Music

Live Music in Edinburgh

Review: Deerhoof, 8 December 2009

A Deerhoof song generally tends not to follow a straightforward, linear curve.  They crash to halts almost as soon as beginning, before picking themselves up and careering off in other, suddenly more exciting directions.  Then they bolt off somewhere new and elsewhere entirely.  Twin guitars springboard around each other in full atonal axe mode, while the drummer seems to be on the verge of constantly exploding at his kit. 

William Douglas launches his new album KLAUS

Over the last few years the rare and rising talent of local musician William Douglas has gradually but firmly imprinted itself on the consciousness of the Edinburgh music scene. Accompanied by his motley crew The Wheel, he’s built up a loyal and growing fanbase warming to his unique take on 60’s inspired folk, pop and rock. With a second album visible on the near horizon, this prolific singer songwriter is clearly on the ascendant.

RSNO The Great Concertos: Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto Review

The prospect of a rousing overture, the return of a brilliant young French violinist and a favourite symphony had most of the seats in the Usher Hall filled. The Royal Scottish National Orchestra was back under the command of its Music Director, Stéphane Denève, who had been conducting in North America for a few weeks. His exuberant talent of welcome and brief introduction to the music ahead was again clearly appreciated.

RSNO Sir Roger Norrington Conducts Beethoven and Schumann Review

Vibrato was forbidden and the orchestra repositioned because, for this concert, Sir Roger Norrington was very much in charge.   Speaking beforehand a double bassist who has been in the orchestra since 1974 said it had been one of the most interesting weeks of concert preparation in all his 35 years.

Review: Alec Empire, 22 November 2009

The GRV is a mass of piercings and blackness, awash with Edinburgh’s punk-goth contingency in varying stages of inebriation.  Dry ice billows around the room, sweetly licking one’s nostrils.  The air feels ripe with anticipation.  But there is tension also.  Curfew time is ticking ever closer and all we see is a prolonged technical display involving a disgruntled roadie wrestling with stubborn microphones.