Newcastle were playing Sunderland in Newcastle so I decided a visit to the Jazz Café which is situated precariously close to St Jame's Park would be unwise. Instead I opted for the Maggi Bank where No Time For Jive were playing Chicago Blues.
This was rivetting (as in shipyards) my baby done me wrong music that kept the feet tapping and the hands clapping as the sagas of unrequited love poured out.
Brian Lynam, looking cool in a pale suit with 3 buttoned jacket and a windsor knotted red and yellow striped tie complete with gold pin, is one wild harpist bending, chording, growling and producing unbelievable sounds from an 8 hole vamper or a 12 hole chromatic. Scotswood Slim, as he is also known, hollers the blues like as though he was born on North Clark Street.
On bass, Beefy Le Slap also shouted some blues as well as slapping the guts out of an unusual bull fiddle (really wide f holes).
Guitarist Pete thrashed out the twelves in every conceivable form and did everything but duckwalk a la Chuck.
On drums, Nat The Shuffle kept it all pulsating and never, noticeably, missed a beat.
This is a band that has got it all together.
Lance.
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