The Glasgow Barrowland celebrates 75 years as being one of the finest venues anywhere. Having been to some of the best venues around the world, it still does not get better than the sticky floor at the barras for me. Jimi has his say in the Sun..
Doves bassist JIMI GOODWIN said: “When we first played it I was thrilled because I used to stand outside doing bootleg T-shirts when I was 17.
“I love the fact that it hasn’t been cleaned since 1940.”
As I have mentioned before, the best doves show I ever saw was at the Barras in May 2002. Listen to the show here. Check out the intro to Caught By The River to hear a rather merry Jimi tell the crowd he saw Public Enemy at the Barras and he was the guy you bought tickets from outside! Hilarious.
Happy Birthday Barrowland! Cheers for the memories.
NME picture taken at the Glasgow Barrowland November 19th 2002.
Have had a few requests for the audio from the Glasgow Barrowland show of May 1st 2002. Quite simply the best doves show I have been to. When I first saw doves live late 2000, I wasn’t that impressed to be honest! Saw them again in early 2001 at an NME show. Fast forward May 2002, The Last Broadcast had been released a couple days earlier. You wouldn’t have guessed it from this show, the new songs like Words, There Goes The Fear & Satellites among others sounded like they had been around for ages. A truely amazing show, I was hooked from then on. Took a sickie from work so I could attend the show in Manchester a couple days later!! Great times.
I was hoping to put up some good quality mp3s from the Barrowland gig. Sadly the disc that I had kept in storage, has been damaged. All I have to share from the show is a poor quality mp3 of the Cedar Room that I kept on an old computer. You can get that from here. If you have the full show in good quality mp3, I would love to hear from you.
By all accounts, last night’s show in Nottingham was a right stormer. The regular set was played, but with the inclusion of Spaceface after The Fear. Well done Nottingham! I have fond memories of seeing the band at Rock City in the past, so to hear of a great show last night does not surprise me at all.
On the topic of great gigs. Scotland’s Sunday Mail rated the recent Glasgow Barrowland show as the concert of the week:
Gig of the week: Doves *****
Barrowland, Glasgow, April 22
Doves are a band for our times. Down-to-earth Jimi Goodwin and twins Jez and Andy Williams deliver songs about love, loss, death, grime, gritty cities, bad times, good times and hope.
If ever a venue was suited to them it’s the Barrowland as Jimi spoke lovingly about the peeling paint and sticky floor. With his furry beard, he looks a bit like a kindly uncle but when one of his crew was hit by flying beer, he made the crowd say sorry to his mate.Tight, muscular and pounding, Doves gave a steely performance and there was an easy chemistry between the band.
They kicked off with Jetstream and tracks like The Greatest Denier, The Outsiders and an excellent 10.03 showed the crowd are taking the new material to their hearts.
Kingdom Of Rust again proved a brilliant live track. Old Doves staples will always please and in the perfect surroundings of the Barras, the hot and sweaty crowd jumped to Black & White Town, Words and the grand finale of There Goes The Fear, which merged into a samba-party style track.
Here are some reviews that have popped up for the Glasgow & Edinburgh shows.
A good slab of lazy journalism for you. Here’s the Scotman’s take on the Glasgow Barras show:
Inevitably, it came down to the airing of a handful of old favourites to relieve the monotony. The appropriately named Pounding caused euphoria in the crowd, as did Black And White Town, propelled along by its infectious rhythm, shamelessly borrowed from Martha & the Vandellas’ Heatwave.
To waste 2 minutes of your life, click here to read the rest of it.
The Scotsman have also posted a review of the edinburgh show:
Flawless renditions of old classics like Here It Comes, There Goes The Fear and The Last Broadcast followed, while much of the new material aired had a Sub Sub-esque groove reminiscent of the days before they fluttered away from dance music into the more guitar-based Doves.
Jimi popped into BBC Radio Scotland studios this morning, to speak to Tom Morton. A cool interview. Jimi talk’s about last night’s show at the barras, Doves in Scotland & touring America, among other stuff.
As posted on doves board. The setlist from last night’s show at the barras:
Jetstream Snowden Winter Hill Rise Pounding Almost Forgot 10:03 Words Denier Kingdom of Rust Ambition Black & White Compulsion The Outsiders Caught By —————— Northenden Here It Comes Last Broadcast The Fear
Check out these awesome pictures of the gig, taken by Alice. By all accounts the show was the best of the year so far. The Barras never disappoint.
Doves are in Edinburgh tonight to play the Picture House for the first time.
Notes: Taken from my old gig book. I wrote at the time: Took the band several attempts to get Catch The Sun going again. Here It Comes, causes problems just like last night. Again, didn’t effect the show. Great show, great crowd!
Support: The Delgados, Alpinestars
Intro Pounding There Goes The Fear Sea Song Rise Catch The Sun Satellites Words The Man Who Told Everything The Last Broadcast Where We’re Calling From NY A House Caught By The River The Cedar Room — Firesuite Here It Comes
Notes: Taken from my old gig book. I wrote at the time: Amazing show just as with the show in May. Took the band three goes to get Catch The Sun going. Here It Comes got dropped as the band struggled to get it going. Crowd didn’t seem to mind, as we got what seemed like an extended Spaceface.
Support: The Delgados
Intro Pounding There Goes The Fear Sea Song Rise Catch The Sun Satellites Words The Man Who Told Everything The Last Broadcast Where We’re Calling From NY A House Caught By The River The Cedar Room Firesuite
Life, death, love, loss and songs about losing one’s marbles: how Doves can navigate such ambitious waters while consistently avoiding the rocks of self-indulgence is one of music’s most enduring wonders. Where others bend over backwards in an attempt to convince us that their pain is genuine, there’s the sense that this bluff Mancunian trio really have lived through it all; that they’ve lost love, found solace in perseverance and have the beards and broken hearts to prove it. Sung by an Ashcroft or a Gallagher, the fathoms-deep longing of ‘There Goes The Fear’ (“you turn around and life’s passed you by”) or current single ‘Caught By The River’ would all but asphyxiate on maudlin mush. Yet, when crooned by Doves’ Jimi Goodwin – a man who, with his grubby T-shirt and builder’s waddle, looks better equipped to fit a sink than front a rock band – it all melts into a deliciously un-sanitised pool of emotion. Clearly, the Doves haven’t a contrived bone in their bodies. They couldn’t ‘do’ arrogant or ersatz if they tried. Honesty and an effortless lack of self-consciousness are their calling cards; qualities that inevitably see them bypass the smug pitfalls of dad-rock in favour of the unaffected wisdom of, well, elder brother-rock.
Tonight, even the frequent technical hitches (“Whoopth!” lisps Goodwin sweetly, after botching, twice, the intro to “Catch The Sun”) fail to intrude upon the sense of occasion. Indeed, these glitches – such as the moment a flustered technician scurries on stage during ‘Firesuite’ to apologise for the misbehaving equipment – appear less like intrusions and more like inevitable by-products of their redoubtable attempts to strive for ever-grander vistas. Doves are, after all, a band to whom hiccups, headaches and the vagaries of guitars that sound like galaxies imploding are all part of the process.
From ‘Pounding’s relentless neo-baggy grind to the aching, extended breakdown of ‘The Cedar Room’, their music escapes the constraints of their lyrical pre-occupations (pain, hope, regret, redemption) and heads for a realm in which cosmos-sized tunes are imbued with an irresistible everyman accessibility. To demonstrate their ability to make sonic mountains out of molehills, they play the theme to ‘Steptoe and Son’ and turn its rickety ridiculousness into a sniff-inducing lament worthy of ‘The Last Broadcast’. They are, we are relieved to note, not Elbow.
As thousands of tiny stars appear on screens behind them, Doves finish with ‘Space Face’, a relic from their days as early 90’s techno-champs Sub Sub. A swirling, nouveau-baggy instrumental in psychedelic footwear, its astral, bliss-kissed confidence provides both the perfect farewell toast to their past and a cheeky wink at a future that promises anything but the expected.
Life, death, love, loss and songs about losing one’s marbles: whichever way you look at it, Doves are untouchable.