{"id":8210,"date":"2012-09-16T10:36:36","date_gmt":"2012-09-16T09:36:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=8210"},"modified":"2012-09-17T17:13:09","modified_gmt":"2012-09-17T16:13:09","slug":"celebrating-the-passing-of-musical-friends-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=8210","title":{"rendered":"Celebrating the passing of musical friends #5"},"content":{"rendered":"

Another post in the occasional series about top quality unsigned bands who had a too-brief and almost too-beautiful burn across this planet of ours\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

I can’t remember how the name of the Oxfordshire-based ‘The Winchell Riots’ first appeared in my consciousness, but from the first track of theirs I heard – the lovely ‘Undertows’ – I was hooked.<\/p>\n

I followed the work of The Winchell riots; live and recorded, I became a consumer of their top quality indie performances.<\/p>\n

I saw them at countless local venues. I was jumping up and down in the front row, rejoicing in their top performance, during their stunning set on the BBC Unsigned stage at Reading Festival in 2011.<\/p>\n

I was, months later, in the audience of the\u00a0Jacqueline du Pr\u00e9 auditorium in St Hilda’s College, Oxford University, for the band’s farewell\/break-up gig.<\/p>\n

The Winchell Riots never failed to deliver, to their extremely loyal fans, a top class performance. Their songs speak of worlds similar to ours, but worlds of emotion and beauty and places tinged with emotional pain.<\/p>\n

The Winchell Riots’ self-composed, self-produced musical art puts to complete shame so much of the utter crap that mainstream radio thrusts at us.<\/p>\n

Even now.<\/p>\n