everywhere

everywhere (never capitalised) are a three-piece suite of musicians from around the Glasgow area. They have a wealth of experience from playing around the Glasgow (and other) music scenes for many years, both jointly and severally.

Born out of short attention spans, a penchant for instant gratification, and an undying love of David Bowie, everywhere play an eclectic mix of original material, unexpected covers, and they always include an element of the Thin White Duke.

everywhere at Ivory Blacks, 17th May 2017 with NHC

everywhere will be playing at Ivory Blacks in Oswald St. Glasgow on Wednesday 17th May, working with the good folks of the New Hellfire Club.

The NHC are great folks, real guerrilla activists pushing the idea that no-one who doesn’t create music should be getting rich off it at the artist’s expense. If you are an artist or a band, check them out!

More details of the gig as they are confirmed. Goat Yoga picture is unrelated.

 

Review, Hug and Pint, 1st April ’17

The band were very pleased with their gig at the Hug and Pint on Saturday – it’s a lovely little venue, great sound, great atmosphere, and with New Hellfire Club drumming up a lively audience for the event, there was really no excuse not to.

With thanks to Small Music Reviews.

Everywhere went up next and turned out a very fine, packed set where they gave us a mix of tunes; some upbeat, others a little slower exhibiting a fair deal of emotion, with most featuring brisk solos, polished double bass lines and good drum beats.

They delivered the greatest cover of You Know You Make Me Wanna Shout ever – if you were in attendance, you will know exactly why – plus being a “Bowie tribute band in denial”, they presented their own version of Rock N’ Roll With Me.

A solid showing that had us more or less hooked the whole way

“Those guys know what the fuck they’re doing.”

A couple of years ago, everywhere headlined (headlined! WTF? everywhere is the super-support-act, the great motivator of headliners, the thinking man’s “Follow this!”) a gig at the late, lamented Vale Bar in Dundas St. Glasgow.

The gig was written up for the New Hellfire Club by a very lovely and earnest post-grad student named Isaac. I think he liked everywhere.

I sit here on the crumb-strewn kitchen floor of my flat contemplating last night’s everywhere gig. Those guys know what the fuck they’re doing. I’ll begin with some background…everywhere has been in operation in one form or another for over 30 years, and are self-described by the lead-singer as the ‘original guns for hire’. The “everywhere” name was birthed from a combination of different song/album titles that are of consequence to the band.  Never repeat, never apologize is their motto…which honestly is not the worst motto to live by coming from a band with punk-mottled roots.

I arrived at the gig early in case I could catch some of the guys before the show began, and lo and behold, I managed just that:

• I spoke with Royston O’Boogie (double-bass) first. Royston is a hell of a nice guy, about 10 feet tall and looks debonair in a purple shirt. He is the newest member of the band, having been with them for around 5 months, and has been playing the double bass for 15 years.

• Jimbo MacKellar is the singer/guitarist of everywhere and is punk as fuck, in my humble opinion. Some of his favorite bands include The Zips and Devo. Jimbo has been in over 15 bands and owns 32 guitars.

• Dave Thompson is the drummer and is also a very friendly bloke. Unfortunately I didn’t get an opportunity to speak with Dave much, but he had a Family Guy T-shirt on and a very charming smile.

I initially knew I was in for a treat when Jimbo told me that he would be doing things on stage that would embarrass me if my father did them. When a sharp-dressed man with an actual feather in his cap and facial hair like a neatly-trimmed Franz Josef tells you something of that caliber, how can you not be beguiled?

Jimbo, Royston and Dave took their respective places on stage and Royston took a selfie for his wifey who was curious if he was on stage yet (what a guy!).  As I was reflecting on how I’m always intrigued by a band with a double bass, Jimbo announced, “We are everywhere; we don’t rehearse, and if we do, we don’t play what we rehearse.”

They proceeded to open with a twangtastic detonation of guitar similar to what you might expect to hear on a Dead Milkmen album.  Seriously, I love me a twangy guitar; good one, guys.

The next song, Fading Away, was introduced to the audience as ‘a little country number by a little cunt’. Fading Away was a lovesick ballad full of masterfully arpeggiated chords, satisfying rimshots, and a swaying rhythm. Jimbo nailed it personifying the crooning, lonely cowboy.

“Call Your Bluff” was a protest song which reminded me of a bluesed-out version of The Pixies’ “Vamos”. Royston provided a steady walking bass line and snaps into the mic while Jimbo tore up his classic black/white Strat with face-melting bluesy solos.

The guys did an honorable cover of the Talking Heads, dedicated to yours truly, which David Byrne would have been proud of.

The fellas then announced that they would be writing a song on stage, and were unsure of how it would turn out. All I can say is that I know how it turned out, and it was difficult to believe it was written on the spot. They titled it “Left My Future Behind”, and it was a savagely executed, glorious chaos of effects pedals and Jimbo once again devastating his unassuming guitar with blistering solos.

A few songs down the line was “Counting Sheep”, a foot-stomping tune full of post-punk angst and written about an ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend. A topic of that sort always makes for a fiery song.

Everywhere finished with a cover. A really fucking amazing cover. They funkified things by covering “Kiss” by Prince. I was pleasantly stunned when Jimbo began the song in a spot-on falsetto and held it up through the entirety of the song. No joke…that guy has a falsetto-of-the-gods. I was looking for an effect pedal linked to the microphone, but it was all him. My wife described it as oddly seductive. I would have to agree with her.

Between songs, Jimbo often gargled with Jack Daniels, as any of us self-respecting musicians are known to do. They kept the songs relatively short and sweet, yet entirely captivating and leaving you wanting more. The band’s versatility kept me intrigued throughout the entire set as they jumped from one style to another. You can’t box everywhere in by one genre label, and they can’t be adequately described to justice through text. This is one of those times when you really need to go out to their next gig and witness the full experience. You won’t regret it. I went into the gig not fully aware of what to expect. I walked away from the gig fully aware that I had just participated in a tryst with an inimitable band of fun-loving, talented musicians who adore what they do.