Villagers – Ship Of Fools Essentially benign, Villagers here lay a tense and never quite consummated Eighties post-punk/neo-psychedelic guitar chug over nautical singer-songwriterly metaphors. Ship Of Fools is sure to comfort morbidly introspective young people who feel adrift, or at sea, or storm-tossed, so to speak, in their daily lives. Sadly, it seems to fade…
Every year at around this time journalist are asked for their tips for the best shows to see at the Edinburgh Fringe in August. Professional critics can’t just pick all the things they have chosen before and know are the best because, like the low rent entertainers they essentially are, they too need to vary…
Apparently we must all tighten our belts. That’s easy for David Cameron to say, cycling everywhere and being all trim and fit. I’ve put on two stone in the last three years of constant touring. But it’s not only my waistline that, apparently, needs squeezing. Reading between the lines of The Big Society manifesto, Dave…
The sacred clown of the Lakota, The Heyóka, is the perfect comedian. He speaks in gibberish, goes naked in freezing weather, starves when food is plentiful, dances backwards through holy rituals, washes in dirt, and shares his shame with everyone; The shaman-clowns of the pueblos, the koshare, descend from the rooftops, naked and howling, to…
When I, a comedian currently fashionable in broadsheets, and an uncomprehending fan of Free Improvisation, was invited to publicise and programme Freehouse, the Cheltenham jazz festival’s new experimental strand, Evan Parker was the first musician I wanted to contact. For me, the 66-year-old saxophonist is the greatest living exponent of free improvisation. Nearly half a…