About the photos...
Actually, these photos are all pretty crap.
Excuses are plenty, but that doesn't cut the mustard with me. I should be able to take at least one decent photo out of 50-odd!
Gratuitous ass shot!
Little Barrie
The Roadhouse
Manchester
15th February 2007
Setlist: Pin That Badge / Baling Out / Greener Pastures / Cash In / Pretty Pictures / Why Don’t You Do It? / Burned Out / Green Eyed Fool / Long Hair / Love You / Pay To Join // Just Wanna Play / Free Salute
Just a couple of months ago, I saw Little Barrie play the Roadhouse and was totally bowled over not just by their musical dexterity and proficiency, but also by the quality of their original material. For a group of such young people this is quite an achievement; I’m not easy to impress. Personally, I have a theory about it. I call it ‘The Inverse Blues Traveler Effect’.
What the bloody hell is the old fart on about? I hear you cry (I may be old and my body may be failing me in many ways, but my vision and hearing are fantastic). Let me explain - and, no, this is not a shameless ploy to pad out the review; not completely, at any rate, well, maybe a little bit, in fact, there is an old Chinese Proverb that says: Digression is good…
Anyhoo, a few years back, probably before most of you young whippersnappers reading this were even a stain on your Daddy’s Y-fronts, a bunch of not particularly young, or attractive, but very talented musicians called Blues Traveler hit the rock scene with a rather catchy little ditty entitled Runaway. Now, because they were neither young nor good looking, they promoted it using a video. In the video, the music is theirs but the ‘performers’ are all young, thrusting, vibrant young men with long hair, tiny waists, firm butts and well-filled trouser frontages. As the video nears its end, you see the young band on the stage, with the raddled oldies behind the back line, and you realise that these old duffers are the real band. You get my drift yet?
Give me an Etch-A-Sketch and I’ll draw you a diagram…
The InverseBlues Traveler Effect?
What do they teach you in school these days? Sheesh!
OK. For all of you A* GCSE students out there, my contention is this:
At any Little Barrie gig, if you sneak around the back of the stage you will find a bunch of grizzled, gnarled, ugly, hairy, sweaty, rock ‘n’ roll veterans playing the music. Little Barrie just mime.
Really, I see no other explanation for it.
I have searched extensively for other possible explanations and, according to everything I know, mostly gleaned from old black and white Sherlock Holmes movies starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce, no matter how implausible the possibility, once you have eliminated the impossible, what remains is the only sensible explanation as to how Little Barrie are so Goddamned amazing.
I mean, consider the alternative: Little Barrie are for real.
So, the top ten explanations for the existence of Little Barrie are:
1. Mime job
2. Supermarionation puppets
3. Holograms
4. Animatronics
5. Ghosts
6. Figments of my imagination
7. I’m asleep and it’s all a dream
8. I’m stoned and skipping the light fandango
9. I imagined it all
10. Aliens
So, you see, with all of the evidence arrayed thusly, I can conclusively prove that, without a shadow of a doubt, Little Barrie mime to a live backing track. QED. Mind you, puppets was a close thing and I did have eternal youth potion in there at one point, but discounted it as being a ridiculous idea.
I’m glad I got that off my chest.
Mark L. Potts
The God of Thunder
29th October 2006
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