Sorry And The Sinatras – Swansea, Vice – 18th October 2009 Print E-mail
Written by David Whistance   
Saturday, 24 October 2009 13:30

SDC14689We arrived in Swansea on a cold Sunday night to witness a new breed of Rock 'N' Roll legend in the making. Over the last decade I have been fortunate enough to witness Scott Sorry performing with such luminaries as Amen, Brides Of Destruction and most recently with one of my all time favourite bands, The Wildhearts.


The man in question has also played on two of my favourite albums of 2009, The Wildhearts 'Chutzpah!' and his very own band's 'High Roller'. And it's the latter of the two that has brought us here tonight.


Firstly, I feel it has to mentioned that I'm constantly dumfounded by the fact that the masses out there are willing to pay extraordinary amounts of hard earned cash to watch bands of mundane proportions filling arenas, yet are unwilling to drag themselves away from Heartbeat or whatever dreary Sunday night viewing that passes itself off for entertainment these days, and pay a fiver to watch a fantastic, tight arse Punk Rock 'N' Roll outfit like Sorry And The Sinatras.


But, if Sorry And The Sinatras were disappointed by tonight's turnout then they certainly didn't show it as the opening chords of 'Burns City Angels' rang out tearing Swansea a new arsehole in the process, then before we had time to draw breath it's onto a frantic 'No Angels' and 'Riverside'.


The band stopped for breath for a brief moment as Scott requested that everybody move closer to the stage, which was then the general 'feel' for the remainder of the gig, a warm friendly atmosphere amongst friends with plenty of banter but more importantly fantastic music.


It would be unfair to give all the credit to Scott though, each and every member of the band were here tonight for one reason, and that is to rock like their life depended on it. A particular mention has to be given to the token Brit of the band guitarist Dave Kerr, who doesn't believe in remaining in one position for long, as he span, jumped and bounded across the stage with exuberance.




In Sorry And The Sinatras, Scott has put together a fine set of musicians, four people who clearly enjoy being up on stage as much as himself, from the low slung guitar heroics of bassist Roger 'Rags' Segal to mohican sporting drummer Lenny Thomas, a man who couldn't care what part of the planet he was residing on as long as he was playing in a kick ass rock band.


A quick burst through 'Borrowed Time', 'Gimme More' and the fantastically, frenzied Rock 'N' Roll brilliance of 'Nose Don't Work' and we were then in for a treat, an impromptu version of 'Junkie' which also happens to be a personal favourite of mine from the 'High Roller' album, a couple of false starts and they were off, playing the song in all its folktastic, punk glory.


Scott_blueA quick retreat back to album opener the Rancid inspired 'Black N Blue' and the sing along greatness of 'So Far From Home', a number that wouldn't look out of place in his other band's repertoire. 'Hated Heart' soon followed, a song that somehow reminds me of an early Dropkick Murphys classic when they still had an edge and took their Pogues idolisation a touch too far, and before we know it the evening was drawing to a close with 'Suicide Head'.


But just as we thought it was over, we were also treated to the bonus track from The Wildhearts Japanese edition of 'Chutzpah!' A cover of Jim Carroll's 'People Must Die', and a perfect song to end a perfect night of pure Punk Rock 'N' Roll energy.


So ponder this Uber Rockers; if you like your front men firmly rooted to the spot ala the Stereophonics' Kelly Jones, a man who left the starting blocks with rock in his heart before taking the path of musical mediocrity, a man so middle of the road he is in danger of having a white line painted down his face, then start saving for your next soulless arena gig, you fucking morons. But if you're like me and like your front men aggressive, loud, fast, and playing contagious shit with guitars slung way down low, and have the true spirit of Rock 'N' Roll coursing through their veins, then look no further than Scott Sorry and his fantastic Sinatras.