Sunday, May 06, 2007

Doghouse Review

The Doghouse, Dundee, Saturday 28th April 2007

As the latest event in Red Stripe’s Bring it On Back series, Saturday found The View taking time out from converting the rest of the world to their rumbustious rock n roll rumblings to return home and perform back at their old stomping ground in Dundee to a rapturous rabble of their nearest and dearest.

Tickets for this homecoming gig at local pub The Doghouse, the band’s spiritual home and one-time practise room, were understandably like gold-dust. Allocated by the band, Red Stripe & Clash (as production and media partners for the show), it was always going to be a close knit evening and indeed it seemed that the whole of The View’s home area, Dryburgh, had come along for the party. With welcoming cans of Red Stripe handed out on entry, the family celebration vibe of the night was apparent from the word go, and rarely do you get to see a crowd so friendly.

Amidst the packed out Doghouse venue, after short opening sets by local bands Dave and Corellos, local five piece Luva Anna’s acoustic rock n roll really made a strong start to proceedings. Signed to local label 2 Thumbs, their sound brings to mind Elvis Costello running riot amidst a Dundee Derby. Good ole’ jangle pop is right at the heart of their music, Luva Anna are the opposite to the neon-clad scenesters making music to be forgotten as soon as it’s aired. A band to truly look out for.

Next up were homegrown rock n soul strummers, The Law, cited by The View as Dundee’s true greatest band. Bounding on with enough gusto to suggest their current LP recordings could rival their Dryburgh brethren, their debut single’Milk & Honey’ pushes the sweat drenched mass before them into overdrive, more than enough to invoke an onlooking Kieren View into bopping like a scalded chicken. The dance floor became a heaving mass of smiling faces and sweaty arms hugging and punching the air. Their support slot of The View’s tour has given them increased confidence and they sound bigger than ever, like an asbo-hungry Yardbirds barn-jamming above an inner city tower block. Bring on the album, that’s all we’re saying.

And so it is, after a hurricane year involving court appearances, pneumonia, a chart raping Debut LP and throwing up at award ceremonies, The View strut onstage to the kind of welcome which could deafen the most ardent of Slayer fans. As the last note of opener ‘Coming Down’ echoes around the hall things really erupt when they blast through lost Bayview classic ‘Screamin’ n
Shoutin’, pint tumblers fly skyward and the in-house camera crew begin to twitch nervously. Pig Latin junk anthem ‘Wasted Little DJ’s’ follows, each crowd member yelping out their own slightly off-kilter chorus of muddled vocab. The Wasted Little DJs themselves clamber on-stage for a jive, followed by emphatic synchronized stage dives.

Tonight’s faultless set is rewarded time and again by delirious fans, themselves now surging and surfing the waves above their sweating beaming and sweating heads, only too aware the View could sell out venues ten times this size. We get a super-rare live outing of ‘Face For The Radio’, the crowd joyously replacing lighters with Red Stripe cans, shouting every word back at Falconer in shoulder clambering abandon. ‘Grans For Tea’ sees Kieran take the lead, pummelling his fretboard and thwaking his boots against the monitors whilst lamenting urban isolation via a “mile long queue in the chipp-y”. Then, after a thunderous stomp through ‘Superstar Tradesman’, they
down tools and stroll off stage, sticking to their no-encore ethos. Encore or not, The View can dance into the night in the knowledge they’ve just played a sure-fire contender for gig of the year. Hats Off, indeed.

The world spanning tours and never-ending on road debauchery have truly galvanized and improved The View. From the affinity they have with their crowd here, to the throngs of worshippers in far off lands like Japan, you can tell that people realise the smiling scruffs in front of them truly are a special little band of brothers. And you can tell that those present tonight realised they’d witnessed something special, as they thanked Clash and the guys from Red Stripe and clamoured to say goodbye to their heroes who were immediately setting off on their new state of the art tour bus to Belfast.

I remember the last time I saw The View, one year ago. They were driving a Ford Transit, it¹s amazing what you can come back with when you bring it back home after a year like the View have just had.

Clash Magazine, 4th May 2007


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