any music of late?
We recorded I'll be Your General, a song that was kickin' around William's kitchen for a while, at Jewel and Esk's new studio with help from a friendly engineer called Frankie. We had 3 hours to get it done.

Do you have any regular gig slots anywhere?
Regular gig is at the Jazz Bar, Edinburgh on Saturdays from 6 until 8.30 pm. We are the
rock 'n' roll infiltrators!

Favourite Beatles album?
Fave Fab Four album is....Sergeant Pepper's Mystery Revolving White Rubber Road For Sale.

http://www.myspace.com/williamdouglasandthewheel

William Douglas and the Wheel play Saturdays at the Jazz Bar, Edinburgh, from 6 to 8.30pm.

Also published in The List

GIG REVIEW: Pastels/Tenniscoats

2009-09-22T03:20:00.000-07:00

The Pastels/Tenniscoats

Scottish indie gods The Pastels make an anticipated return to stage after a hiatus that has for a few years been spent planning and recording with their Japanese counterparts, Tenniscoats.

Hard to believe that the mere idea of new collaborative album, Two Sunsets, the Pastels’ first in, gosh, over a decade, was conceivable with the two bands based on separate continents but witnessing the finished efforts of this baby live and it’s obvious why they just had to make it work. What a worthwhile and sensible marriage. This is just one of several visits to Scotland from Tokyo that have made this unique and breezy blend so possible, the result is so very soft, wispy, classic Pastels.

With orchestral-esque additions of flute, clarinet and trumpet, Takashi Ueno’s harmonica cries and the oriental distinctions shining through with Saya Ueno’s sweet vocals, this set is a sheer charmer. Highlights include an ethereal Jesus and Mary Chain cover, ‘About You’, the righteous, whispering melodies of ‘Mou Mou Rainbow’ and the utterly rich simplicity of ‘Two Sunsets’. It’s a night where nothing can go wrong, and the Pastels prove they’ve still got game without seeming they have anything to prove at all.

Also here on isthismusic.com

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Harvey Nichols Brasserie

2009-09-22T03:18:00.000-07:00

REVIEW
HARVEY NICHOLS
Seafood and skylines

NOT A LOT HAS CHANGED SINCE MY LAST VISIT TO HARVEY NICOLS' FORTH FLOOR BRASSERIE: THE RIGHT MENU ITEMS STILL EXIST, THE ONLY TABLES WORTH SITTING AT ARE THE ONES BY THE WINDOW AND THE VIEW OVER ST ANDREW SQUARE AND THEN EXTENDING PAST THE CASTLE AND TO THE HILLS REMAINS AWESOME. IT GETS BETTER AS THE NIGHT PROGRESSES, THE BAFFLING SCOTTISH SKIES CHANGING SHAPES AND COLOURS BEFORE MY EYES.

My friend and I marvel at the strangeness of empty post-festival streets below before focusing on the menu. In the spirit of trying something new, I resist my favourite from last time - a chicken terrine - and decide on the chicken liver parfait (£6), quite the indulgence of mouth-puckering rich mouse that I affix on brioche with a complementary spiced apple and walnut chutney. My friend's palmiers with chicory salad (£7) is a delightful dish of puff pastries imaginatively served with Parma ham instead of a cup of tea. She loves it.

The main dish is indeed the main attraction. We share the lobster seafood platter (£55), although there are several versions from which to choose. It is beautiful to look at with oysters, clams and mussels surrounding the mound of salmon, then whole langoustines and chunky, generously de-shelled lobster tails atop. All is remarkably fresh from the salt of the oysters to the mild sweetness of the lobster. In a country so well-known for warm comfort food and a predominately sun-less climate, it is nice to be reminded that, though not frequented in traditional attire, we really are so close to the sea and its delicious creatures that are best served cold, with a pretty sunset.

For dessert, it's too tempting to let the peach and blueberry crumble pass us by and it does not disappoint with the warm fruit and shortbread crumbles polished away with a perfectly mild caramel ice cream. And so yes, all seems right, and what could really go wrong from where we sit? By the time we depart, the Jennings sign and the castle are alight to remind us that even with skies of pure darkness, the city's sky-line still a sight of wonder.

30-34 St. Andrew Sq
Edinburgh, EH2 2AD
0131 524 8350

Monday to Friday:
Morning: 10:00am - 12noon
Lunch: 12 noon - 3:00pm
Afternoon: 3:00pm - 5:30pm

Saturday:
Morning: 10:00am - 12 noon
Lunch: 12 noon - 3.30pm
Afternoon: 3.30pm - 5:30pm

Sunday brunch 11am to 5pm

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Bella Mbriana

2009-09-22T03:16:00.000-07:00

REVIEW
BELLA MBRIANA
Neapolitan nourishment

FOR MANY OF US WESTERNERS, OUR IDEA OF ITALIAN CUISINE IS SLIGHTLY SKEWED AS WE ARE GENERALLY OFFERED ANY NUMBER OF VARIATIONS ON PASTA, CHEESE, BREAD AND TOMATO SAUCE. THAT'S ALL GOOD STUFF, DON'T GET ME WRONG, BUT ITALY IS A BIG PLACE AND THESE FAMOUS BASICS AREN'T NECESSARILY INDIGENOUS THROUGHOUT THE COUNTRY. FOR INSTANCE, NEAPOLITAN FAYRE IS BASED LARGELY AROUND MEAT, FISH AND VEGETABLES AND GENEROUS DRIZZLES OF EXTRA VIRGIN OLIVE OIL, A FACT WE'RE LEARNING NOW THANKS TO BELLA MBRIANA. LOCATED AT THE BOTTOM OF BROUGHTON STREET, THE NEW, CONTEMPORARY DECORATED RESTAURANT IS THE VISION OF CHEF ROSARIO SARTORE WHO IS HERE TO SCHOOL EDINBURGH DINERS ON WHAT WE MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT SOUTHERN ITALIAN CUISINE. HE'S SO ADAMANT, IN FACT, ABOUT AUTHENTICITY THAT IT'S A REQUIREMENT FOR EVERY CHEF THERE TO BE ITALIAN.

Sartore's interpretation of the region is a hit with the fior de zucchine (£6.95): battered courgette flowers with oven-baked cherry tomatoes and a dip of pureed butternut squash plus ricotta cheese infused with creamed anchovies - both dips of which I would happily pair with almost anything but fried courgettes are indeed a delicious choice. My friend is astonished to have essentially ordered a large ball of cheese! Served inside a small bowl of cherry tomato juices, olive oil, garlic and oregano, the provola dei poveri (5.95)is soft like fresh mozzarella but with a lovely, mild smokey flavour. As the menu suggests, it's a 'wonderful way to eat this cheese!'

For mains, I go for the melanzane a scarpone (£10.95): an oven-baked aubergine shoe filled with an onion, cherry tomato and basil sauce and accompanied with marinated chopped lamb and salted cheese. It's simple but lovely, and much lighter than the typical heavy dish of pasta that can at times push your appetite over the edge! My friend's petto d' anatra (£12.95) is a heavenly dish of duck breast cooked with olive oil, mixed grapes, Gran Marnier and caramelised leeks, the sweeter components balancing smartly with the savory duck.

Bella Mbriana is very imaginative, and just as welcoming too, and it is apparent that they are as passionate about the land from which they came as they are about its food.

BELLA MBRIANA

7-11 East London Street
Edinburgh
EH7 4BN

0131 558 9581
www.bella-mbriana.com

TREATMENT REVIEW: Microdermabrasion

2009-09-22T03:14:00.000-07:00

TREATMENT REVIEW
MULBERRY HOUSE
Microdermabrasion

SKIN PROBLEMS LIKE ACNE, FINE LINES AND SUN DAMAGE HAVE CAUSED MANY SUPPOSED SOLUTIONS TO EVOLVE OVER TIME. MANY INSTILL HOPE, ONLY TO BE DISSOLVED WHEN NOTHING BUT YOUR MONEY SEEMS TO DISAPPEAR, BUT SOMETIMES A SMALL MIRACLE COMES ALONG TO RENEW YOUR FAITH AS WELL AS YOUR EPIDERMIS. TECHNOLOGY CAN BE A WONDERFUL THING, AND IN THIS CASE IT IS ALSO FINANCIALLY FEASIBLE, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THE REWARDS OF MICRODERMABRASION.

Although there was no promise of the normal luxurious indulgence of facials, I still feel very relaxed inside the complementary health centre at Mulberry House, as if I'm in store for something great. My treatment specialist, Sally, is calming and informative as she explains the process of this high-tech procedure.

What is about to happen? In just a few minutes, my dead skin is totally lifted away with a small vacuum that uses medicated crystals to gently break away the useless, outermost layer of skin while also exfoliating and revealing the new, living skin, its smooth and soft surface now receptive to nutrients. Sally uses a soft speed on the first sweep of my face and neck, then increasing the suction in the finishing stages of the procedure. It takes a total of 30 minutes, accounting also for the skin's preparation and therapeutic final moisturising treatments, and is far simpler than bizarre daily cleansing regimes and completely noninvasive. There's nothing painful to it at all and the recovery time, even for my sensitive skin, is zilch.

It is said that on just one treatment, a very noticeable disappearance of blackheads is present and after eight treatments, active acne is virtually gone. Sally explains that people enjoy the one-off refresher as much as a proper multiple procedure, the latter of which can apparently have remarkable, long-lasting results. She is not only helpful in recommending microdermabrasion as a solution to fine lines, sun damage, age spots and oily skin, but also offers sensible advice on daily cleansing and the right kind of moisturiser for my skin.

Overall, a genuinely great experience that left me beautifully refreshed, better-informed about my own skin and confident that it isn't too late to easily mend a few insecurities.

For price packages and to read more about services offered, sneak over to www.mulberryhouse.co.uk.

Mulberry House
39 Manor Place
Edinburgh
EH3 7EB
0131 225 2012

OPENING HOURS
Mon-Fri 9am-7pm
Sat 9am-5pm

FESTIVAL COMEDY REVIEW: Alex Maple's Press Release * *

2009-08-26T06:51:00.000-07:00

Underbelly
26-30 August 18.25

Self-deprecating can be funny and Alex Maple's jokes about how his jokes are sh*t can actually be very funny. I'm sure the last two words of that sentence will be manipulated into a great press release since this is what the show is all about.

Maple, apparently a former PR guru, brings a few absurdities of the industry to light while being interrupted ever so often by his fabricated ex-girlfriend/techie who offers slightly awkward and uncomplimentary commentary on his set that stumbles throughout. Fully aware of the difficult and scarce audience, Maple is great at making light of his shortcomings and compensating with chocolate, but still the audience waits to laugh at the comedy and not the catastrophe.

It's unmistakable that the man is clever and can deliver puns that will make you giggle but his humour may be best delivered and received among friends, which is not the group he unfortunately collects tonight.

Being part of his intimate circle must be a laugh but for a hearty one, this ain't the ticket. He's adorable though, so ladies, if you sit on the front row he just may look deep into your eyes while trying to pull off a joke about his size 12 foot up someone's vagina. Your choice.

Also published here on Edinburgh Festivals Magazine's website edfestmag.com
or give this guy the benefit of the doubt, a second chance, a beer, your phone number, what have you, HERE!

BOOK FESTIVAL REVIEW: David Sedaris * * * *

2009-08-23T04:09:00.000-07:00

David Sedaris * * * *
International Book Festival
22 Aug 15.30

Sedaris is so unsuspecting. Dressed in khaki trousers (not corduroy or denim) and a smart shirt, Sedaris, a man short in stature, appears to be normal, or rather, boring. Not at all the type of gentleman that would, moments later, smilingly divulge the horrors of defecated American dressing rooms, or light-heatedly tell a story about the highly-homosexual purchase of a four pound box of condoms and strawberries from Costco. The condoms, of course, are gifts to the teenagers who attend his readings. So, yes: not so boring.

Sedaris sails straight into an email reading, an email from Rhonda. Rhonda's email is typical of Sedaris' style, sarcasm and humour: a tasty avocado that pleasantly peels away to its delicious end, or in this case, a hilariously evil punchline. Rhonda seems totally in-the-right for firing off an email in response to receiving pizza vouchers for a wedding gift, an email that's more of a 'f**k you' note than a 'why, thank you' note. Oh, the sweet revenge that carefully composed sentences can bear. A hoot.

He chooses this story, you see, because Sedaris is pleased with himself for finally getting an email address, and the Internet, a year ago; now a new world of humour opens itself up to him as he's particularly dumbfounded that people can, and do, comment on everything, down to the veins in Madonna's arms.

The next and final reading is Laugh, Kookaburra, published last week in the New Yorker. This story is not as evil but funny still, although he confesses to me afterwards that he wishes he'd chosen a few smaller pieces instead. Laugh, Kookaburra is indeed a longish memoir, however a funny and well-crafted recall of a trip to Australia and an introduction to a fascinating kookaburra, entwined with a childhood memory that involves that bizarre family of his who are so endearing now to any fan of his many other memoirs. I assure him, and you, it's a treat.

In the question and answer session to follow, Sedaris' natural wit is unleashed while discussing the rigorous fact-checking involved in personal essays (is there really asparagus on that menu in Daylesford, Australia?) and his preferred editing process which is to edit himself during live readings before submitting a piece to a publisher. He does not recommend the restaurant at Edinburgh's Harvey Nichols (which one is unknown) as he apparently left the place "famished," but then leaves us with his sentiments on Scotland. "Just when you think it can't get any more beautiful, you turn your head slightly,and it does."

We can only hope this means he'll be back to remind us that Sedaris is about as boring as a kookaburra.

Also in Edinburgh Festivals Magazine on edfestmag.com.

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Alfie's Place

2009-08-18T02:41:00.000-07:00

Newbie but a goodie

THE FOODIE HUB OF LEITH'S SHORE HAS A NEW KID TO COMPETE WITH. THE NEWBIE IS LOCATED IN THE OLD SPOT OF A PLACE SO UNLIKE ALFIE'S PLACE THAT I DO NOT EVEN REMEMBER ITS NAME. ALFIE'S PLACE WANTS TO BE YOUR PLACE; IT'S RELAXING, FRESH, FRIENDLY AND SCENIC. WITH PRETTY, WHITE ORNATE CEILINGS ABOVE, THE WATER JUST ACROSS THE ROAD, BEAUTIFUL BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOGRAPHY ALL AROUND AND TUNES BY SIMON AND GARFUNKEL, THE BEACH BOYS AND FATS DOMINO TO SOUNDTRACK THE EXPERIENCE - IT'S A GREAT PLACE TO STAY AWHILE.

I start with the mackerel kebab (£4.95); the fish is charcoaled and spiced to perfection, speared with a skewer and served with slices of fresh cukes, diced tomatoes, coriander and raita. My friend's aubergine and courgette gougères with garlic yoghurt are like savory little pastry sandwiches: Creations as delicious as they are cute (£5.25).

My friend then has the baked hake for a main, served ingeniously with roasted celeriac, roasted potatoes and garlic butter (£13.95). She compliments the simple but great mix of flavours and how perfectly each item, particularly the fish, is prepared. My ribeye isn't as rare as I'd wanted but tender nonetheless and complemented exceptionally well with chunks upon chunks of fresh lobster atop, a beautiful, classic béarnaise on the side, plus homemade chips: a succulent surf and turf treat that excites, especially at this price (£18.95).

Desserts all sound up our street so we are offered a sampler and so I shall list them with our favourites first: Eton Mess (a mess of meringue, marinated fruit, cream and ice cream, £4.95), Bailey's panna cotta (£5.25), baked lemon tarte (£5.25) and chocolate and hazelnut terrine with orange anglaise (£5.25). I could probably rearrange that list at any given moment though, and would order any of them again and again.

Everything is made in house, down to the bread, mayo and ketchup, ketchup so good that they plan to bottle and sell it! And the chef is all too happy to deliver the dish himself or speak to all of the tables about their experience. Go there, meet these lovely people and eat their stellar food. Enjoy!

ALFIE’S
-63 The Shore
-Leith
-EH6 6RA
-0131 554 2194

OPENING HOURS
-Mon-Sat 12-2.30 lunch
-Mon-Sat 5.30-10pm dinner
-closed Sundays

Also in Bite Magazine, September 2009

FESTIVAL THEATRE REVIEW: Poets' Corner * * * *

2009-08-18T02:25:00.000-07:00

Just the Tonic @ The Caves
8-23 August (ex. 18) 13.40

An (oddly) handsome Oscar Wilde and a girl-crazy, self-quoting Lord Byron sip wine and behave like busy-bodied mortals inside Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey, discussing other dead colleagues and their possible appearance at the anticipated annual party held at the Abbey.

Past parties apparently have resulted in Keats' embarrassing champagne incident, Shakespeare is repeatedly declared a twat and Wordsworth, too, is shunned. Tonight, Blake arrives frustrated at his choice in apparel, Chaucer pops out for a fag and Dickens laments over his post-mortal influence in the literary world. A surprise guest, Jane Gathering, arrives confused and her reasons for being there (is she dead or alive? is she an important writer?) are explored, as is the notion of being remembered via an inscription in Poets' Corner or else being completely forgotten. A creepy professor reminds that creative writing courses are bollocks, for neither creativity nor writing can be taught or learned, and Jane struggles to accept this for herself.

Although the dark underlying issue of death is always at hand, James Huntrods' Poets' Corner is nonetheless full of wit and charm and is an endearing, convincing and engaging production, especially for anyone whose passions lie in writing or literature. Particularly worth it if you fancy yourself a dead war poet or a Brontë in attendance, this is a humorous and intelligent way to spend a swiftly passing hour.

Also published here in edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL MUSIC REVIEW: Bach for Breakfast * * * *

2009-08-17T14:28:00.000-07:00

Bach for Breakfast is quite the preferable way to do mornings. The room is overflowing with classical music enthusiasts who are here to relax and be gently entertained over a cup of coffee.

Beginning with a Bach piece called Gamba Sonata, cellist Ashok Klouda and pianist Simon Lane prove to be tremendous, serious young musicians. Lane's quirky, animated but focused style is so different that I can't take my eye off him, while Klouda is also profoundly skilled, moving and passionate. They also perform Wieniawski's Scherzo Tarantella in G Op. 16 another that is meant for the violin but is replaced with the cello, an entirely unnoticeable fact that Klouda pulls off wonderfully.

Other Bach pieces, 'Aus liebe will mein Heiland sterban' (St Matthew Passion), and then the appropriate 'Ei! wie schmekt ker Coffee Susse' (Coffee Cantata), are performed by soprano Madeleine Pierard and pianist Simon Lepper. Pierard is kind enough to explain the stories behind the songs, which illustrate Bach's sense of humour. For example, in the Coffee Cantata, a girl pleads with her father, who insists that coffee is evil, that she cannot live without it: Mm! how sweet the coffee tastes, more delicious than a thousand kisses, mellower than muscatel wine. Coffee, coffee I must have, and if someone wishes to give me a treat, ah, then pour me out some coffee! Although obviously not sung in English, it's vivid in Pierard's impeccable performance as to what exactly is taking place in each moment of this beautiful, if also very humorous, operatic piece.

Finally, Handel's 'Ah, Crudel' (Rinaldo) and 'Tormani a vagheggiar' (Alcina) are Pierard and Lepper's closing songs that has the audience soaking it all in, eyes closed and satisfying smiles abound. It is a performance that gracefully sends us off to the breakfast room, which has a stunning view of the castle, for pastries, coffee and tea, and to ponder the exceptional talent just witnessed, as well as how good life can be with music like this in the world.

Also published here in edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL REVIEW: SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS BALLET * * * *

2009-08-17T14:20:00.000-07:00

Oh the magic that ensues when a sunrise can don ballet shoes and dance away the darkness.

Snow White and her enviable and near-fatal beauty are back, bringing with her the colourful visions that are the silly seven dwarfs plus the evil Queen, and Snow White's propensity to trust a stranger with questionable fruit. In this version of the classic fairytale, the fear of the dark forests is replaced, for the sake of the little ones, with beautiful moonbeams who sweetly keep Snow White safe in her wanders before Sunrise herself leads the way to Prince Charming.

It's a fab production for the whole family, with breathtaking backdrops projected behind the cheerful faces and graceful tip toes of the Burklyn Ballet Theatre. The gracious gasps and claps from the wee audience members is all the evidence needed to illustrate the mesmerising treat to be found in this rendition of an undeniably enchanting tale.

Also published here on edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL REVIEW: BUDDY: THE BUDDY HOLLY STORY * * *

2009-08-17T11:20:00.000-07:00

Buddy: The Buddy Holly Story! * * *
Sweet ECA, Venue 186
9-13 Aug 16.40
14-15 Aug 12.30

Buddy's pretty solid but as for Sweet ECA, that'll be the day. The show, adapted from the West End musical, begins with a hitch or three as the opening scene featuring the KDAV Sunday Party, where Buddy and the Crickets are said to have been first aired, has to stop and start over due to sudden venue blackouts: a technicality that the gang gracefully ignore for as long as they can before we're left to sit in darkness, however enjoying the sounds of Johnny Cash and Jimmy Swan.

When it finally kicks off, it becomes obvious that the audience has a vital part in the show as we're flashed the 'silence' signs when appropriate, then cheers go wild when Buddy takes the stage, surrounded by girls in gorgeous, authentic 50s floral frocks. In an hour and a half of summing up the celebrated and short life of a legend, the story highlights Buddy's insistence on recording That'll be the Day (as opposed to the preferred country tunes of those days), the revelation and joyful simplicity of Everyday, the death-fearing but successful Apollo appearance, meeting his future wife (for whom he wrote True Love Ways) and the tour with Richie Valens and JP 'The Big Bopper' Richardson that would also be the demise of all three men.

It's a rich show with a stage full of talented actors and musicians, both vocally and instrumentally, where a good two dozen songs at least, are performed. As a southern American, I am impressed by the put-on southern accents and would only advise against phrases like 'Cheers, Buddy' as this is not at all an Americanism. Buddy's very lovable but could have had much more volume on his mic so we could better hear and discern his take on the late great's hiccup-style vocals.

The shining star is the stand up bass man, who endlessly entertains with a gazillion impressive manoeuvres including standing on top of, sliding beneath and exalting overhead the life-sized instrument: very rock and roll. Far less amusing is Richie Valen's performance. As a 50s enthusiast, I am pretty sure that Valens was not a male stripper yet this kid's portrayal implies as much. I am in constant fear of having my eye poked out by his extremely well-outlined penis, which is grossly thrust in my face repeatedly. I hate to think of the trauma bestowed upon the sweet grannies in front of me.

Sans the rudeness and technical difficulties, it's a colourful performance by the Viva Touring Company and a fun way to remember a remarkable man.

Also published here in edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL COMEDY REVIEW: Tim:Against All Odds

2009-08-17T11:16:00.000-07:00

So there's this Tim guy, right? So Tim is all kinds of frustrated at his uninteresting name and its unheroic associations as there seems to be no Tim in history, save for a grizzly bear enthusiast, who has ever done much of anything useful. If only he had a name like his friend, Maxwell Thor (Thor!), who is always effortlessly saving the day, as well as the lives of a Volvo full of babies underwater. Despite Maxwell's enviable locks, his ability to exude sex when adorning a skirt, and his name (by God, his name!), he is an incredible friend to poor Tim and agrees to journey with him, a mandolin and guitar in tow, to help him fight his way (and a beast called Da Da Da Da) to being comfortable with being Tim.

Sounds bizarre? You don't even know the half of it. They're ridiculous. In an hour that passes obliviously, these two manage to create an intimate room full of fun, stupidity and silliness that has everyone willing to not only adorn a Tim sticker but eagerly queuing up to do so. This show is an unexpected treat, the sweetest surprise I've experienced during the festival thus far. I was sorry to leave so soon and can't wait to see what this ruthless pair will come up with next. Too funny; just beware if your name is Tim.

Also published here on edfestmag.com

DANCE: The Carolina Shag

2009-08-11T01:25:00.000-07:00

Fancy a shagathon?

ON A MUGGY CAROLINA NIGHT, MY FRIEND TRIES TO COAX A GENTLEMAN STRANGER TO JOIN HER FOR A SHAG ON THE BEACH. FLATTERED, THE MAN EXPLAINS THAT HE'D LOVE TO, IF ONLY HE KNEW HOW. THE EPITOME OF SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY, MY DEAR FRIEND REPLIES, "DARLIN', I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO SHAG."

Where I come from, the Shag Shack on Folly Beach is not a whore house, and shaggin' by the sea ain't a crime. The Shag is the South Carolina state dance, much to the amusement of its British tourists.

A six-count descendent of first the Little Apple and then the Carolina Jitterbug, the Shag is a broad name for a range of swing dances originating from the big band era of the 1930s. According to a Shag historian (you heard me), the term was coined on Carolina Beach, North Carolina as it was widely practiced along the coasts between Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and Wellington, North Carolina. The phenomenon that evolved as the Carolina Shag is, for the most part, associated with the 1960s, the era's easy-going r & b (think Chairmen of the Board), and, oh yes, the beach. Preferably at night.

The shag is just so sunny, lazy and, as you can imagine, flirtatious. While you must keep your hips and upper body relatively stationary, the shag comes alive in the fancy footwork, kicks, turns and twists. When both partners get the hang of it, the result is an extremely fluid and fun work of art - put a warm, salty southern breeze into that equation and it's easy to see why shagathons and beachfront shag competitions have such a big following even today.

To get a good feel for the dance, you can Youtube it, or there's actually a feel-good, 1963-based film called Shag that was shot on the Carolina coasts (with Phoebe Cates and Bridget Fonda). There's even a couple/dance team here in Edinburgh who can teach you how to shag (har har!). I caught the Fly Right Dance Company recently at the festival and they demonstrated the Collegiate Shag, a form from New Orleans, that is best practiced, I can only presume, to a bit of Fats Domino! So find a partner you fancy and start shaggin', ya hear?

Fly Right Dance Company
Unit 2C, Station Yard
Hospital Road
Haddington
East Lothian
EH41 3PP
01620 829988

Also published in the dance pages of Bite Life Magazine, September 2009

FESTIVAL REVIEW: Camille O'Sullivan: The Dark Angel * * * * *

2009-08-09T13:47:00.001-07:00

Camille O'Sullivan: The Dark Angel * * * * *
Assembly Hall
Saturday 8 August 2009
20.00
Aug 6-31 (ex Tuesdays)

Everyone can see her knickers, and absolutely no one is complaining.

French-Irish siren Camille O' Sullivan is still as uninhibited as always, combining raunch, laughs and fishnets with that throaty, exceptional voice, and a stellar song catalogue to boot.

Sequin dresses hang overhead and drape across mic stands and speakers as a corset-clad Camille works an audience in love, flirting and flaunting and falling into the laps of her adorers. Raucous as she is delicate, the seductress stumbles and stomps about clinging hilariously to a bottle of wine before fragiley letting her hair down, pin-by-pin, and baring her soul with tear-flushed eyes to Dillie Keane's Look Mommy, No Hands.

Camille proves she can absolutely hold her own on Tom Waits' Misery is the River, Nick Cave's The Ship Song, David Bowie's Rock 'n' Roll suicide, and certainly with Kirsty MacColl's In These Shoes, where she insists, while donning shiny red shoes to match her knickers, 'let's do it here.' I think half the room would have, as all are transfixed by all of that wit, legs and lipstick. Saucy, unmissable stuff.

Also published on www.edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL KIDS' SHOW REVIEW: Mildly Terrible Revenge of the Slightly Evil Brainwashing Puppets * * * *

2009-08-09T05:07:00.000-07:00

Mildly Terrible Revenge of the Slightly Evil Brainwashing Puppets * * * *
A children's show
Laughing Horse @ The Newsroom
Saturday 8 August
11.15 am
Aug 8-16,22-23,29-30 11:15 (1hr)

Note to wary mothers: it's not as scary as it sounds.

These puppets are simply annoyed that someone's hand is up their backside, someone who cares not that maybe they don't want to be forced to kiss each other and speak in ridiculous voices. These puppets have had enough.

Sebastian is a pompous Frenchman puppet who obsessively coaxes his pony friend and foe (sex unknown) into taking control of the girl controlling them, and eventually, the human race. There's also a devilish monkey, controlled by a really awkward but really likeable script-reading dude in the corner, who also wants to rule the world as per the button on the wall which could make the sun turn black. Really, it's not as scary as it sounds.

Sebastian keeps it light by talking about his giant bum, which he claims is currently not covered by pants. Silly dances, animal sound competitions and crowd-assisted sing-a-longs (with really fun lyrics like 'Pirates' pants are brill-i-ant') make every little one wide-eyed, beaming, and seriously adorable. Us big kids love it too.

Lesson to be learned: Not all puppets are wusses. Consider their pride the next time you want them to make out and tell stupid jokes; that ain't cute. But this free festival show? So cute.

Also published on www.edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL MUSIC REVIEW: Antonio Forcione * * *

2009-08-08T08:45:00.001-07:00

Introduced as a "genetic experiment gone horribly well” and “a man with hands like a tarantula” (huh?), Forcione confesses that he usually plays selfishly but this time translates the soundtrack of his childhood into his funky, signature tap and slap guitar stylings.

Classic covers like the Beatles' Yesterday and Come Together, Stevie Wonder's Superstitious and I Wish, and Marvin Gaye's I Heard it Through the Grapevine (Motown 50th anniversary tribute) intertwine with Forcione originals in an imaginative, masterfully executed set that sufficiently satisfies casual music lovers and guitar enthusiasts alike. The crowd even gets an unnoticeably unpracticed rendition of Billie Jean in tribute to its late great creator, all proving that it's an hour totally worth that fiver.

Assembly Hall, 7-29 August (ex. 17) 18.00

Also published here on edfestmag.com

FESTIVAL COMEDY REVIEW: Jason Byrne: The Byrne Supremacy * * * *

2009-08-08T08:42:00.001-07:00

The potty-mouthed Irishman still manages to make the audience smile and swoon despite accusing a 15-year old boy in the audience (seated with his mum no less) of a masturbation-incepted hand injury and insisting that farting into a cup, which is directly placed in another's face, is ultimately the best way to gross out his sister.

Byrne hits on hilarities of his childhood spent with a lazy eye, or as one audience member so eloquently asserts, his 'cock eye', while being sure not to skip on special adult moments involving poo pains and sex strains, and the belief that ejaculation should certainly come with gun-like sound affects. In the end it's revealed that his shoe-ends are left untied to illustrate his belief in the tap-tap syndrome (ie. irritating the living f**k out of women), and just when the laughter eventually dies down to a chuckle, a song is heard overhead that sums it all up and makes the gutter-minded audience smile as we depart.

Assembly Hall, 6-31 August (ex. 17,24) 20.15
Venue 150@EICC 21,22,28,29 August 22.30

Also published here on edfestmag.com

SONG OF THE DAY: I'm Your Man by Leonard Cohen

2009-08-05T07:45:00.000-07:00

No, not the Wham! version (wait, maybe I'm the only one who would think that?!). My former boss, Mo, brought this video to my attention. Only now in the facebook age, years after I worked in his tasty and much-missed steak house, have I realised that he and I have a lot of similar tastes in music (Antony and the Johnsons too, for example) and that he devotes his attentions to things online apart from porn. It should be also noted that the great Mo once also managed punk outfit Bad Brains.

Tell us all about it, lovely Leonard.

SONG OF THE DAY: Ragged Wood by Fleet Foxes

2009-08-04T02:42:00.000-07:00

I was lucky enough to hear this song for the first time during a solitary visit to the Lake District, positively one of the very, very best album absorption experiences I have ever had. I couldn't possibly think of a better backdrop to this brilliant album than breathing in crisp mountain air, hiking between the rugged hills, waterfalls and mountain streams. And now this is the scene I immediately associate with these songs. It makes me remember exactly how I felt that day, why I'd left town, how nice the sun felt, how nice the rain smelled, the surrealism of finally seeing Wordsworth's garden, grave and homes after dreaming about it for so, so long and how badly I needed this music at that very moment. I'd felt unable to connect to anything for a while. Ragged Wood stands out to me because of how it's able to be like two songs within one, which is the best case scenario with tunes like this - they're so good that you just do not want them to end.

Listen to Ragged Wood on Spotify.

INTERVIEW: Les Bof!

2009-07-28T07:15:00.000-07:00

Les Bof! formed just three years ago as Edinburgh-based French sixties garage rockers composed of Marseilles-born Laurent Mombel as frontman backed by a team of Scottish musicians. Not one English word is to be sung or spoken when they're onstage as they recreate an atmosphere authentic to the days of Jacques Dutronc, a niche era so sought after that retro festivals have had them globetrotting every year since their debut. With a festival performance around the corner at The GO-GO inside the Gilded Balloon, The List caught up with Laurent between gigs to discuss their unique approach to rock 'n' roll.

It's quite a niche you have there. How did the idea of a French sixties pop band transpire?
First of all, pop is too much of a general term. I like to call our music sixties French garage or sixties French garage rock since what we play is less mainstream than the classic sixties French pop or yé-yé, like it was known in France. Well, to answer your question the great honour of starting Les BOF! goes to our guitar player Angus McPake. As a big fan of sixties French music and talented musicians, he told me one day that he had this project of a French sixties band and got me enrolled with two other guys in this great adventure. This opened me to a great new world since I had never been a singer nor a musician before. The fact to keep our shows all in French is also one of his great ideas and probably the reason that the band is so special in the UK and other countries.

How far do your retro gig travels take you?
Aaah this is perfect transition! We have been lucky enough to be noticed by a German label CopaseDisques who realised our first EP and will also issue our first album soon. Alex, the man behind this label, got us some gigs in Germany over the last two years - in Berlin mainly, but also in Dresden - but the real European launch happened following a gig in April 2008 in London where a few international promoters offered us gigs for their sixties and garage rock festivals. We played in Italy for the famous Festival Beat (Parma) in July 2008 then Paris and Le Havre in October. This year we played in Helsingør and Copenhagen (Denmark) then we were on stage in Rotterdam (Holland) for the great Primitve Festival Vol. 6 last month and we are expected in Oslo for the Guterball weekender at the end of September. And this is just to name a few. There is more to come next year. In fact, Les BOF! international recognition in this specific musical style has been exponential: everywhere we play we get offered more and more gigs thanks to the web, promoters and the word of mouth.

What does Les Bof! mean?
Bof! is a French expression that literally means 'don't care'. For example, if you play some music to a French person and ask: 'What do you think of it?' He/she may shrug his/her shoulders (in a way that only French people know how to do it) and say 'Bof!'. This means the music isn't that great or not very interesting. 'Les' (pronounce 'lay') is the article 'The', if you can remember your school French lessons. So the closest translation for the band's name could be something like the 'the who don't care'. This is the first French word that came to the mind of our guitar player which is great because we didn't have to spend hours thinking about a name for the band. The simplest stuff are very often the best and it worked for us. It is easy to remember, and funny in French to turn an expression into a noun, and on top of this we don't take ourselves too seriously so that's perfect.

What other like-minded bands do you recommend?
Interestingly enough there are other bands like us abroad with a French singer and local musicians. A good one to catch is Les Responsables. They are from Porto Alegre, Brazil. The singer, Erwan, is from French Brittany and the musicians are all Brazilian. They play the same kind of music with a lot of covers from the great Jacques Dutronc (they got their name from one of his songs). There is also Les Tragiques from Mexico. The girl who sings, Eloise, is from Paris I think and the rest of the musicians seem to be all Mexican. But the band you guys should try is Les Terribles from Paris. They have a great sixties sound and cover a lot classic French sixties garage and yé-yé tracks. Rudi, the female singer, has a good presence onstage. We had the pleasure to meet them in June in Rotterdam at the Primitive festival. That was really good fun. So basically we are not unique on the international sixties scene but definitely unique in UK.

Favourite song that you cover?
As far as I am concerned my favourite cover is 'Chante' from Ronnie Bird, a French garage/yé-yé singer from the sixties whose real name is Ronald Méhu. This song is a cover from the famous 'I Can Only Give You Everything' from Them that has been covered by so many artists, especially a lot of garage bands from the US. This is basically the first track we ever covered and I just love the way we modified it with a longer intro with me playing harmonica, some interesting breaks to make the song even more powerful than the original one, and a use of great fuzz guitar and tambourine. This track really demonstrates all the power of Les BOF! Almost everything we can do on stage is in this song. We used it for a while as an intro to our show because after playing it, it keeps people wanting more and more.

What is in store this festival season?
As far as August is concerned, we will be playing at the Henry's Cellar Bar on the 8th, a common place for Les BOF! since the Suite 69 club took off there. We will be playing with The Brutes, a raw garage rock band from Glasgow and El Toro from Liverpool . In case you don't know, The GO-GO club will move to the Gilded Balloon during Edinburgh Festival, Teviot Student Union, Teviot Place, and we will by playing there for Tall Paul in the basement club. That's all for the gigs next month, and we need to finish recording our first album.

www.myspace.com/lesbof

Les Bof! will play August 8 at Henry's Cellar Bar, Edinburgh and August 13 at The GO-GO inside The Guilded Balloon, Edinburgh

Also published here in The List

INTERVIEW: Woodpigeon

2009-07-28T06:59:00.000-07:00

Canadian troupe Woodpigeon have made a name for themselves abroad but it all started right here in Scotland. The band's founder, who elaborately calls himself Mark Andrew of the Hamiltons, resided in Edinburgh years ago and experienced things so memorable and profound that they had to be expressed lyrically. It is very fitting then that, as Woodpigeon becomes more globally adored, they should return to their muse as one of the highlights of T on the Fringe. Mark spoke to The List this week before jetting off to London for a UK tour to talk about their music and its Scottish sentimentalities.

Tell us about how Woodpigeon came together?
Woodpigeon started as Woodpigeon/Antelope=Squirrel in Edinburgh about five years ago. I played with a member of the Edinburgh band Eagleowl, and we made some silly instrumentals with a bass player from Australia. Nothing ever came of it in that capacity, but since returning to Canada, things have taken on a somewhat more serious nature. I just wanted to tell some stories, and doing so via music and lyric is what seems to work best for me.

Meaning behind the band name?
I’ve always thought that Woodpigeon looked like a rollercoaster when written in cursive. It’s the most beautiful word in the English language, if you ask me. A woodpigeon’s also a flying rat, which is another good name for a rock band.

Tell us about your last album.
Treasury Library Canada is a collection of songs written after my return to Canada, that mostly came about while we were recording our first record Songbook, which itself is more of a diary of my experiences of living in Edinburgh and Brighton. For a while I didn’t think it would ever actually come out, but the more that people heard it, the more that people wanted it. When we did up a self-pressed run of 1,000 (with handmade covers that took ages to put together), they sold out within the month. I took that as good enough sign that it should probably come out properly.

What are you most excited about this summer?
I’m particularly excited to return to Edinburgh as I’ll have a few days off to visit with old friends, and in particular to meet the new baby of two of my closest Scottish pals. We’re going to take a day up to Anstruther together, a personal favourite locale of mine.

Am I right in seeing that one of your songs was the backdrop to a fashion show in Paris?
Olivier Theyskiens, the designer for the Nina Ricci label in Paris, used one of our songs to soundtrack the label’s spring/summer fashion show in Paris last year. When we played in Paris this past February, we were given a tour of the haute couture house and met Olivier while he was doing a dress fitting on a model in his studio. Olivier’s since left Nina Ricci, but I hope we get to work together again. I’ve developed quite a lovely friendship with his lovely assistant Agnes, so we do hear regularly as to what they’re up to (and the same is true of Olivier hearing about us!).

What else does 2009 hold for Woodpigeon?
Once this summer tour is over, I’m actually heading back to school to work on a film studies degree. Our next album is called Die Stadt Muzikanten, and it’s coming out in January 2010. I think that all that we’ll really have going on Woodpigeon-wise this fall is our first show in New York City at CMJ, and then maybe something in Montreal as well.

What kind of artists do you like to listen to together?
There’s actually few artists that we all agree on together, but we’ve managed to find common ground with Calexico, The Velvet Underground, and just about anything classic Motown. I remember one particularly heated argument when I put on a live recording by The Fiery Furnaces. That didn’t go over well at all.

http://www.myspace.com/woodpigeon

Woodpigeon play August 7 with Woodenbox with a Fistful of Fivers plus Rags and Feathers at Sneaky Pete's, Edinburgh.

Also published here in The List

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Britannia Spice

2009-07-22T03:42:00.000-07:00

ALL ABOARD!

WALKING INTO BRITTANIA SPICE IS LIKE ENTERING THE DINING ROOM OF A FANCY SHIP, A GREAT ATMOSPHERE TO OFFER AS IT'S SECONDS FROM THE SEA. AFTER MY FRIEND AND I ARE KINDLY GREETED AT THE DOOR, WE ARE SHOWN TO OUR TABLE AS WE SOAK IN THE NICE, NAUTICAL FEEL TO THE RESTAURANT.

As we ponder over the menu, we realise that they offer a wide range of Asian dishes from Bangladesh, Northern India, Sri Lanka, Thailand and Nepal. It's not easy to narrow down here so it's handy that there's the mango chutney, mint onions and curry pickles to snack on, all delicious and freshly prepared.

I decide to go to Thailand for a starter with the Tom Yum soup (£5.75). It's on fire with lemongrass, kaffir lime leaves, mushrooms, imported herbs and red chillies for the brave. My friend has the king prawn butterfly (£5.75) - a rather large prawn deep fried with herbs and spices until crispy. Its accompanying sauce is a testament to what real sweet chilli sauce should taste like!

For a main course, I go for a Britannia Spice selected dish: shahi chicken (£10.95). It comes through on its promise to be mild as I needed a breather after the fabulous but fiery soup! The chicken has been cooked with cashew nuts, rose water and cream, the rose water adding a beautiful flavour while the cream aids the smooth texture. My friend is the one travelling to Thailand this time with her main of Thai sesame chicken (10.95), cooked in spices, capsicums, carrots, sesame oil and soy sauce, garnished with sesame seeds and coriander leaves. She, who has lived in Thailand, raves of its authentic flavour. The garlic naan bread is top notch, and our sweet server, Shamim, tells us the dish actually originates from Pakistan, a little known fact!

For dessert, the kulfi (£3.25) seems the most tempting as that texture and taste is always so bewildering so we share a mango and pistachio, and they're a satisfying finish to an impressive night. The server to customer ratio is very high here so everyone gets ample attention.

I will be back, perhaps travelling to Sri Lanka next time I board the ship of Britannia Spice.

Britannia Spice
150 Commercial Street
Ocean Drive
Edinburgh EH6 6LB
Tel: 0131 555 2255
Fax: 0131 555 0800
info@britanniaspice.co.uk

OPENING HOURS
Mon-Sat: 12-2pm; 5-11.45pm
Sun: 5-11.45pm

Also published in Bite Magazine, August 2009

FASHION PROFILE: Chic and Unique, Stockbridge

2009-07-22T03:28:00.000-07:00

ANYTHING THAT'S PRETTY

Vintage costume jewellery and beaded bags hang against pretty pink walls while breezy 1940s tunes play overhead. One swift look around can feel like a journey back to glamour eras gone by with statement pieces aplenty that would look fitting adorning the necks of the likes of Audrey Hepburn. Antique beauties by Haskell, Robert, Cartier, Chanel, Christian Dior light up the room. Handmade Venetian carnival masks beg for a ball. Rentable classic 1950s tiaras sparkle. Among the many hidden gems in Edinburgh, there is Chic and Unique.

Moira Teale began the vintage costume jewellery boutique after being made redundant from a massive insurance company. Tired of being head of the complaints department for 16 years anyway (shocking!), Moira decided to ditch the office life for good and find solace in a business in which she could happily devote her heart and soul. She developed a passion for collectible vintage jewellery after growing up with a father who showered her mother with secondhand art deco pieces that Moira never forgot. Her love for such pieces progressively grew and she began her shop using her own personal collection. Five years later, the shop is fully stocked with pieces sourced worldwide and she admits that some are still hard to let go.

It's easy to understand why one would get so invested in a work of art that has survived for so many decades. As Moira explained to me, each piece has a history and is a testament to the lives of their creators as well as the previous owners. Every item has a story. A gorgeous beaded canary yellow handbag catches my eye and she tells me she bought it because it reminded her of an almost identical white one her sister carried long ago. A girl brought in a silver cuff that originally belonged to her aunt who was popular with the boys in the 1920s and this cuff was a gift from one of her lovers. A stunning necklace studded with green jewels is believed to have once belonged to iconic American actress Ann Miller, who passed just five years ago.

With her dream space full of so much richness and character, Moira's endeavour to offer the "best of the best" and "something different than what you get in town" is remarkable.

Chic and Unique also houses extraordinary accessories like brooches, clips, hair accessories, clutches, perfume bottles, bijoux items, hat pins, cufflinks, compacts and bracelets. "Anything that's pretty," she says.

Chic and Unique
8 Deanhaugh Street
Stockbridge
Edinburgh
EH4 1LY
0131 332 9889
www.vintagecostumejewellery.co.uk

Also published in Bite Life Magazine, August 2009

FESTIVAL FIVE: Fashion essentials

2009-07-22T03:23:00.001-07:00

IT ONLY COMES AROUND ONCE A YEAR SO ONE MUST BE PREPARED FOR BEING SEEN ON THE FESTIVAL SCENE! HERE'S A FEW ESSENTIAL SUGGESTIONS TO GET YOU GOING.

FESTIVE FROCK: May as well and go all out, ladies. August is our excuse each year to be carefree, and what better way to do that than to wander between old and new town venues adorning something fun, frilly, summery, flowery, lacey, vivacious, vibrant, whatever! Cookie on Cockburn Street has more than a fair share of beauties to help you feel extra fab.

COMFY SHOES: It is highly recommended to be a pedestrian come festival time - it saves you much needed pounds you could use for show tickets, you don't get stuck in a conjestion nightmare the tram works are bound to bring this year, you get to soak in all of the sights, sounds, smells and spirit of the festival and, of course, you burn a few calories. But venue hopping takes its toll on our weary feet after a while so be sure to invest in something supportive yet stylish. Goodstead on Rose Street is just the place for hip urban streetwear, and the likes of Van Morrison have even been rumoured to stop in, so legendary celeb-spotting could be a bonus!

A BROLLY: If we are to learn anything at all from last year's rain-soaked festivities, pack the brolly just in case. It can weigh you down, it can even be easily lost but it can also save you from drenching your pretty festival frock and undoing your fab festival hairdo! Try a cute and compact one. H&M has plenty of polka-dotted designs to keep it fun.

A SENSIBLE BAG: Don't kid yourselves with a chic and petite clutch. Flyers will be thrust upon you, as will show programs, and you will inevitably encounter random stalls selling a lot of what you want. You WILL want to carry this issue of Bite around with you and probably various other guides so best to bag it up in something roomy and really adorable! Do what's ethical and check out the unique bags on offer at the many area charity shops.

A GREAT SCARF: Not only does a scarf really add a lot of class and character to just about any attire, it is also just so practical. With a REALLY great scarf, you can tie it around your hair in a 50s-style do during a drizzle or use it as a picnic blanket in the Meadows during a sunny break between shows. Cheap and sweet ones can always be found at festival-handy spots like the vintage haven Rusty Zip on Teviot Place.

Also published in Bite Life Magazine, August 2009

FESTIVAL PAMPERING: Bite Life recommendations

2009-07-22T03:19:00.000-07:00

IF ALL OF THE FESTIVAL FUN LEAVES YOU FEELING DRAINED AND IN NEED OF SOME SERIOUS ATTENTION, INDULGE YOURSELF IN SOME OF THE BEST PAMPERING THE CITY HAS TO OFFER. BITE LIFE HAS HAD THE TOILING TASK OF SAMPLING ALL OF THE FOLLOWING PLACES AND WE ARE HERE TO TELL YOU THAT THEY PUT THE 'TREAT' IN 'TREATMENT'!

FAB BEAUTY: This place does what it says on the tin and that is to make you feel fab. From the miraculous removal of cellulite with jet therapy to make-up (using only MAC) and nail services, Fab Beauty Salon is on a mission to make you even more beautiful than you obviously already are. Ask Siobhan about pampering parties too at 2 Pitt Street, off Newhaven Road. Tel: 0131 538 3070.

SHIVAGO THAI CLINIC: Conveniently located in the heart of the old town, it is all the more tempting to take a load off and let therapist Kei Ngu work some magic on your tired bones. With a passionately knowledgeable staff, Shivago has a series of traditional Thai therapies on-hand including a Thai yoga massage, herbal compress, cupping and, what you really want, a Thai foot massage. You'll be relaxed in no time, especially after a complimentary cup of the bespoke herbal tea. Find them at 25 Blackfriars Street, Edinburgh. Tel: 07878 256 174.

NEVO: This complementary health studio is downstairs from Renroc Cafe and is not only a hot stone massage must but they can also help you get detoxed if you're really overdoing it in the beer gardens this year! Stop in for a manicure or Indian head massage or just hang out with a coffee in Renroc while perusing through the treatment brochures. Both are at 91 Montgomery Street, Edinburgh. Tel: 0131 556 0432.

HOT HEAD: Located quite close to the major festival tents, Hot Head offers not only really cool haircuts but treatments downstairs like sports massage, beauty consultancy and acupuncture. You'll feel pampered before you're even treated as everyone is greeted with a nice cup of tea that you're encouraged to enjoy on one of the comfy seats provided in the cozy, friendly space. Great music too! They're at 17 West Nicolson Street. Tel: 0131 662 1009.

THE SHIATSU PLACE: For some holistic therapy that is as good as but not as intrusive as acupuncture, head down Morningside Road to The Shiatsu Place. Under the care of well-trained professionals, a shiatsu massage is sure to sort you out and place you firmly on the road to relaxation. Find them at 40 Comiston Road, Edinburgh. Tel: 0131 446 0666.

Also in Bite Life Magazine, August 2009

ALBUM REVIEW: BROKEN RECORDS * * *

2009-07-22T03:12:00.000-07:00

Broken Records, the Edinburgh-based ensemble who have been commonly dubbed as the Scottish Arcade Fire, made their followers proud when they signed on to the 4AD label and shortly after released a highly anticipated album full of songs so familiar to the hometown listeners that we (yes, myself included) already knew most word-for-word purely from frequent attendance at BR’s engrossing live gigs.

So it is probably not entirely their fault that on a first listen to the record, a certain level of disappointment is present due mainly to the lack of that all-encompassing connection one gets inside an intimate venue. I would love to be able to review this record as a BR virgin, to discover this band and the chills they induce, for the very first time; but instead I just keep listening for a reconnection and find at least one solution - turn up the volume.

‘A Good Reason’ and ‘Until the Earth Begins to Part’ relievingly recapture the bond, and that colossal sound. ‘A Promise’, a violin and piano-led ballad, grows with urgency halfway through in an eventual explosion until the song leaves you as quickly as it has awoken you. And opening track, ‘Nearly Home’, remains a highlight of the BR repertoire, with Rory’s violin-led harmony and Jamie’s imploring lyrics, the same sort of lyrics that on ‘Thoughts On A Picture (In a Paper, January 2009)’ ask “were your eyes red from your tears shed, now tell me do you feel let down?” Let down? Answer: no, not afterall.

Also published in isthismusic.com

EP REVIEW: Cancel the Astronauts * * * *

2009-07-22T03:07:00.000-07:00

The Edinburgh boys of Cancel the Astronauts deliver five pop-perfect tracks in their energetic EP I Am The President of Your Fanclub (And Last Night I Followed You Home). Matthew Riley’s vocals are flirtatious if slightly worrying (see album title) and most often than not, the album conjures up both the The Strokes and Star Wars in fell swoop. ‘Country Song’ will have you twirling and stomping around in your Converse dance shoes and ‘Late in the City’s playful rock ‘n’ roll leaves you wanting to know the end of it lonely love story. Accessible, seriously fun Scottish indie pop that boogies.

Also published in www.isthismusic.com

FROM THE ARCHIVES: Designs by Rowan Joy

2009-07-13T10:12:00.000-07:00

ROWAN JOY MCINTOSH CAME TO EDINBURGH OVER TEN YEARS AGO FROM THE SCOTTISH WEST COAST WITH NO KNOWLEDGE AT ALL OF HOW SHE WOULD NOW SO EMINENTLY AFFECT THE AREA'S INDIE DESIGN SCENE. SHE GRADUATED IN FASHION DESIGN FROM THE EDINBURGH ART COLLEGE AND HAS BEEN STITCHING HER SIGNATURE ALL OVER THE CITY EVER SINCE.

Rowan began fashioning her career five years ago at Godiva, a boutique in the Grassmarket that stocks independent designs, reworked and original vintage and unique accessories. Since then, she received the dreamy and rare opportunity to set up a creative space of her own in Godiva's basement where she is readily available to customise anything you fancy from upstairs so that it's made-to-measure. Here, in a haven that anyone in the creative arts would kill for, Rowan is given the "freedom to just play about." Her highly individualised creations are so unpretentiously chic and fabulously bizarre that she has earned herself not only a cozy studio stint but quite the following all over the UK. Rowan Joy can be found in London, Newcastle, North Berwick and Brighton. See the girly glamour for yourself at www.rowanjoy.co.uk.

Also published in the April/May 2008 issue of Bite Life Magazine

SONG OF THE DAY: You've Really Got a Hold on Me by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles

2009-07-03T01:08:00.000-07:00

I've heard it covered by the Supremes, She and Him and by a band I saw last night, whose name I cannot remember, but Smokey does it best cuz it's his. Easy to listen to this one on repeat.

SONG OF THE DAY: I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Cry Over You

2009-07-02T02:40:00.001-07:00

Gonna tell my mama! Written by Thomas and Howard Biggs, this is such a catchy little critter and it captures that early E charisma that grabbed a hold everybody and has yet to let go. A beauty, believe it!

RIP FARRAH FAWCETT

2009-06-26T06:13:00.000-07:00

Right, let's not forget this beautiful little Angel.

Long live the Fawcett hair, I will remember her every time I break out the curling iron.

Here she is, pretty as ever, in an advert for the Cougar, an awesome 70s vehicle we had when I was wee actually.! You will be missed, missy.

RIP MICHAEL JACKSON

2009-06-26T02:30:00.000-07:00

It's so strange to think that Michael Jackson is gone, when afterall, for me, he has just always been there. Thriller was the third tape I ever bought (after Wham's Make it Big and Billy Joel's an Innocent Man!) It was cream-coloured, the actual tape was, and the plastic cover was worn and broken the last time I saw it. How odd to think that a six year old had such immortal taste in music! (I of course am not referring to Wham, although I did buy the record again relatively recently!)

I think that over the years, any real music lover has tried to separate the craft from the crazy when it comes to musicians like Mike (think James Brown, Isaac Hayes, Ike Turner)and it's times like this that it becomes obvious that the talents are the most unforgettable. Here's to the shit-hot Jackson 5 years, the cooool days of Billie Jean, and even the strange Lisa Marie saga I always associate with You Are Not Alone. May the MJ marathons commence, Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough!

SONG OF THE DAY: Nobody's Lonesome for Me by Hank Williams Sr

2009-06-22T14:24:00.000-07:00

Ain't nothin' like a lonesome song from Hank Sr to leave ya yoddlin' and cryin' in your glass of Jack, or ya cowboy hat, one. Paste this here link in your Spotify search window and break out the sympathy strings on yer nearest violin. Long live the epitome of Lovesick Blues.

Linkage: http://open.spotify.com/track/0iwpb9AoEyB4Y4x8zh3IZH

LEITH FOODIE SPECIAL: Top five 'newcomers' that have shaped the neighborhood

2009-06-22T13:39:00.000-07:00

ROCKSALT
Though it's been camouflaged by the tramworks since its opening, we still beat a path to the fresh and tasty stuff that awaits inside the airy space it occupies on Constitution Street. Sitting-in or taking away, help yourself to one of their fab soups or even hot-press one of the sandwiches made that morning if you're in a rush. Dip into the deli for homemade hummus to take home or sink into a sofa with a latte and just chill.

LA CANTINA
This is where the thirsty go for their margarita fix, reason enough without the innovative Mexican fayre also on offer at the cheerful space scenically located on Commerical Quay. They pride themselves on creative stretches on tradition as well as their wide range of sauces (lime and tequila, ranchero hot red, special barbecue, chipotle cream, bourbon Jack glaze, tomatillos and Cancun sauce) and chiles (chipotle, anchos, habanero, jalapeno and poblano). Get in on the special events here such as Bite Club or just stop in and kill a few Coronas con nachos. Muy bien.

SOFI'S AND BODA BAR
Sofi's, located just down from 'the shore', has a sweet baby blue exterior, comfy vibes, damn good music, board games and a gazillion other endearing quirks. Boda's just a wee bit up 'the walk' and is equally adorable because both bars share the same owner, Anna Christopherson, who just knows how to create a great place to hang out and spend your cash on quiet-ish pints. The pubs are also awesome at drawing in the community with nights for swishing, knitting, movies and even, wait for it, jogging! Love!

ROSELEAF
What they've created here is an eclectic space with mismatched chairs, tables, salt and pepper shakers,and it's also decorated with the same kind of mismatched China tea sets from which the masses come to drink their 'pot-tails'. The food is just as splendid as the cocktails, with the homemade Roseleaf burger being a favourite, especially with cheddar and onion chutney. Yum.

A ROOM IN LEITH AND TEUCHTARS
Room in Leith and Teuchtars are a good little team. Teuchters is the semi-boisterous and jolly wee pub with plenty of tables inside or outside so you can have a laugh before or after you saunter down a corridor and into the swanky Room in Leith restaurant. It's as scenic as it gets down here with almost an entirely windowed room to draw your gaze outside when it's not focused on the unbelievably good, creative cuisine made predominately from fresh Scottish produce that awaits within.

Also published in July 2009 issue of Bite Magazine

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Zanzero, Stockbridge, Edinburgh

2009-06-22T13:30:00.000-07:00

REVIEW
ZANZERO
An Italian hero

Typical of Scotland, the weather outside switches from wet to sunny to just plain sordid during my after-work-on-a-Friday venture to Zanzero in Stockbridge. But inside it's consistently bright with fun, colourful surroundings, clean and kind, unlike whatever is going on with the conditions on the other side of the window!

To match the friendly bright green and white decor, the gentleman serving us makes my friend and I smile. He also brings us a starter big enough to share, the Assagini (£8.75), which comes complete with fresh buffalo mozzarella, prosciutto, sun-dried tomatoes, roasted aubergine and Pachino tomatoes. It's a great, generous snack and we sink right into it.

Powerless against the prospect of some truly fresh and fabulous pizza, I'm a sucker for the Picante (£9.50) while my friend has the special of the day (£9.95). Hers is made of focaccia and covered with fried, tender squid, cherry tomatoes, chillies and parsley. Mine is plopped with balls of more buffalo mozzarella, insanely hot chilis and lots of downright delicious Aberdeen Angus beef chunks fresh from The Store in Stockbridge, just one of the many ways Zanzero fuses Scottish produce into their traditional Italian cuisine.

Speaking of tradition, it has to be done with the tiramisù. Served uncharacteristically in a dessert glass, we love digging into the light sponge and marscapone cream, espresso and Marsala with long, skinny spoons. We also share a dense and decadent brownie made with 70% Valrohna cocoa and served with Madagascan vanilla ice cream.

Zanzero is casual, fun all-around and a neighourhood favourite that utilises local ingredients whenever possible. We applaud them.

Also published in July 2009 issue of Bite Magazine

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Rivage, Easter Road, Edinburgh

2009-06-22T13:20:00.000-07:00

REVIEW
RIVAGE
Cheap but top-notch

SLIGHTLY SOUTH OF LEITH, EASTER ROAD IS TAKING THE MEAL EXPERIENCE A FEW STEPS ABOVE THE PUBS AND TAKEAWAYS WITH THE ADDITION OF RIVAGE. OWNER AND CHEF RYAD MEEAJANE DOES INDIAN FOOD WITH SO MUCH INVENTION AND STYLE THAT IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THE FOOD IS ALSO ENTIRELY ECONOMICAL. VERY GOOD NEWS THESE DAYS!

Arriving first is a plate of complimentary fried Anda bread with a spiced, pickled assortment of carrots with mustard seeds, a tomato mango chutney and sweet onions; it's a delicious surprise and the kind of special something that really makes a dining experience stand out.

My starter is the scallop varuval (£4.95), the murgh tikka tiranga (£3.95) for my friend. My scallops are lightly glazed and seared to a perfect medium then finished with a cool lime and coriander sauce. It's a must for scallop lovers. My friend's chicken tikka is tender and beautifully presented over a trio of sauces so good , it is difficult to not ask for more.

Green chicken curry from Goa ($7.95) is my main course, a dish that is healthily chunky, not greasy, with pureed coriander, mint and chillies. It's recommended to accompany this with one of the flavoured bowls of rice although we find that the gucchi pulao mushroom rice (£3.50) is stellar all on its own as well. My friend is overjoyed with the jhinga 65 (£9.95); tiger prawns are char-grilled with care just after they've 'matured' in creamed hung yogurt marinade, saffron, caraway seeds and coriander. Its accompanying sauces of roasted red pepper and mint yogurt cool the palate sensibly. Our favourite part? The hollow yellow pepper that sits upright on the plate with a candle inside. Again, it's a simple but memorable touch.

Portions are just so that it's perfectly fine to finish with mango coffee sorbet (£2.95) plus the gulab jamun (£3.50), the latter being soft cheese dumplings served warm with real vanila bean ice cream.

Service is attentive, the music is entertaining (Bollywood does Pretty Woman, anyone?) but the physical menu could do with an upgrade that reflects the incredible quality of the menu items it lists.

Rivage also does delivery after 6pm.

Rivage
126-130 Easter Road
Edinburgh
EH7 5RJ

0131 661 6888
rivagerestaurant@btconnect.com

OPENING HOURS
7 days 12-2pm (lunch); 5.30-11pm (dinner)

Also published in July 2009 issue of Bite Magazine

SONG OF THE DAY: Remember the Mountain Bed by Jeff Tweedy

2009-06-19T06:18:00.000-07:00

Written by Woody Guthrie and performed by Wilco on Mermaid Avenue Vol II (Guthrie covers with Billy Bragg, commissioned by Guthrie's offspring) this song is so pretty it makes me burst into tears nearly every time I hear it. Have mercy, Guthrie was good, and Tweedy honours the man brilliantly. Here are the well-crafted words, more than worth a read even without the music:

Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves
Face, breast, hips, and thighs
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes

Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me

Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky
Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there

Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go

There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life's reason why
The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die

The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...

I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breast of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again

SONG OF THE DAY: Don't Let Go by Roy Hamilton

2009-06-18T04:19:00.000-07:00

Aw shucks, this is a sweet tune. It's got rockabilly, a little bit of jive and a whole lotta soul, and it should be heard! Oooh-weee!

INTERVIEW: The Bottleneckers

2009-06-18T01:38:00.000-07:00

The Bottleneckers are well-known in Scotland's retro scene for their authentic, old-time rhythm & blues antics that inevitably stir up some seriously good times. An incarnation of sorts of the similarly-spirited The Five Aces and The Privates, these gents will certainly be in their element next week in Glasgow where they will share a bill supporting the first lady of rockabilly, Wanda Jackson. Duncan, Ross and Richard give The List the scoop.

So what's your story?
Our story is a typically incestuous little family of six musicians that make up The Five Aces, The Bottleneckers and The Privates. Most of us have played in rock 'n' roll and R&B bands for too many years now (The Cobra-matics, The Kaisers and The Boogaloo Investigators have a prominent hand in our back story). What is nice is that outwith the six of us, our extended musical family represents a group of people dedicated to playing, DJing and generally getting right into all the great music of the first two-thirds of the 20th century. Basically music that hasn't been hideously overexposed and commercialised (such as blues rock, mainstream soul music, drab singer/songwriters and interchangeable guitar bands etc). We do what we do because it is more vital and stimulating than anything we hear in the mainstream. There is more life in this so-called old music than anything being hyped and touted nowadays.

What kind of events do The Bottleneckers participate in that encompass the celebration of music of ole?
One nice R&B-based culmination of this was the first Glasgow Rhythm & Blues Festival (organised by the Shout Bama Lama guys in Blackfriars) in May this year. A weekend event that we thought was going to be a total disaster ended up being a rare success. In total over 1,500 people came to the gigs and the organisers made excellent choices in bringing bands that never usually tour Scotland and backing them up with great local bands and DJs from here and from further afield.

You can rock and roll, you can do delta blues, you can jazz swing - what else?
Richard: We can rhythm and blues, yep, plenty of that, and other stuff from the same era. As for the delta blues, that’s like a precursor to the other things we do. Washboard Sam, The Mississippi Sheiks and the like. Rockabilly, too. To us, it’s all just good tunes.

Duncan: That would definitely be the lynchpin of the Bottleneckers, or cornerstone rather. We play songs we like that get us excited. The genre aspects is one we ignore completely and have never had to think of until now! Basically we seem to end up playing music from the late 1920s to the mid 60s.

What's the difference between you and the Five Aces?
R – We’re younger than them, and we have fully working backs as we don’t have to lift Hammond organs all over the place. Our chronological home is a few years earlier than that of the Aces. Mark’s on double bass, and we have an extra guitar as well, which makes the sound travel slightly faster, with bits sticking out at the sides that you can see if your shoes are the right height.

D - The Bottleneckers is more of a 50s thing musically. The Aces was a logical continuation of the Boogaloo Investigators as we progressed backwards in time from the late 60s soul, funk and R & B sound to an early 60s rhythm & blues with the Aces. The Boogaloos and the Aces sounded like what we were, ie a bunch of Scottish guys trying to play American soul and R & B. The Bottleneckers is a further step forward in going backwards in music years.

That aside, The Five Aces were essentially a travelling/touring band hence we played in Europe as much as we played in the UK. The Bottleneckers are a home-based endeavour to a large extent, although not exclusively.

So, Wanda Jackson! Excited? How'd you land it?
We got the gig from our pal Holly who works for the booking agency that is putting the gig on. (Holly also runs the Eyes Wide Open night in Glasgow, a club night specialising in 60s garage and psych music). She has seen the Bottleneckers many times and The Privates (the Hammond organ trio that will comprise Wanda's backing band along with Bottlenecker Mark on double bass).
It is always fun to back up American musicians when they come over. Invariably they are surprised that we approach playing in a similar way to how they used to approach it (It isn't unusual for these guys to get session players who aren't necessarily R & B fanatics backing them in the UK). By all accounts she can still cut the mustard onstage vocally and still puts on a show so we are looking forward to a great night.

Where else can we find you?
We haunt Blackfriars in Glasgow’s Merchant City on a Tuesday evening, and there’s the odd bit of weekend action. We do stick mainly to Glasgow, but have been as far as Spain (for actual gigs, we weren’t just lost, although we probably got lost at some point). Our MySpace page is the best way to keep track of us.

Your heroes? Or should we just leave it at top five at the risk of being here all day?
Okay, six it is. Keeping it in Bottleneckers mode: Carl Perkins, Chuck Berry, Arthur Crudup, Little Walter, Johnny Guitar Watson and Jimmy McCracklin. Do we get six each?

Favourite record in your personal collection?
Muddy Waters - Rollin’ & Tumblin’.

Ever been to Memphis?
We haven't even been to America yet unfortunately, however, we have driven past Houston on the Clyde many times.

Best 50s fashion trend?
That would have to be the fashionable trend for rockin' rhythm & blues! Oh, and girls in pretty frocks.

www.myspace.com/thebottleneckers

The Bottleneckers play with Wanda Jackson at ABC2, Glasgow on June 23

Also published here in The List

INTERVIEW: Over the Wall

2009-06-11T06:12:00.000-07:00

Ben Hillman and Gav Prentice are the clever two behind Over the Wall, another aurally-efficient outfit to form on Scotland's west coast. They've just relaunched the poetically-titled 'The Rise and Fall of Over The Wall' EP with plans to record an album by the end of summer that will surely soak up some more of the duo's jangly, melodious, somewhat playful but contemplative pop sounds. Both Ben and Gav tell The List all about it.

How and when did you get together? Where are you based?

Gav: We started Over the Wall years ago with the lofty ideal of having a collective of musicians and artists that would all help each other out and be centred around the night that we were putting on in the old Stereo in Glasgow. We met in the student halls right next to that, where The 78 is now. We were playing on each other's songs at those nights and it ended up feeling natural to take the name and become a duo. This would have been in the summer of 2006, so you could say that's when Over the Wall - as in the band belonging to me and Ben - started, although the idea was there for a while before it. It slowly became our main focus and has just built momentum from there.

Interesting names for your collaborators on your MySpace page like Orchestral Manoeuvres in Kelvingrove Park, the Over the Wall Male Voice Choir. What else have you got?

Gav: That's kind of a joke, I suppose you could say those are umbrella terms for people who we rope into playing with us. The great bulk of what we do is the two of us, but we like to use a lot of different sounds. On the E.P. we have our good friend Ally Stuart playing cello, he's actually also a DJ and does Men and Machines, which people might have heard of, and Kim Moore from Zoey Van Goey plays viola, and both do a cracking job. There are quite a lot of bands now doing that 'everything but the kitchen sink' set up where they get their cousins and aunties onstage playing triangle, and that can be really fun, but that's not our thing. The centre of the dynamic is how we interact with each other, the two of us.

Tell us about your EP. When was its release? How have you risen and fallen?!

Gav: It was originally released in late November 2008 but had a bit of a relaunch last month because to be honest it sold faster than we or the label thought it would! In fact we've nearly sold out that run so they'll have to make more. It's funny you have all this 'limited edition' banter until there is an actual demand and then you're like "Sod that!" It got picked up on radio a bit and we've been playing more outside of Scotland so it's done us proud. The 'fall' in the title is a prediction, that's luckily still to come, although I'm not sure you can really say that we've risen yet to be honest. I'm quite proud of it, Ben, can you listen to it yet?

Ben: Yes, I can now. There was a long period of time after the release where I couldn't stand listening to it at all. Not because I thought it was bad but simply we had spent so long recording and tweaking things that it had turned into some kind of monster that was out to destroy me.

Tell us more good news for OtW and 2009? What's been good so far and what's to come?

Gav: We just played the Cottingham Springboard Festival, which is just outside Hull, and it was awesome - if incredibly hot. The final night, in Manchester, of our tour last month was amazing, one of the best gigs ever. Our gigs in Glasgow in June at the We Were Promised Jetpacks album launch at King Tut's and with De Rosa at Oran Mor should be brilliant, then in July we're going to start properly working on our album. Although the gigs in June should be great I think we're both looking forward to laying off performing for a month and just recording. Oh, and we've just seen a rough cut of the video for 'Thurso' and it looks amazing.

Ben: We are just entering the early stages of recording that difficult first album. I think the cliche comes from the fact that when no-one has any expectations of you, it's more difficult to disappoint people. When you inevitably do, people know that that wasn't an easy feat at all.

What kind of album purchases or illegal downloads have you made recently?

Gav: I spent a small fortune on the new Aiden Moffat record in the elaborate board game packaging, but it's worth it because it's brilliant. I had high hopes for the Meursault album and wasn't disappointed. And I've recently rediscovered Jethro Tull, and they are really very good. I don't really do the downloading thing.

Ben: I just bought Dear Science by TV on the Radio. It's been out for quite a while now but I just bought it the other weekend and I love it. I bought it on the Compact Disc medium which I never normally do because they always break and scratch. I knew we were going to Cottingham for this gig and wanted another CD for the car so we could all enjoy it on the way down. Unfortunately we forgot all the rest of the CDs, so for the entire journey we had a mixture of TV on the Radio and local radio. I have to be honest now and say I didn't tire of either.

http://www.myspace.com/overthewall

Over the Wall play with We Were Promised Jetpacks at King Tut's, Glasgow on June 15; With De Rosa and Brother Louis Collective at Oran Mor, Glasgow on June 23.

Also published here in The List

INTERVIEW: Jacob Yates and the Pearly Gate Lock Pickers

2009-06-04T07:28:00.000-07:00

Jacob Yates and the Pearly Gate Lock Pickers evolved from the defunct and missed Uncle John and Whitelock, taking from it some of the signature elements and the obvious influence of The Cramps but turning the horror R&B into Jacob Yates' cleverly self-coined 'doom wap'. We love it, so The List tracked down Jacob to get a little more enlightened...

So I hear you're a reincarnation of sorts from the former much-adored band Uncle John and Whitelock. How so? And what are the musical similarities and differences?
After the end of Uncle John and Whitelock I realised pretty quickly that I still wanted to write, play and perform. I wanted to be selfish and find some good horses to pull my chariot about, if you catch my drift. At first I felt like I needed to find a whole new line up, which I did with Ric and Michael, but then I wanted to hear Jamie play his piano so asked him if he would join in. He said yes.Slowly I cobbled together some tunes and grabbed some old ones that I’d written for Uncle John and Whitelock and we took it from there. There are similarities between the two bands in as much as I’m the front and provide the lyrics and some heart and soul; it’s just that with the Pearly Gate Lock Pickers, things are a little less hard hitting. I mean that ‘Doom Wop’ fits into my life rather than before when ‘Horror R&B’ took over my life.

You've provided us with a brilliant single, 'Merry Hell'. Tell us about that song and anything else you're working on?
With ‘Merry Hell’ I returned to my muse, that being Maryhill in Glasgow, or the ‘Venice of the North’ as it was once known. I shop in the Tesco there on a regular basis and like to watch the community as they go about their day. For quite a lot of them this includes a steady diet of spirits, heroin, weed, fried foods, beers, fags and violence. In much the same way as Hieronymus Bosch saw his community and represented it as living hell, this is what I’ve tried to do with this song. I am not trying to make fun out of these people, just represent their plight. I keep toying with the idea of doing a whole concept album based on Maryhill and this is slowly coming together, I don’t think it will be easy listening.

Are all of your surnames really Yates?
We are all brothers now, but only I can lay any claim to a Yates lineage.

I see you have two gigs on this summer - got anything else up your sleeve?
As far as shows go, we doing some and there are more being offered all the time. I’m a dad now so I have to keep my voice for the lullabies.

Did you make it to any Lux Interior tribute nights around here a few months back?
I didn’t manage to get to any tribute nights for Lux Interior but rocked my sweet daughter to sleep singing 'Goo Goo Muck' the night he died.

http://www.myspace.com/jacobyatesandthepearlygatelockpickers

Jacob Yates and The Pearly Gate Lock Pickers will play at the Glasgow School of Art Vic Bar on June 20; at The Flying Duck, Glasgow on August 21.

Also published here in The List

SONG OF THE DAY: Smoke gets in your eyes by The Platters

2009-06-02T02:46:00.000-07:00

INTERVIEW: The Aliens

2009-06-02T01:39:00.000-07:00

Comprised of former Beta Band-ers John Maclean, Robin Jones and Gordon Anderson (also of Lone Pigeon), The Aliens still have whispers of their former sound, but this time a little cheerier, trading the trip hop for psychadelic pop. Now, with their first EP release of the year, the honeyed and harmonic Sunlamp Show, the boys are back with a highly-recommended hometown show at Edinburgh's Cab Vol. Keyboarder John tells The List the latest.

So where are you guys now? London? Scotland?
I am in London, Gordon and Robin are too scared to come to London so live in the Pentland Hills in Robin's case and Fife in Gordon's.

Tell us a little about the recently released EP, The Sunlamp Show.
We usually craft our own EPs with a bit of a theme, but for this one we wanted to give the tune to other people to do remixes. I gave a tune to Robin and he gave one back to me. We also got a Disco Bloodbath mix which is great.

How have you changed since Astronomy for Dogs?
Gordon has bought new trainers and Robin has ditched the much ftted 'headband' look. I've given up trying to make socks and sandals fashionable. Musically we had more time to make Luna because we made it in a cottage in Pittenweem. Astronomy was made in a big fancy London studio, in the heady days of 2005 when record companies gave money to people like us.

Any other projects on at the moment?
I'm making my first proper short film. Gordon is collecting his Lone Pigeon material for release.

What's next for The Aliens?
Well, after this mini tour of eight dates we would usually rest for a year to recover but we have to do these summer festivals - Glasto, Rock Ness and Kelburn Garden Party.

Edinburgh or Glasgow?
Feel I should say Edinburgh because I went to art college there and had a great time and me and Gordon met Robin there at college. But our best gigs were Glasgow Barrowlands with the Beta Band.

Fave Scottish venue?
Barrowlands

Do you guys ever make it to any club nights in Scotland that celebrate psychedelia?
I used to run a club in Edinburgh Art College Wee red called Club Prague. It was a bit of an institution, but I DJ hip hop as well as psych, rock 'n' roll, funk, rock, ska etc.

http://www.myspace.com/thealiens1

Also published here in The List

INTERVIEW: The Hidden Masters

2009-06-02T01:36:00.000-07:00

Glasgow's Hidden Masters cite influences from Buddy Holly to Black Sabbath, but what we actually hear is glorious late sixties-esque garage, psych rock/pop done in a way that easily appeals to good music lovers of today. They'll share a bill, suitably so, with The Aliens this Sunday. The List spoke to Alpha Mitchell to learn a little more about their groove.

So what's your story?
We have been invoking ancient powers from within darkened dwellings for the past two years. Once we were five, now we are three: Dave Dixon on lead guitar and vocals, Johnny Wolfe on drums and vocals and myself, Alpha Mitchell, on bass guitar and vocals.

Where are you based?
Originally hailing from Sirius, we are currently operating out of a village named Glasgow, located on a small island on the Prime Meridian.

Tell us about your sound.
We all write, so have a very broad pallette to draw from, with each of us liking a variety of sounds. The predominant things which come through tend to be early rock'n'roll, harmony pop, psychedelia and freakbeat with a dash of the progressive.

Your music is nicely nostalgic, but what relatively recent artists get you excited?
I'm partial to some Dungen and Witchcraft, John enjoys Field Music and Dave has the hots for Dan Sartain and Clinic.

What kind of projects if any do you have on at the moment?
We have self-recorded an LP's worth of tunes which we're hoping will see a release this year. We've been quite shy in the past with our public appearances but we've now narrowed the personnel down to a hardcore trio of showbiz troupers, so we're all set to tread the boards across the land and beyond.

You must be fans of The Aliens. How do you feel about being on the same bill on Sunday.
I haven't personally heard their music yet, but John's rather an admirer and they sound like like-minded fellows, so we're really looking forward to playing with them.

What can we expect from The Hidden Masters this weekend?
A hirsute three-headed all-singing Hydra with stinging guitar and big-bottom bass set to a kinetic rhythm & blues backbeat liable to go walkies at any moment.

www.myspace.com/hiddenmasters

Hidden Masters play with The Aliens at Cabaret Voltaire, Edinburgh on May 31; Halt Bar, Glasgow Mon 14 Jun.

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INTERVIEW: The Gothenburg Address

2009-06-02T01:34:00.000-07:00

They don't need a vocalist, they don't even need to tell you what their name means. The Gothenburg Address make music that bleeds with so much honest to goodness grandeur that they claim PJ Harvey and Ian Rankin as fans - quite a quick feat for the Edinburgh foursome. With two of the four citing Arab Strap as former musical ventures, what they do now is like updated shoegaze that's neither tiresome nor terribly urgent, just wide open, glorious noise that can do as it pleases. On the heels of the release of a new single, TGA's Luke Joyce spoke to The List about how they got here and the journey ahead.

How did you guys meet and come up with your name?
I first met Rob through an ad I put out. He was already in a band with Jeansy but they both obviously saw something in my songs that made them want to get involved. Chris joined a couple of weeks later. He and Jeansy were already friends due to their time together in Arab strap and The Zephyrs. As for the name, it's something that I came up with long before the band formed. It has meaning, but it's not something I'm ready to expand upon just yet.

You obviously don't need to, but do any of you sing?
I have been the main vocalist in the majority of my previous bands, and Chris did a lot of the vocal parts on the recent Sans Trauma album. I think not having a vocalist gives the music a freedom; we can go where we like with it.

And what about the single A Lesser Coming Home?
Getting the single recorded has opened up many doors for the band. I think there was a real anticipation for it. We had a large amount of pre-orders, and the CD sold out within a couple of weeks. With folk such as PJ Harvey and Ian Rankin asking for copies, we're hoping that our music will start to get more exposure outwith our local fanbase. As for the single itself, it contains what I think at the time were the bands two favourite songs. We have an extensive playlist now, so much so that cutting it down for the album is proving troublesome.

Best musical moment of the past year?
I think playing George Square just before Chrismas was a high point for everyone. Playing on such a large stage to so many people was suprisingly comfortable for us. A few weeks ago we had our first sold out show which was another moment that reassured us that we are on the right track. Having people respond to what you do on stage is an amazing feeling, and always gives us a boost to become as good as we can.

What's to look forward to this summer?
This summer will be busy for us. We have the album to record, whilst playing shows when we can. We have been invited to play The Wickerman Festival in July, which will be our first festival experience. We will also be taking our first trip to London and into Europe. There is also a soundtrack or two in the pipeline.

Who else do you recommend on the Scottish scene?
I think the Scottish scene is stronger than ever right now. There's a lot of bands I still want to see, but we're just so busy. I did catch a solo show by the lady from Sparrow In The Workshop. That blew me away. Such a great voice. Glasgow band The Brother Louis Collective are about to do amazing things. Their single 'These Barren Years' is a must-buy. I have great respect for the musical talent in that band, and Louis' songwriting is beyond his years. Also, west coast band What The Blood Revealed are doing great things just now. We're very much looking forward to playing the 13th Note with them in a few weeks time.

http://www.myspace.com/thegothenburgaddress

Gothenburg Address play Bongo Club, Edinburgh with St Deluxe, May 28; Sneaky Pete's, Edinburgh with UNGOMSKULLEN, June 21; 13th Note, Glasgow, June 24.

Also published here in The List

SONG OF THE DAY: He Don't Love Me Anymore by June Carter

2009-05-27T15:46:00.000-07:00

Of course Johnny had to have her, she's as funny as she is purty and she makes me want to run back home now and for forever so I will never, ever, ever lose my southern accent. That, and I have GOT to get myself to the Grand Ole Opry.

SONG OF THE DAY: Fist City by Loretta Lynn

2009-05-24T10:38:00.000-07:00

Don't be stealin' a southern lady's man, people, damn! Tell 'em how it is, gal!

SONG OF THE DAY: Hard Headed Woman by Wanda Jackson

2009-05-23T08:21:00.000-07:00

Hotdog! This here's the first lady of rockabilly, the one and only fujiyama mama, and one hell of a hero of mine. I may have just majorly screwed myself into working on a night when she will actually be playing in Scotland, in the flesh, and therefore am drowning in a sea of self-loathing-soaked tears.

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Bond No 9

2009-05-22T03:58:00.000-07:00

REVIEW

BOND NO 9

Savvy stuff

IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE AN ULTRA-STYLISH PLACE TO HANG YOUR HEAD AND LIFT A CHAMPAGNE COCKTAIL ARRIVED AROUND THE SHORE OF LEITH, A PART OF TOWN THAT HAS OFFICIALLY MADE ITSELF THE PLACE TO BE. BUT BOND NO 9 HAS NOT ONLY TOP SHELF DRINKS AND SOUL MUSIC-SOAKED ATMOSPHERE, IT HAS SAVVY COMFORT, SWEET, KNOWLEDGEABLE SERVICE, AND SERIOUSLY GOOD FOOD.

The cocktail menu alone is worth a perusal. Following the lengthy bubbles section, there are four pages of 'Our School Cocktails,' many incorporating a little fizz. The gentleman serving us rightly recommended an Incognito (Wyborowa Almond vodka with Briotet crème de mure and pineapple juice, Moet et Chandon Brut Imperial Champagne, £7.50) to my friend, and to me, a fan of tasting flowers, The General (Hendrick's Gin with St Germain elderflower liqueur, white sugar and Laurent Perrier Ultra Brut Champagne, garnished with a peach bitters-soaked cucumber baton, £7.50).

The delicious drinks satiate us until the arrival of our starters: stuffed cherry tomatoes for my friend and for myself, mini crab cakes. The tomatoes are poached and filled with goat's cheese, always an enticing combo, and accompanied well with toasted pine nuts and cased in filo. The cakes aren't phonies; they're full of fresh crab meat and a curry sauce make them a sweet summer treat.

My friend's main is chicken that's smoked in-house and served with a rich green pea and spring onion risotto, its star ingredients being shaved Parmesan and a drizzle of truffle oil. Mine is a healthy dish of asparagus, soft poached egg, goat's cheese croutes and a peppery rocket salad, flavours that entwine with ingenuity.

The pudding menu endangers a guilt-free night and is too good to resist. We indulge in chocolate flavoured Panna cotta with blood orange compote that refreshes the palate, and a peanut butter and chocolate bread and butter pudding with vanilla ice cream that is mind-blowing for any fan of the Reese's Cup flavour combo!

Sampling the food is as much of a must as their expert cocktail menu (they also fancy themselves knowledgeable in the Art of Absinthe!) and it is these things as well as the tranquil, smart surroundings that should send them ascending their first summer on the shore.

Bond No 984

Commercial Street

Edinburgh

EH6 6LX
0131 555 5578

info@bondno9.co.uk

OPENING HOURS

Mon-Fri 4pm-1am

Sat 12pm-1am

Sun 12pm-12am

Also published in Bite Magazine, June 2009

RESTAURANT REVIEW: The New Bell

2009-05-22T03:51:00.000-07:00

REVIEW

THE NEW BELL

The reason to dine out

AFTER THE PRAISES I'VE HEARD SUNG IN THE PAST, I ARRIVE AT THE NEW BELL WITH A HIGH EXPECTATIONS. IT IS NOW EASY TO SEE WHY THE APPLAUSE FOR THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD INSTITUTION CAN STILL BE HEARD OVER THE COURSE OF SEVERAL YEARS.

Located above The Old Bell pub, The New Bell has an old charm illustrated with mismatched wooden chairs, white linens and Miles Davis playing quietly overhead. It's a relief to settle in here from the rain and sink into a bottle of some highly drinkable Australian Shiraz (Katherine Hills, £17.95).

The menu is full of imaginative tradition. I recognise a combo of pear and blue cheese that I adore so I go for this salad with chicory and sherry vinaigrette (£5.50). It's very good but my healthy endeavour ends in envy of my friend's luscious plate of MacSween's haggis-filled crepe surrounded by whisky sauce and sheathed in crispy-fried leaks (£6.75). Just grand.

My main is poached and grilled chicken engulfed with sun-dried tomato mousse, a delicious concoction that has me sold in seconds (£14.95). Served also with buttered spinach and a roasted red pepper mash that one could only dream of recreating, it is suffice to say I am happy. My friend goes for the chef's special of pan-roasted loin of new season Borders lamb; brilliantly pink slices are fanned out on the plate with a delish pea puree, crushed new potatoes, black olive tapenade and a wild garlic and leek crust to match the flavours enriching the potatoes (£17.50). A table full of top notch flavours and just enough food to satisfy without negating the possibility of pudding!

The desserts deserve their very own page of recognition but this will have to do: one bite into the fondant exposes a molten lava of dark chocolate bewildering enough without a fresh mandarin sorbet at its side. Moving on, a banana and honeycomb iced parfait is also unstoppable, a great combination seldom seen, served with a caramelised cone of just-made raspberry cream and summer fruits that are tart from marinating in their own juices. (Both £5.50)

The New Bell is the reason that we want to dine out. Why kid yourself in your own kitchen when you can leave yourself in the hands of professionals?

The New Bell

233 Causewayside

Edinburgh

EH9 1PH
0131 668 2868

thenewbell@yahoo.com

OPENING HOURS

Sun–Thu 5.30–9pm

Fri,Sat 5.30–10pm

Sun 12.30–2pm

Also published in Bite Magazine, June 2009

SONG OF THE DAY: My Girls by Animal Collective

2009-05-22T03:27:00.001-07:00

Despite what these awesome guys think, this song rocks. Think opening track on a playlist made for Friday mornings. I know it's just too easy to give this album (Merriweather Post Pavilion) credit considering the rapturous reception it has received from the press but sometimes we know what we're talkin' about, people. Oh, and don't forget to also click on link above to behold the 'awesome guys.'

RESTAURANT REVIEW: A Room in Leith

2009-05-20T08:08:00.000-07:00

Seaside splendour

May 2009

On entrance this establishment can be deceiving. The front bit is the pub, (Teuchters Landing), a newly refurbished one full of energy and punters enjoying libations by the shore this Saturday evening. The friendly face behind the bar recognises my look of disorientation and directs me down a corridor to a quieter portion of the building which occupies A Room in Leith. A stunning locale for a restaurant, it is entirely windowed so every diner can enjoy a peaceful experience by the water. It is here that my friend and I forget where we are over the course of the next hour or so, as if we've been transported to a totally different seaside city.

The lofty impression the atmosphere leaves us is only heightened while we pore over the menu, which changes every six weeks or so. Every choice is innovative with ideas as fresh as the ingredients, which have a clear focus on Scotland. My friend eventually decides on baked portobello mushrooms topped with roasted garlic butter and Mull cheddar, encrusted in pistachios and garnished with a pickled red onion relish (£5.25). The flavours here merge from every direction while the dish remains delicate. We also share a terrine made of confit duck and hamhock that is unbelievably light, considering the ingredients, and seems the perfect spring starter with the accompaniments of celeriac remoulade and Arran mustard dressing (£5.45).

Pleased with the appearance of roasted wood pigeon breast on this menu, my friend has this as her main and it is served a beautiful shade of red with very crispy haggis fritters, truffled thyme mash and a Hawthorn berry glaze (£16.25). The meat melts in the mouth as it is more than just tender, it simply dissolves with every bite and couldn't be better complemented with the glimmer of truffle in the potatoes. My sea bream fillet is crisp, expertly seared and served over a lush chowder of king prawns, rocket and butternut squash with citrus brioche croutons (£15.25).

For pudding, we share a warm tart of rhubarb, orange and almonds finished with an amaretto custard (£5.25). Yet another moment when we experience every glorious flavour at once, layered and baked to enviable perfection.

Chef David Hand certainly has two new fans who are already intensely curious of the menu's next transformation. See you again in six weeks!

Also published here in Bite Magazine

RESTAURANT REVIEW: Garden Cafe at the Dome

2009-05-20T08:01:00.001-07:00

Hidden Charm

May 2009

We, as dwellers of this fine city on the sea, cannot deny that when our old friend, the sun, decides to show its face occasionally, we chase and we celebrate it. Today, not only has my favourite acquaintance made itself known, but it is actually warm. This is, in my eyes, the first (and possibly the only) day of Spring so it is fortunate I've planned to lunch in the outdoor Garden Café situated at the Dome's back door.

With the entrance just off Rose Street, shoppers, lunch-breakers and sun-seekers occupy the sweet garden furniture interspersed with potted flowers, plants and trees. Accordion music plays and baskets of lemons, oranges and limes hang from the outer walls of The Dome. In this storybook scene I am armed with a book, a pair of sunglasses and a glass of that immortal springtime nectar - pinot grigio (delle Venezie £4.50).

The abundant and attentive staff swiftly bring a starter of chicken liver parfait (4.50). It is too much food for me personally but it is delicious. The texture is almost like mousse with the flavour flirting with richness but never overpowering. It spreads easily onto some tasty Scottish oatcakes, though the red onion chutney that accompanies isn't as exciting as I had hoped.
A salad is definitely in order on this sunny afternoon so I try a new addition to their menu - the warm and spicy Mexican chicken salad (£12.00). I am brought a seemingly endless bowl of marinated chicken breast over lettuce with guacamole, sour cream and jalapenos. It is simple yet something I've not had before and very refreshing. Again, a lot of food, however a lot of very good food!

Dessert is considered but I couldn't dare! The temptations include a lemon tart with white chocolate sauce, The Dome Scottish cranachan, The Dome apple pie with vanilla ice cream, Scottish cheeses and a selection of Italian ice creams and sorbets (£4.50-£7.50) - all great reasons to return soon while there's still a chance they will cool us off from that fickle sun.

Also published here in Bite Magazine.

SONG OF THE DAY: Beautiful Bride by The Handsome Family

2009-05-15T03:48:00.000-07:00

Thank you Dave Cameron, my dear sweet fellow banjo/bluegrass-lovin' friend, for sharing this video with me during the final days of the Napier era! This music has stuck with me!

INTERVIEW: The Handsome Family

2009-05-15T03:37:00.000-07:00

The Handsome Family, a husband and wife duo living in Albuquerque, New Mexico, do folk-country-bluegrass with the sweetness of Cash and Carter and the imagery that only the experiences of time, travel and troubles and can so delicately induce. She, a fiction writer from New York, has been writing sublimely somber stories for Brett's baritone delivery since their debut almost 15 years ago. With a recent release, Honey Moon, comprised of ballads that tell us of June bugs, a winding corn maze and that 'love is like a white moth sipping tears from sleeping birds,' the couple return now to Scotland to share sensitivities as deep as their catalogue. Meet one-half of the family, Rennie Sparks.

Where are you two from and do these places affect your musical imaginations?
Brett’s from Texas and I’m from NY. I grew up in a rural part of Long Island. Lots of vines and noises in the night. We have so many influences it's hard to know where songs come from in the end. We like old songs.

What kind of records have you enjoyed lately?
Lately we’ve been listening to a lot of The Platters and The Mills Brothers. They are so romantic and evocative yet so formal. We also love Alfred Deller.

Have you been to Scotland before?
Yes, many times. Last time we drove around the Highlands listening to Ivor Cutler. Delightful, scary, gorgeous. I saw a fox running down the street late at night in Edinburgh. That was pretty amazing. We don’t have a lot of foxes. We do have road runners though.

What's on the cards for this year?
Lots of touring.

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The Handsome Family play The Americana Festival in Glasgow at The Tron on May 17.

Also published here in The List

SONG OF THE DAY: Devil Song by Sparrow and the Workshop

2009-05-13T07:41:00.000-07:00

Read all about the splendour that is Sparrow here