Wednesday 18 June 2008

How to get a Whale out of a pigeon-hole


How to get a Whale out of a pigeon-hole

Noah and the Whale. They’re a folk band, right? All tweed and fiddles with twee little fiddly bits. “We want to get to a point where people are so confused about what we are that we can’t be pigeon-holed,” claims Charlie Fink, leader of this bespoke, ramshackle contradiction of a group. “I don’t know what kind of band we are, so how does anybody else?” Ah. Well, they’re Laura Marling’s side project then. No? “Earlier, a journalist said to me: ‘You’re album Alas, I Cannot Swim just came out, how does it feel?’ Sorry, that’s Laura’s album. We’re a separate band. Obviously that annoyed me.”

Right, let’s start with what we do know then. Noah and the Whale are a London collective who sing songs about death and love and time and just when you think they’re taking themselves far too seriously, they throw in a Temptations cover. Charlie, fresh from a UK headline tour, explains their sound. “It’s strange. I feel like our sets should be split in half sometimes,” he murmurs, eloquent but understated. “People latch on to the upbeat parts, but there’s lots more to us than that. Sometimes we’re a party for the uninvited, a celebration of loneliness.”

Charlie revels in these oppositions, happy to teeter on the peripherals of pop but still cite Bonnie 'Prince' Billy as a major reference point. “I think where we take our influences from gives us more options and more depth,” he asserts. “Now is the best time ever to be making music. As an industry now, because of the internet, Myspace, blah blah blah. But, creatively, the main thing is the hindsight we have now. All these incredible artists to influence us, all the things you can do with sound now, it’s quicker and better.

This is not a modern band, yet they could only exist in the current musical climate, breathing in contemporary issues but telling tales of old-fashioned romanticism and hazy detachment. “A lot of this social commentary stuff doesn’t appeal to me, but I understand where it comes from. For example, I think Jamie T is a brilliant lyricist. What we do is different though. I don’t think either has more relevance than the other, but I could never imagine myself writing songs like that, or wanting to.”

Regardless, an ability to connect with a modern audience is definitely present. “Half the energy is from the band, half is from the crowd, one doesn’t come without the other,” he explains. “If we’re ever feeling dead, sometimes the crowd will get energy from nowhere and lift us.” Live listeners range from ragged old men shuffling in the corners to starry-eyed girls and boys staring at Charlie’s vulnerable virtuosity. He’s all eye contact, a shy, secret showman quietly itching for attention.

The same stumbling articulacy of tracks like ‘Mary’ and ‘Rocks and Daggers’ is present in each stammered, considered answer. He’s keen to stress Noah and the Whale are a band not a vehicle for his own ambitions. “I don’t know if I’d go solo. The best thing about the band is I feel we could take it wherever we want, and they share my vision. I don’t think we ever want to tie ourselves down to any direction or decision.”

An ambiguity to concrete resolutions surfaces again when Laura Marling’s departure from the band inevitably crops up. “I think she’s played her last show with us, but I don’t want to make it too formal.” Slow Club singer Rebecca and Soko have been filling in, but there are no plans to replace Marling, who is achieving considerable praise as a solo artist. “I’m very proud of her; it gives me great joy to see how well she’s doing. As long as people understand that what each of us do are different and valuable things.”

Charlie and Laura seem inextricably linked, the former even producing the latter’s album. “Obviously we’re both heavily involved in each others projects, but it’s important for both of us that they’re kept separate. The album is finished now with Laura on it. I feel that chapter is done, we’ve achieved what we’ve wanted from that,” he states, with finality. “The next move for us might not even require her. I want to let things evolve naturally, see what happens.”

Yes, but most singers say that and are actually plotting a Borrell-esque attempt to become Sting before they hit 30. Charlie disagrees. “It honestly doesn’t bother me how well our songs do. Our ambitions are artistic, not commercial; every band needs to evolve constantly.” Considering they recorded a punk album recently for no particular reason, his declaration is probably sincere. “We always try new arrangements; otherwise you’ll lose the passion or the drive. If you want to be an artist you have to challenge yourself and your audience.

But with people used to the likes of next single ‘Five Years Time’, a flowery pop gem as joyous as it is throwaway, how can all this talk of artistic merit be justified? “That’s just one side of us that people pick up on. But it’s so refreshing to do things differently, when nobody expects it.”

Let’s face it though, Noah and the Whale aren’t Radiohead, if they withdraw into obscure genres and experimentation, the fans won’t follow. “Sure, if we change too much, it’s a risk we will lose what people like about us now. But it’s very weak to pander to anyone.” The irony of this admirable statement isn’t lost as he’s ordered by to run off to soundcheck.

However, the unique position of the band is clear. “This summer, we’re doing Lollapalooza, then heading straight to Cambridge Folk Festival. To have that range, it’s a brilliant and rare position to be in.” They’re just big enough to grasp such opportunities, eclectic and talented enough to pull them off and still small enough to do what the hell they like. It’s very difficult to pigeon-hole that.

Saturday 14 June 2008

Laura Marling Live


Laura Marling
St. James’ Church, London
Wednesday 11th June 2008



This whole playing in a church idea is fraught with some major problems. Creating an atmosphere resembling a standard gig is not only difficult, it almost feels wrong. The acoustics, as The Arcade Fire found last year, can be pretty dreadful. There is no bar. Plus, nobody goes to church these days, do they?

It appears they do if Laura Marling is around. In this resplendent setting, she glows with youthful vitality and distinctive tones. The peculiar Piccadilly setting is full hours in advance, with Marling flittering around the pulpit and people settling in the pews which line the hall. Arriving in front of the seated audience, she begins with a soft murmur through ‘Shine’. It’s playful, but delivered with purpose, each syllable concentrated.

Soon, her band joins her up front and she visibly alters, at ease with the physical support of her accomplished company. A few numbers pass uneventfully, competent yet uninspired. ‘My Manic and I’, played suitably subtly yet prickly enough to build a welcome tension, raises the intensity. At her best when not entirely comfortable, she mistakenly repeats a verse here, but remains viscerally in control.

Songs from debut album ‘Alas, I Cannot Swim’ dominate the set, with new tracks ‘Blackberry Stone’ and ‘Rebecca’ breaking the show up, the latter a startlingly simplistic acoustic lullaby. However, older tracks from previous EPs remain highlights, notably a spine-tingling ‘Night Terror’, its violin piercing through the wall of beautifully gloomy lyricism, conjuring a rich, sorrowful sound.





















The building, built by Sir Christopher Wren no less, adds to the misty romanticism of Marling’s craft, its high golden arches and intimate quirkiness ideally blending with her soft strumming style. The sound is stunted when sat in the sides beneath low ceilings, but if positioned on the balcony or centrally, it soars with echoic resonance and archaic significance. ‘Old Stone’ benefits from this powerful clarity, Marling’s petite but captivating voice filling the venue and fulfilling the absorbed onlookers.

There is a distinct sense that Marling desperately wants to be, and succeeds in being, different from the hordes of other young, female songwriters. Sure, she’s giggly and nervous, and her songs consist almost solely of laments to loves lost or labouring. But there’s substance; this isn’t primarily crowd-pleasing stuff, it’s resolute, tinged with darkness and reality.

Moving in a more standard direction is a possibility, as the joyful shanty sing-along encore illustrates. All the same, new single ‘Cross Your Fingers’ has a few too many death references to interest Duffy fans, despite its twinkling pop sentiments. She still stubbornly refuses to play the much-lauded ‘New Romantic’, but the set is memorable enough to convert those inside the church to her charming talent, if nothing more spiritual.

Saturday 7 June 2008

Noah & The Whale and Soko Live

Noah And The Whale, Soko
Scala, London
Wednesday 4th July 2008


Believe it or not, but a folk band could be about to get big. Noah and the Whale not only pack out this ample venue, they fill it with more woozy, swaying fun than can rightly be expected from a band that just lost their most-lauded member.

Tonight, Noah are sans-Marling, but another sprightly songstress is here. French performer Soko has garnered a sizeable reputation with some teasing, petite performances of late. Her formula of Parisian cutesy-pie unawareness mixed with endearingly raw songwriting raises smiles, despite dreadful guitar playing.

However, having gone about half hour playing novelty songs like ‘Peanut Butter’ – guess what that one’s about - she is joined by Peggy Sue & The Pirates’ Katy Klaw who is asked to meow like a cat for an entire track. While attempting to be kitsch, it’s just plain atrocious.

Just in case she seems too sweet and innocent, a song called ‘My Wet Dreams’ is chucked in. The audience laughs, but the musical merit of the show is non-existent. Most exasperatingly, she ends with ‘I Will Never Love You More’, a wonderfully candid, thoughtful lullaby. It utterly outshines the rest of the shambolic set, leaving many wistful wonders of what might have been.

Though the crowd lap up Soko’s gimmicky dross, when Noah arrive onstage it only takes a few notes of Charlie Fink’s yawning, yearning voice to improve things considerably. They play ‘Mary’ early, its balancing beam of lovelorn pondering and fiddle jiggery an uplifting sign of the set’s direction.

There are slow, solicitous songs of brooding hopefulness, like ‘Two Bodies One Heart’ and ‘Peaceful’; then there are jumpy, joyous numbers like ‘Five Years Time’. Often, they flit between the former and the latter in a matter of syllables, such as on new single ‘Shape of My Heart’, a delicately poised blend of lyrical perturbation and harmonious elevation. They are assertively delivered, the seven-piece clearly elated at the reception they receive, with coy little dance routines even springing up in the audience.

Without Laura Marling, Slow Club’s Rebecca fills in, but fails to make much of an impression, flittering uncertainly in the background. Still, Charlie’s piercing stare and sensitive strumming hold the attention, while even a replacement drummer cannot deflect from the taut togetherness of the group.

Nevertheless, meaningful this isn’t. While the lyrics have poetic leanings and the music lofty aspirations, some songs are pure throwaway pop. The choice of covering The Temptations’ ‘Don’t Look Back’ typifies this; it’s a jubilantly played, bubblegum moment. They are lured back for two encores of toe-tapping pleasure, even playing ‘Five Years Time’ again with a cut of The Drifters’ ‘Sweets For My Sweet’ tagged on the end. Despite the fiddle and fiddly arrangements, Noah and the Whale are no folk band. Just clean good fun.