{"id":8161,"date":"2012-08-22T20:03:48","date_gmt":"2012-08-22T19:03:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=8161"},"modified":"2012-08-27T21:19:28","modified_gmt":"2012-08-27T20:19:28","slug":"celebrating-the-passing-of-musical-friends-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=8161","title":{"rendered":"Celebrating the passing of musical friends #2"},"content":{"rendered":"

I fell across The Razorbax<\/strong> in a grotty little rock venue in the centre of Birmingham, five-six years ago.<\/p>\n

It was a grim, sticky-floored, unpromising hall, with a damp, oppressive atmosphere.<\/p>\n

As is all too common on these ‘pop in on spec’ missions, I quickly developed a set of low expectations.<\/p>\n

The band straggled on to the stage and began their tune-up\/warm-up routine, which included just the opening bars of The Enemy’s ‘We’ll Live And Die In These Towns’.<\/p>\n

That got my attention; I like that song! The opening was so faithfully delivered that I hoped we’d get an evening of decently performed covers.<\/p>\n

No.<\/p>\n

Those few bars of ‘We’ll Live And Die…’ were the only unoriginal work that The Razorbax delivered all evening.<\/p>\n

Their set-list was well planned.<\/p>\n

The band delivered a hyper fast opening, a slightly downbeat, yet highly melodic midsection, and they finished with a brilliant 4’21” of slow-burn-to-loud-and-fast-and-noisy-rock – in one track!<\/p>\n

I’m sad that The Razorbax are no more.<\/p>\n

Leigh Bucknall, the moving force behind the band, continues to write\u00a0aggressively melodic post-punk songs that describe living in sink towns, falling in love and having your heart broken.<\/p>\n

But The Razorbax are gone.<\/p>\n

It is entirely appropriate that I end this article with the same song that The Razorbax closed the first (but not the last!) gig of theirs I saw.<\/p>\n

This is ‘Couldn’t Wait’, by The Razorbax.<\/p>\n

<\/object> Couldn’t Wait<\/a> by This Reality Podcast<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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