Warming us up for the main act - we were treated to a band called Mariachi El Bronx (formerly called The Bronx) who strode on stage like a bunch of proud Mexican cowboys, with a flavour of The Gypsy Kings all the way from
Mariachi is a genre of music originating from Mexico, incorporating violins, trumpets, acoustic guitar, a vihuela, guitarrón, occasionally harp. brass, wind, and percussion instruments. The singer dedicated a song to all the coke heads in the crowd – their songs deal with outsiders with songs like 'Cellmates, 'My Brother The Gun 'Clown Powder' and 'knifeman'. Matt Caughthran the singer, made no bones about loving the city of M
Here's my video from the night- with a long chat to the audience, a wonderful rapport. It's hard to believe these guys also deliver hardcore punk.
We didn’t have too long to wait before Gogol Bordello bounded onto the stage, one by one. The crowd went mental as they burst into a track from their album "Super Taranta!" - ‘Ultimate’. Dressed in a combination of wayward ragamuffin, punk, gypsy's – lock up your daughters and run for the hills. These guys looked set to rape and pillage
Gogol Bordello are:Eugene Hütz - Vocals, Oren Kaplan - Guitar, Sergey Ryabtsev - Violin, Yuri Lemeshev - Accordion, Elizabeth Sun - Percussion, dance, Thomas 'Tommy T' Gobena - Bass, Pedro Erazo - Percussion, MC, Oliver Charles - Drums.
The band from the word go, are high energy, dramatic and give a performance which remained faultless, racing around at the speed of light. No one can accuse them of not giving out a good time to one and all, this crazy bunch know how to fucking party!! The band obviously get a real buzz out of the audiences reaction, which fires them off to produce such a frenetic pace. It almost feels like your in a Romany gypsy gathering, expecting to get snatched out of the audience at any given moment and invited to dance alongside. During the more danceable tracks such as 'Pala Tute' the audience went bananas, hands flaying over head and dancing around like wild beasts. Me? - I couldn't move a muscle, I got head butted, hair pulled, squashed against the barrier and water flung over me. I scanned the crowd behind me, many faces were transfixed with expressions of psychotic proportions. Such is the power of GB! No wonder their shows are always sold out.
I was locked in a position I couldn’t move, let alone breathe at times, it’s hardly surprising I managed any photos at all. Regardless of my situation I endeavoured to continue clicking on the shutter, but failed to capture a single video. During 'Start Wearing Purple' again it kicked off, with frenzied singing from the crowd, guys dragged out overhead, swaying and dancing. At one point in the proceedings Pedro was so overcome by the enthusiasm he threw his drum out into the throng, he then dived headlong into the sweating masses, carried along for a while. 'Immigraniada' was another as the song said - "we are coming rougher everytime"- and the crowd followed suit!
They returned for an encore bringing a much slower pace with tracks from the new album 'Trans - Continental Hustle' - with 'Sun Is On My Side' Eugene on top form, showing his gentler side, with Parisian strains of the accordion, but then burst into 'Trans - Continental Hustle', culminating in the sensual cords of 'Baro Foro' from their album 'Multi Kontra Culti vs. Irony' (interestingly I heard it described as a musical orgasm).
This has to be the best that
Here's a taste of Gogol Bordello, a recent tame Jools Holland performance (don't be fooled by this exhibition, these guys are fierce live)
Review/photos by Mel- more photos here on Flickr