Some of my friends are good, like tea and biscuits is good; soothing, reliable and pretty much essential to live. Some are good like drugs and alcohol; are not necessarily good, but fun all the same. And some are good like a shot of whiskey in a cup of tea on a cold day. Ta for the photos.
Right, so down to business! Today I saw and interviewed The Cocabelles and Incasino Out, as well as a band I hadn’t heard before, called The Staves. I promise I’ll put the interviews from this week up really soon, probably once Sound City is over.
The Cocabelles have undergone a drastic change in recent weeks, going from three female vocalists to a just one with a backing singer. The band behind her hasn’t changed, and so from tonight’s performance it is difficult to imagine them any other way.
Carina, the remaining member of the original lineup, puts on a spectacle not to be missed. She swept onstage in a full lace bodysuit, Gaga style, resplendent with gorgeous 50’s curls and a scarlet pout to put Monroe to shame.
The music is bluesy and seductive, with a saxophone adding a sophisticated edge to vocals that wouldn’t seem out of place in a speakeasy. Carina is note-perfect, and it is unbelievable that this is only the second time they have played the lineup live.
The highlight of the show was her pared-down version of “Poker Face”, a brave choice but a brilliant twist on the overplayed commercial hit.
The Cocabelles show does not fail to deliver audio to go with the striking visuals.
The Staves were shy and sweet when they spoke, but once this trio of folk sisters began to sing, it is clear they love what they do. The lilting acoustic melodies, played on guitar and ukulele worked beautifully with the haunting and solemn vocals, reminiscent of Laura Marling and Moldy Peaches.
Incasino Out land in the Masque Ink on a wave of crashing, violent noise. They instantly evoke early Biffy Clyro, Million Dead and Your Code Name Is: Milo, despite looking like sweet indie youngsters.
Their post hardcore sound contains all the requisite elements, including a somewhat tuneless vocalist, a thumping and ferocious drummer and a deep, repetitive bass sound, but is the triplet of guitarists that distinguishes their sound from the countless amounts of boys in garages trying to be Fugazi.
Creating between them a maze of melodies, the three guitarists lead the audience into a dark and ramshackle noise, occasionally stopping dead in their tracks to break out riffs that will stay in your memory.
Incasino Out are laying the foundations of something great, and tonight at the Masque Ink they proved they can show their worth live.
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