Teenage Fanclub's recent run of shows where the band played a string of places that they had never played before has energised both band and fans - with many travelling to catch the Fanclub in small venues off the traditional tour circuit, or in unique places ... or in countries they had never played in before.
There was one venue I really fancied - The Devils Arse! How many times can you say you saw your favourite band in such a place?!
A long standing charity dinner engagement meant that I couldn't make it down to this particular show, but I was determined to publish a blog with the title Teenage Fanclub in The Devils Arse!
Thankfully, my friend Gill Ross, a lovely member of the Teenage Fanclub Fanclub, offered to write a guest blog and it is an absolute belter - funny, passionate and informative. I hope you enjoy it.
Look out for a guest blog on Teenage Fanclub's visit to Buenos Aires by Juan Marioni in the near future. The boys trip to Brazil and Argentina has looked incredible.
Teenage Fanclub, 29th August, Devils Arse, Castleton
Guest blog by Gill Ross
My favourite band. In a cave. There was absolutely no way I was missing this ! Peak Cavern aka the Devils Arse is in the chocolate box village of Castleton in the PeakDistrict. It boasts the largest cave entrance in Britian at 20 meters high, 35 meters wide and 100 meters long, which makes it an ideal place to hold a concert. The name ‘The Devils Arse’ originates from the flatulent sounding noise the cave makes when flood water drains from it. It was allegedly renamed ‘Peak Cavern’ to spare Queen Victoria’s blushes on a visit in 1842 although its believed she didn’t visit in the end. She missed out. Maybe she would have been tempted if a gig was on.
Photo - Mick Rhodes
After an epic 6 hour drive, the dog and I went on stretch our legs on a wee recce. Having located the cave, we headed back to our hotel, bumping into the boys, who were on their way to sound check. There was concern on Facebook, after a picture was posted showing the gear being transported up in a buggy (no roads up) that Norman had entrusted his ’60 Jag to the buggy. He was carrying his guitar when we met him, so no, he didn’t. Phew.
When I arrived at the cave later, the support, Selma French, had already started. Normally this would have annoyed me but, on this occasion it turned out to be a blessing. As I was walking towards the cave the most glorious sound greeted me. Gorgeous vocals, which got louder, richer and more intense as I neared the cave entrance. I was in love with the gig before I even got inside. It was simply heavenly and to experience that moment, for once, I was glad I was running late.
Photo - Mike Turner
The capacity of the venue is 600 but it didn’t feel like that inside, despite being sold out. The floor is split level, I guess you get what you’re given with a cave. Norman commented it was very disconcerting to have an audience on two levels.
There was a slight slope backward on the lower level so as a pint-sized fan, the choice of spot was critical. I did about a third of the gig quite near the front but played dodge the tall peeps for a view of Norman or Raymond, but not both and then retreated to the back where I would see the whole stage minus Dave.
Photo - Steve Tamburello
After much anticipation from a friendly but hyped-up crowd, the boys came on and kicked off with Foreign Land. I’m not even sure I took it all in. The sound was sensational. Enriched. Magical. Like nothing I had ever heard before. No echo.
Hearing the Fanclub play always makes me smile but this was different. It felt like a privilege. I stood with a massive grin on my face, big enough to rival Norman’s. The lads followed the opener with About You. Raymond was in fine voice and the harmonies were enchanting.
Photo by Mike Turner
Next up was Tired of Being Alone. It had a beautiful softness, intensified by the cave acoustics. Soothing to the overstimulated fan ! Then, I Don’t Want Control of You, equally scrumptious classic, with the boys nailing the much loved key change. Norman beamed and commented ‘Not all bands do key changes, we just do the one!’ And a joyous one it is.
This was followed up with Everything is Falling Apart and Alcoholiday. Call me old school but this song is absolute class and particularly in a cave, I defy anyone to disagree. Norman made a joke that the band were sponsored by Specsavers. To be fair, this applies to a fair whack of the audience. There is a wave of fully sighted, young fans coming through, which is nice to see.
I was utterly blown away by how good Did I Say sounded. Just stunning and potentially my favourite moment of any Fanclub gig ever (and there’s been a few to choose from) . I’m not even sure I have the words to describe just how magical it sounded. I could have gone home then and been happy.
That sublime moment was followed up by 120 Minutes. The boys knew what they were doing when they put this set list together. Chill time over, they bounced into What You Do To Me, joyful as ever, with Norman joking afterwards that if you liked that song and wanted to find it on Spotify then it was called ‘What You Do To Me’.
Photo by Mick Rhodes
The intro to Falling into the Sun was perfectly suited to the acoustics. It’s at this point, I begin to wonder if this is the pinnacle of Fanclub gigs and that every other future gig will only be ‘nearly as good as the Devils Arse’ The boys start Neil Jung and this did not help my concerns one bit. So phenomenal, that in its honour, I shall henceforth be known as Gil.
Francis was perfection on the drums (as was the case all night). Outstanding. Sublime, which continued into The Word’ll Be OK prior to ramping it back up for I’m in Love (and by then we absolutely all were), Come With Me, soft, rich, melodic beauty was the perfect penultimate song prior to a crowd in fine form all letting their hair down, and singing and bouncing to The Concept.
Photo by Steve Tamburello
Norman warned us that there was only one way out, so if we didn’t leave, they would have to do an encore. There was no way anyone was leaving. The encore started with a delightful rendition of Back In The Day, which is still lingering around in my head. Metal Baby was next up and what a treat. I should listen to it more often as it a cracker of a tune. I maybe over played it in my teenage years…… It was well received by the crowd, who were perhaps thinking the same thing.
The Middle of My Mind was a beautiful choice prior to Norman introducing Everything Flows, ‘It was our first single, it still is’ No one ever gets tired of Normans banter. So, as always, Everything Flows brought an utterly enchanting and magical show to an end. Just as good as the first time I ever heard it.
And in case anyone is concerned that no future gig will be as good and I have ruined my future enjoyment of my favourite band, I went to see them in Holmfirth the following night and they knocked it out the park. The boys never disappoint.
Photo (above) by Steve Tamburello
Photo (below) by Richard Morton
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