A couple of 'mixed' reviews -
From Newcastle Cluny 10th March:
www.themusicmagazine.co.uk/reviews/live/3306Howling Bells/Future Of The Left/The Joy Formidable - Cluny, Newcastle
by Adam Chapman
In times when it seems like anybody with more than seven ‘friends’ on Myspace is afforded a headlining UK tour, it’s becoming more and more of a rarity to come across a gig where you’re at least interested in the support acts.
Imagine our happiness then, when the looming shadow of corporatism for once worked for the forces of good, and the nice people at Jack Daniels provided us with three of our favourite bands; the Joy Formidable, Future Of The Left and Howling Bells, on the same bill, at one of our favourite venues, the Cluny.
First up are dreamy noise-pop trio the Joy Formidable, an undoubted one to watch in 2009. Boyfriend and girlfriend combo Ritzy Bryan and Rhydian Dafydd channel their intimacy, a la the White Stripes and the Kills, in between Bryan smashing her guitar around the place like a woman possessed - her face a glazed, glacial expression somewhere near Joe Strummer’s mixture of sardonicism and fervour.
Opening with the synth loops of The Greatest Light Is The Greatest Shade, the band lull some of the audience into a false sense of security with it’s poppier elements, before launching through much of debut album A Balloon Called Moaning with all of its glorious, hook-laden noise intact.
Next, Welsh punks Future Of The Left crank things up another notch, their off-the-wall riot-rock not received as well as it should be, a fact not lost on frontman Andy Falkous, who suggests the crowd are worried by the presence of myriad television cameras for the gig’s Channel Four broadcast.
Nevertheless, the set is excellent, featuring the mainstays of 2007’s Curses album as well as new single The Hope That House Built, with exuberant bassist Kelson Mathias ending their performance on the gantry reserved for the aforementioned cameras - a good 15 yards from his position on stage.
The quieter elements of the crowd were most likely there for the headliners, Australian indie-rockers Howling Bells, who released their second album Radio Wars to mixed reviews in February.
After the critical acclaim lauded upon their self-titled debut, it’s hard not to see the follow-up as a step backwards. That appears underscored tonight by the fact that the standout tracks in an admittedly polished set are the favourites from the first record. Easy-on-the-eye vocalist Juanita Stein is her usual amiable self and the band are as confident as ever, but it’s all a little too Radio Two; especially after the breakneck balls-to-the-wall offerings of the previous two acts.
Overall though, tonight was a brilliant evening, which was at the very least enjoyable from start to finish. TMM is back at the Cluny a day later, again to see three acts worthy of our attention. Hopefully this is going to become a recurring theme…
From Glasgow Classic Grand 11th March:
living.scotsman.com/music/Gig-review-Howling-Bells.5068696.jpText:
By DAVID POLLOCK
***
CLASSIC GRAND, GLASGOW
"I WAS having a bad day today," notes Howling Bells's charmingly brooding singer Juanita Stein, "but you guys are really giving me great energy." In this comment lies proof of the London-based quartet's Australian origins; and Howling Bells are very definitely an Aussie band, managing to sound like sullen rockers, folk-playing hippies and pouting electro poseurs within the space of one song.
They've got the look down anyway, with the three boys in the background (including Stein's brother Joel) just pinch-cheeked and healthy-looking enough to hold their own to the rear of the publicity shots.
Stein is the star of the Howling Bells roadshow, though – her severe, jet-black fringed bob and sparkling aqua-sequinned top sucking up all the attention under the cool blue stage lights. Her voice is a folky trill and then a sexual growl; precisely the same combination that works so well for PJ Harvey.
Yet, disappointingly, Howling Bells are merely an OK band. Their reference points are strong, with countrymen like Nick Cave's Bad Seeds and the Go-Betweens evoked throughout songs like Broken Bones, Low Happening and Cities Burning Down. But this is a rather safe collection of tracks, better suited to soundtracking American teen dramas than dark nights of the soul.
Which is all well and good, but when Stein, feeling that energy now, invites us to dance to a new song, featuring a bit of mid-tempo electro keyboard over the same MOR rock background, you feel she might have misinterpreted the variety her band are capable of.