Last Friday night I encountered The Rolled Notes for a second time. Rocked so hard when first I saw this Glaswegian trio of blues and freak-beat firebrands I was inspired to write a short piece devoted to the performance. I passed this review along to a friend and spinning as it wills the Universe's synchronicity had her turn up at the pub several weeks later with their name on a flyer for the inaugural Club Whip-Lash at Brixton's Veg Bar, and we both happened to have the night off.
The show was in the basement below the restaurant, a neon lit bar, bare walls and a low ceiling, the sort of place you 'use the tip of your boot if you have to touch a plug socket' I overheard one of the band advising his mate. The perfect setting for the 60's garage all vinyl soundtrack and The Rolled Notes, incongruously first-up on the bill for some reason or is the world truly upside down. Incendiary from the outset lead-man Kevin Smith's sharp and fast paced flamboyance on the guitar had the place shaking. Together with his spider fingered bass Campbell Linsay playing tight Cramps rock rhythms like a top-down hot-rod ride on the esplanade, surfboards in the back seat; and hard hitting drummer Colin Gordon, a metronome on old fashioned trucker speed keeping time in the centre of the guitarist's firey-loops and silver-flashes that never let-up. Toward the end of the set the song Mother Teresa lyrically characterised the extravagant attitude of their sound, fore you certainly will not catch these three in anyone else's 'slipstream'.
There were murmurs on the night The Rolled Notes might be putting together a club show of their own in the near future, I
can only hope this comes to fruition and I have the night off again...