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Bedouin SoundClash W/ MIKE RELM
HOLY SHIT.
MIKE RELM IS FUCKING insane!!! HE WAS SCRATCHING DVDS!!! playyyed sooo any songs the crowd you know. my personal fave was "something 2 dance 2 by NWA. and for the Bedouin...they put on one of the best shows ive seen all year @ the commodore...really melo..lots of groovin and dancing going on. i will go see these guys again any day of the week. i also picked up both mike relm and bedouins cds...gonna give those a listen tomorrow. overall 8/10 |
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Mike Relm was cool as usual... played basically same set as his first appearance at the commodore. The sold out crowd loved it for good reason!
as for Bedouin Soundclash... omg soo good! The covers they were doing were just awesome! have fun at the show desi! .tiph. |
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Bought it at HMV today for the 2 for $25 dealio. The show was awesome. Mike Relm was sweet (hadn't seen him before) but Bedouin Soundclash was even BETTER. New Years Day...I forgot that they did a cover of that. I heard them play that at warped.
SO GOOD. |
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from this weeks georgia straight:
Bedouin Soundclash By sarah rowland Publish Date: 29-Dec-2005 Bedouin Soundclash’s love for Eastern Canada was proven by a spirited “London, Ontario Calling”. Rebecca Blissett photo. At the Commodore on Tuesday, December 27 About three chords into Bedouin Soundclash’s opening song “Gyasi Went Home”, it became painfully obvious that: a) bass player Eon Sinclair scores about three times as much groupie pelt as the rest of the band; and b) frontman Jay Malinowski wants nothing more than to go down in history as the second coming of Joe Strummer. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, especially considering how forthcoming Malinowski’s been about his influences. Just ask anyone who’s ever interviewed him. If he’s not giving a lesson on the origins of ska, he’s weeping over the importance of Sandinista!. Malinowski is no less enthusiastic about his idol when playing live. He practically creamed his tapered jeans whenever he introduced a Strummer-indebted song, which was about every 20 minutes. There was “Music My Rock”, a tribute to all the skanking greats, which includes Desmond Dekker, Bob Marley and the Wailers, and, of course, the Clash. Then the Toronto trio tried its hand at “Rudie Can’t Fail”, with a disclaimer that the band had only performed it nine times previously. As well, there was a shout-out to the Mescaleros. Malinowski and his bandmates seemed to be having an all right time, although one couldn’t help but notice the invisible 10-foot poles that kept them at a safe distance from each other on-stage, or the fact that they seemed to be having three completely separate experiences. Without disrupting the band’s triangular formation, Sinclair strutted back and forth in a straight line, smiling coolly at the young girls who were making fuck-me eyes at him. Drummer Pat Pengelly maintained a pained look on his face as he banged out the rockin’ island rhythms. Malinowski, meanwhile, was stuck to his mike stand, diligently giving background info on almost every number as he strummed his customized guitar, which had a collage of reggae and rock heroes painted on it. (Imagine the West 4th Avenue Speaker City mural and you get the idea.) Of course, minor problems like Bedouin Soundclash failing to perform as a cohesive unit didn’t really matter to the sold-out Commodore crowd. The first hour of the set was really just a way of killing time until the band trotted out its mega hit, “When the Night Feels My Song”. Introducing the number, Malinowski delivered a heartfelt speech about how only five people believed in them back in the day. Then he went on to thank all the “people with great taste in music” for helping them top the charts. For many, this moment of greatness was enough to justify the cost of admission. For others, the rest of Bedouin Soundclash’s material only illustrated that the band’s songs all sound pretty much the same. The group could have learned a thing or two from its opening act, DJ Mike Relm. The Asian sensation from San Francisco not only warmed the crowd up by mixing the Peanuts theme with Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song”, he also pumped more life into the room than the headliners managed. Relm ended his set with a ghettolicious version of John Lennnon’s peace anthem “Imagine” whilst projecting footage of himself holding up the lyrics for people to sing along. And he did it without a hint of irony. True he did lose a few of the younger ones with that one, but not nearly as many as Bedouin Soundclash did with its massacre of U2’s “New Year’s Day”. Even the keener couples who couldn’t decide whether to spoon or skank lost interest with what turned out to be a post-Christmas reggae stink bomb. |