Big Big Train performing the song Victorian Brickwork from one of the sold out shows at Kings Place, London in August.
Nobody else captures the spirit of 1970s progressive rock quite as well as Big Big Train, with music steeped in English landscapes and history. As the above recording shows, what had once been a purely studio-based project has become a stunning live band.
Panic Room are back on the road in October with a seven-date tour taking in London, Southampton, Tavistock, Cambridge, Birmingham, Carlisle and Edinburgh. Full details on Tours page of the Panic Room website.
As with the Spring tour, they’re going to be their own support act. The shows will consist of an acoustic set featuring their new unplugged album “Essence” followed by a headline-length electric set.
With new guitarist Dave Foster the spring tour produced some stunning gigs. These Autumn dates are not to be missed!
We are sorry to announce that Morpheus Rising has parted company with guitarist Daymo Sweeting. Daymo was a part of the band almost from the very start and we are immensely grateful for everything he contributed to the band over the years. Personal differences in recent months have unfortunately led to a parting of the ways. We wish Daymo well, and every success in the future.
Meantime, we are concentrating on creating MR3 – and initial ideas and song roughs are already sounding very exciting, though there is some way to go yet! We’ll keep you posted on progress – and on the vacancy stage right – as we have more news!
Damien is an extremely talented musician whose pyrotechnic guitar work perfectly complemented Pete Harwood’s understated melodic playing, and made a huge contribution to the band’s twin guitar sound. He will be a very hard act to follow.
Lemmy walked offstage mid-song; a fan-filmed video caught him saying it— ”I can’t do it”—before he shuffles off, slowly, painfully, with the help of the cane he’s recently started using. The crowd, stunned, quickly regained its composure and began cheering—not heckling, cheering—for him. A chant rippled through the venue—”We love you! We love you!”—in a display of solidarity and communal support that could bring even the most hardened metal veteran to tears. After a few moments, the 69-year-old frontman reappeared, and grabbed the mic. ”I would love to play for you, but I can’t. Please accept my apologies. Next time, alright?”
And of course they accepted. A friend who was there told me that the crowd was sad—he mentioned seing fans weeping afterwards—but “very understanding,” and I’m not surprised. No Motörhead fan—or metal fan in general—could have stood there and watched the great man falter like that, and then reacted any other way.
Lemmy is the embodiment of the spirif of rock’n'roll. If he was an In Nomine character, he’s be word-bound, and I’ll leave you to decide if he’s angel, demon or something else. But in the real world, even gods are mortal.
After releasing such a blistering new album, it’s sad so see Lemmy’s increasingly frail health catch up with him, and it’s time to hang up his Rickenbacker. As the linked article says, it’s killing us to watch him die.