By Susan Bennett
Billed as a 'fusion of local musicians, performance art and songs... a night where anything goes' DaDaNoise took over The Bluecoat, Liverpool on 28 November 2009.
It was intimate group which gathered at the Bluecoat in Liverpool to see a 'brand spanking, new shiny night’ with Leigh Stirling, Mat Fraser, Aaron Williamson and Katherine Araniello. MC’d with animation, exuberance and clear delight by Ruth Gould, Creative Producer for Dadafest 2009, the night showcased very different approaches to 'noise,' DaDa-style!
The firm favourite for me was the exquisite guitar playing of Leigh Stirling. It was my first experience of the incredible sounds – noise is definitely not the right word – that Leigh produces from his guitar. Spanish classical, folksy or blues he doubled the treat with his clever lyrics and parody of well known tunes. It was fortunate that sheets with the words were provided as caught up in the music as you were, it was easy to miss the gems.
Like the terrors of: The Cripple –‘He might have hung me on the spot, maybe a gun or garrot’ and The Blind Man who ‘Might have stabbed me with his stick, or some other evil trick.’ – great stuff.
And another heartfelt series of verse, which you have to hear enunciated with Leigh’s precise diction to appreciate: ‘You irritate me, beyond measure! You exasperate me, with your special needs….’
The best was ‘Nightmare Street.’ A long piece, Leigh used it to show his versatility. It had everything from great reverberation, sliding notes which you felt through the table and the floor to intricate Spanish classical guitar technique. Then it drifted into almost sitar sounds, then quickly in using the guitar as a percussive instrument to thump a rhythm. Finally, a segue in flamenco and back to the bluesy theme. It was magnificent!
Leigh is a hard act to follow but Mat Fraser rose to the occasion with his big band show songs, gleaming in the spotlight in his brilliant grey, shiny hand stitched suit, certainly tried. Mat has been a drummer and rapper, a TV presenter and a voiceover artist.
He's also got a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. He's now best known as an actor on stage, film and television (he is currently playing Will in Channel 4's Cast Offs) and presents the Ouch Podcast - but sure can sing.
His finale was ‘Cripples at Christmas’ which said it all for the typical smooch, smaltzy insincere platitudes of Christmas songs the world over. Very clever.
The last act was the duo who call themselves the Disabled Avant Garde: Katherine Araniello and Aaron Williamson, (of Barrier Man fame from Dadafest 2008). However, I doubt you would have recognised either of them in this act!
Aaron was painted, wigged and topped with a two horn Viking helmet and black cavernous robes. Katherine was a fearsome Goth with spider black eyes and a princess crown. Theirs was the NOISE advertised in the evening’s event.
Loud, brash, discordant to a painful degree, the clash of sight, sound and understanding was like an assault. It lambasted the silly songs people in day centres and institutions are ‘enabled’ to sing. Think Les Dawson meets Heavy Rock. Everything from a strangulated ‘Kumbaya’ to ‘Mary had a little lamb’. And once the signer joined in with his whole body interpretation of ‘The Wheels on the Bus go round and round.’ People were heaving with laughter.
I loved the tall woman in plain clothes who came to the side of the stage to play some tambourine. If you remember Hilda Baker and Cynthia back many years ago, picture Cynthia and you have the tambourine player exactly.
Dumb, bored, listless then suddenly jerking to cheerily enthusiastic attention with patronising smile. She laboured her way through the act, looking at her watch and nipping out once or twice - probably for a fag.
But there is no getting away from the fact that while the audience might have loved it, I hated the last act. They were making a legitimate point, but spending half an hour repeatedly shrieking different songs didn’t do the message or the skill of the artists any justice.
What could have been just a hilarious single item in a class act, simply became over-laboured and excruciating.