Folk-tinged shanty-pop

Trying to pigeon hole hundreds of acts is never going to be easy and the Festival programme got it wrong as often as it got it right but by labelling Peggy Sue and the Pirates (there is only two of them, work that one out!) ‘folk-tinged shanty-pop’, whatever that means it sounds pretty near to the mark on this occasion.

The howling and screeching of both voices shouldn’t have been beautiful, but it was. The bass driven acoustic guitar was messy at times but brilliant and endearing. The swapping of instruments, critiquing of each others style and sarcastic wit were charming in every way.

The harmonies were tricky and every song had a vocal intro to completely outdo ‘Hounds of Love’ with modern references and narcissistic lyrics, marching rhythms and enough soul to fill the Motown Hits album you were going to get your mum for her birthday.

There just aren’t enough words to describe how this aural assault which is so ramshackle and DIY and has no right to be the best thing you’ve heard in ages, but bloody well is. When this terrific twosome decided to call themselves pirates there could not have been any telling that the music they would make together would embody such a loveable rogue.

First single ‘Television’ and ‘Spare Parts’ are two examples of the rawest indie-soul you’ll hear this year and I would honestly recommend just for the stage act, which bizarrely is clearly not an act, if not the singing as well that you trying and catch a listen to some of the gems these two friends are in the business of making. They are living a dream that many people have tried.

Moved away met, someone with similar interest formed a band, only their story doesn’t stop at the point where both friends want to sing and no one can find a drummer. These two are doing things their own way and having fun doing it. Their gig at the Old Market on Friday night was appreciated by everyone that saw it, only there wasn’t nearly enough people there. First up at a big venue halfway out of town in support of three bands whose sound was similar to each others but completely alien to ‘Peggy Sue…’ did nobody any favours.

There just wasn’t enough people in the room to hear the delights of ‘clockwork’ and a stomping soul number which I think is called ‘Linzi Dawson this song is not about you but will you still be our friend?’.

Sometimes keeping it simple, but original and doing that well is the best you could possibly hope for. Here, it works a treat.

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