Word reached the Bluesbunny's ears of an End of the Month Club hosted by Bozilla at the 13th Note in Glasgow. As this month's event would feature live appearances by both Leigh Myles and Lux then it is seemed that a review would be the decent thing to do. The 13th Note also sells a very decent pint of Guinness so it was not difficult to persuade a reviewer of the sense of this action.
First off, what is a Bozilla? It would appear that a Bozilla is a chubby chap with a downright twisted sense of humour as the evening started with a musical obituary column. These bizarre half shouted, half rapped tributes to recently dead (and previously famous) people like Arthur C Clarke were delivered by this karaoke crazed madman to a backdrop of mashed up visuals. As for "Fishy Fingers", well, I'm not explaining that one to grandma!
Bluesbunny has a drink in his hand, Leigh Myles is on stage. There seems to be a natural sense of balance in that. Now, a fair amount of time - about a year actually - has passed since Bluesbunny last heard Ms Myles perform. She is still doing that ambient/electronica thing with her music but seems altogether more confident now. Starting off with "Take What You Are Given", Ms Myles and her two cohorts take us on a ride through the city at night. A ride in something classy like an Audi RS4. Maybe it is the electronically created rhythms but there was a sort of hypnotic effect to her songs a bit like you were falling under an enchantment. The human element was still there throughout and "Hold Your Fire" was performed with real emotion. Even though the Bluesbunny has an inherent suspicion of all forms of digital technology, this was an enjoyable set and with a little more decadence, Ms Myles could turn herself into a diva. Popular with the audience too.
Now we come to Lux. They hit hard like a battery powered funk band. A lot of batteries as they picked up the pace and just refused to stop for neither breath nor recharge. You can just feel the anger and frustration in Gerry's half spoken vocals (was going to say rapped but we don't like rap) and this is complemented by Saskia's soaring, passionate voice. The earth shattering beat pounds at you and makes you try to dance away the emptiness of your life. This is more than just dance music though. Lyrically, this band is sharp as they come and have no problem getting their point across. Again, despite the electronic bit (think it is called programming), Bluesbunny has to admit that this was a storming live set with "Nights Not Over" throwing us unceremoniously out the door. This band sound like the Black Diamond Heavies would sound if they had been brought up in a damp tenement flat instead of a log cabin.
Time to go home. Time to go home. Zebedee says it is time to go home. Actually it was just curfew time but the Guinness had been going down well. So let us make time once more for chicken pakora. Lest the Bluesbunny forgets, compliments to the sound guy as well for doing a fine job tonight.