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Lee Fisher enjoys a night of cowpunk and twangy surf tinges courtesy of Jenny Don’t & The Spurs
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Jack Browning kicked things off tonight, in a comfortably busy Globe, a decent singer/songwriter with a strong voice and a warm presence. There are bluesy touches to his country, and he finished with John Prine’s magnificent Pretty Good, but he doesn’t quite have the material of his own to stand out from a packed crowd.
Who knew that in his extensive portfolio of projects, Flyin’ Brian had a shitkicking barroom boogie band? While still instantly recognisable as the work of the man from The Moron-O-Phonics, Shank & The Shivs etc, there are enough Skynyrd riffs, Thin Lizzy flourishes and songs about women called Loretta in The Country Irregulars’ set to shift things from Gateshead to Galveston. Musically, they’re one of his finest outfits too.
Jenny Don’t arrives from Oregon with her Spurs, a magnificent range of merch and a reputation as a strong live act. There were some sound problems (not the band’s fault) but they ploughed on with a strong set of cowpunk, with twangy surf tinges and a whole lotta Lee Hazlewood. Don’t is a charismatic frontwoman, the band are road-hardened and emphatic and at their best it reminded me of someone like Lydia Loveless. We got excellent covers of Your Cheatin’ Heart and Black Cadillac (penned by a relative of Jenny’s) and while they probably lack a few killer tunes, it was a fine night out.
