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Quireboys + Silverjet

Edinburgh Exchange, 19th June 2005

There's a limit to how many times I can review the Quireboys without getting boring, so let's keep this snappy, shall we? Short and sweet, like the up tempo, hard rocking set from Scottish band the Joshua Four (at least I think that's what they were called) which kicked off the proceedings. Or possibly even brief but entertaining, like the set from Sheffield country rockers Silverjet, whose bluesy brand of Deep South barroom metal came over like a cross between the Georgia Satellites and, um, the Quireboys. Nice cowboy hats anyway, even if the drummer was the scariest creature to get behind a kit since Animal.

So what of my beloved 'Boys then? Well, the absence of bassist Nigel Mogg and his Steven Tyler pout and retro Mick Jagger barnet was a bit of a disappointment to say the least, especially as they seem to have replaced him by a long lost cousin of the Kings of Leon. Nige was in LA apparently – what kind of excuse is that, then?

For the setlist, well, see my previous review really, as I don't think they've altered it much: 'Good To See Ya', 'The Finer Stuff', 'Hey You', 'Take Me Home', 'Misled', 'Sex Party' (a very stupid song, as I always have to point out) and many other songs about drinking and generally getting into trouble. Chuck in the usual phrases about snake-hipped, gravel-throated drunken frontmen and full on, fun time Stones/Faces style rock and there you have it, another Quireboys gig, another great night out in the company of British rock's most genuinely drunken, disorderly yet lovable rogues.

Because – and I've probably said it before, but it bears repeating – nobody takes the low rent rock'n'roll lifestyle as seriously as Oor Spike. Pick a favourite rock'n'roll cliché and the JD and coke swiggin', 100 tab a day smokin', cocaine snortin', tour bus livin', giggin', liggin' cocky Geordie Spike will live it for you. Think of it as a public service – Spike's still out there, living out our rock'n'roll dreams, so we don't have to. It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it…

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