The Metros @ Social for NG

Hotel staff across the country should have their fingers crossed that The Metros don’t stroll into their lobby, as this London based five-piece are doing their best to live out a stereotypical rock and roll lifestyle littered with equipment smashing, booze and reckless rebellion.

Last October, these teenage upstarts were kicked off The Coral’s tour for increasingly raucous behaviour which apparently didn’t go down that well with the Liverpudlians, and they have also received a nationwide ban from Holiday Inns. Oh dear.

This sort of behaviour is slightly more tolerable when the band in question are fairly big news, but there are sod all people at the Bodgea Social when I arrive shortly before the beginning of the set. If the numbers were any less then I dare say it would have been one of those Social gigs where you can get in by heading through the bar and going up the stairs at the back.

However this doesn’t deter the lads who swagger around the stage with cocky confidence, safe in the knowledge that other people their age are probably stacking shelves in Tesco. They don’t look the sort of kids who would smash up a hotel room – two members are wearing Hawaiian shirts and the drummer sports a vest – but they still convey a blasé ‘we don’t give a s**t’ attitude.

Lead singer Sauly Adamczewski in particular enjoys the occasion, getting progressively drunk on bottles of Becks and pints which are handed to him mid-set, and repeatedly scratching his head as if he can’t believe his luck. Their arrogance means they are the sort of band who many people would like to see fail, simply to wipe the smug looks of their faces, but tonight fans of schadenfreude would have been left disappointed as the Metros’ performance was astonishingly good.

They are an exceptionally tight knit unit, and the guitars are particularly good, catchy and delightfully infectious. People start dancing at the front and suddenly the place isn’t empty but full of happy gig goers – just where did all this lot come from?

In many ways the band are a southern equivalent of the Arctic Monkeys, with Adamczewski proudly showcasing his cockney vocals in the same way Alex Turner does with his Yorkshire twang. The songs too are of similar themes and full of wry observations on growing up and the world we live in. Where the Arctics had their taxis to Hillsborough, the Metros have their train from Victoria; effectively doing for London what Turner & co did for Sheffield.

So come out the cupboard you boys and girls because the The Metros have well and truly arrived. They are cocky yes, but there is more than enough evidence in their music to back this up. Loud, brash and in your face – the Metros coming at you faster than an underground train.

Review: Dan Palmer

Images: Adrian Pancucci

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The Ting Tings @ Social for NG

The Bodega Social is stupidly busy tonight, and why the hell not? Hot Mancunian double-act The Ting Tings have arrived in Nottingham and the masses have turned out in force to see what all the fuss is about. Quite a buzz has been generated about these guys after a third place finish on the BBCs Sounds for 2008 poll, a chart which annually predicts household names of the future with a great deal of success.

The Ting Tings describe their music as garage pop but to be honest it is very difficult to classify their sound. The stuff tonight varies dramatically with a mix of different genres thrown together, each a contributing factor in making their performance extremely original.

Elements of funk, indie, electronica and waltz are thrown into a musical cooking pot with the end product being extremely satisfying indeed. It is as though the Ting Tings have ripped up the rulebook and started again from scratch in a determined effort not to conform to more recognisable musical styles. And somehow this unorthodox approach to music seems to work beautifully. It really shouldn't, but it does.

You never quite know what to expect and the Ting Tings take us on a journey which is exciting, infectious and utterly absorbing. At some gigs songs can often sound the same and blend into one, but there is absolutely no chance of that here and the crowd seem to love every minute of it.

Popular track That’s Not My Name is a perfect example of this and is a real stand-out moment. Starting off with brash, in your face rap style lyrics from singer Katie White, the song develops and White's vocals become softer and more harmonic. There is almost a sense of surprise as both parts gel together perfectly, producing a damn fine song with the most unlikely of components.

With only two members on stage, electronic wizardry is relied upon to ensure that all parts of the songs are heard. White is enthusiastic on stage, leaping around energetically while colleague Jules De Martino is like a man possessed behind the drum kit. Fears that only two people on stage will leave things feeling a bit light are quickly dispelled and White's contributions on cowbell and bass drum add to the delightful randomness of the performance.

Other highlights include Traffic Light, which sounded like it could be played in a dance hall, and the futuristic sounds of Great DJ which were so catchy that you couldn't help but dance. The only criticism was that the gig lasted a disappointing forty five minutes, but this is a purely selfish gripe as I could have done with hearing a bit more of the quality stuff the Salford duo were producing.

As I drift out, I hear a disgruntled Arsenal fan complaining about his sides' Champions League exit tonight. However, he says that the Ting Tings performance makes everything a little bit better. And if that isn't a ringing endorsement, then I don't know what is.

Review: Dan Palmer

Images: Tara Vickers

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Sam Isaac @ Social for NG

Standing at around six foot and sporting a large mop of messy ginger hair, Sam Isaac is a far from average looking pop-star. But as soon as he picks up his six string acoustic guitar it becomes clear that his performances are far from average as well.

This young singer/songwriter from Malvern has seemingly mastered the art of the acoustic pop song, with every number tonight succeeding in making me feel warm and tingly. Ably assisted by backing guitarist Matt Randall, Isaac produced a set at Nottingham's Bodega Social that never failed to hit the right notes.

Around forty souls witnessed the gig and they saw a man who must surely be destined for better things. Mainly playing songs from the Sticker, Star & Tape mini-album, Isaac’s vocals were particularly impressive - passionate and heartfelt, but at the same time loud and full of energy.

Lyrically he showed a talent and maturity that lies way beyond his young years, and it is hard not to relate to his raw, down to earth observations on life, love and relationships.

Highlights included Sideways, a pacy, jangly tune about growing up and leaving home, and new single Fire Fire, with its distinctive opening riff and catchy chorus. These were proof enough that Isaac can produce fast, fun, mainstream hits that wouldn‘t sound out of place on any radio playlist.

On the flipside, the more sombre What Good Did That Do? and the darker Annie Hall slowed things down a bit and showed that Sam has also mastered the art of emotion and pathos in his music. These slower numbers complimented the faster songs beautifully, creating a perfect mixture of pounding acoustic pop and gentle, quieter sensitivity.

Isaac occasionally plays with a band, and one can only speculate at how much better the songs would sound when spruced up with a variety of instruments. It is testament to him, however, that he managed to produce such an assured display predominantly on his Jack Jones. He also spent a lot of time talking to the crowd tonight, and while for some that habit would grate, it also displays a confidence that will take him far in the industry. Encouraging the small audience to get involved on Carbon Dating and I Traded My Friends For You, Isaac demonstrated that he won’t be intimidated when fame and recognition come calling.

This would be the least this man deserves, as his music strikes a chord which gets under your skin and is difficult to shake off. To put it simply, Isaac makes brilliant music without ever trying too hard and in a world full of acts trying to be too clever, he really is a breath of fresh air.

Review: Dan Palmer

Images: Jack Ladenburg

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Nine Black Alps @ Bodega Social for NG

The Bodega Social in Nottingham is buzzing tonight and it is little wonder as the Nine Black Alps have rolled into town. The Mancunian quartet have been causing a stir with their grungy rock sound and this small venue on Pelham Street is absolutely rammed in anticipation.

Second album Love/Hate has been released to rave reviews and the band have even been described as the Saviours Of Rock in some quarters. There is definitely expectation for a top notch performance and luckily the lads deliver - and then some.

From the get go, the Alps launch into an exciting, energetic and damn right entertaining set. Catchy guitar riffs and distinctive choruses mean that practically every song could be a potential anthem, played at Indie discos across the land. The crowd seem to know most of em, jumping and dancing along throughout - it's as if the Alps are already playing a greatest hits set.

Crowd interaction is kept to a minimum but this hardly matters as it gives the band time to play loads of songs from their arsenal of gems. There is a hardly time to breathe as tune after tune arrives in quick succession, the gig rocketing along at an exhilarating pace.

Bitter End and Unsatisfied induce brilliant sing-alongs and Every Time I Turn forces me to bring out the air guitar. I would have felt like an idiot but fortunately several others are doing the same.

The similarities to Nirvana are obvious and in the smoky venue it almost feels as if we are in the video for Smells Like Teen Spirit. But the band also stamp a bit of their own style on proceedings to create a hugely refreshing and original sound. A little bit of Oasis creeps in to show that the boys have not forgotten their Manchester roots.

Rapturous cheers greet the end of each song and it is clear that Nottingham loves the Nine Black Alps. And when front-man Sam Forrest and guitarist David Jones don Robin Hood hats it appears that the feeling may be mutual.

We eagerly await their return, but one feels that they may be playing somewhere slightly larger next time. It was a privilege to watch them at somewhere as intimate as the Social, because if they are not playing bigger venues pronto then it will be a great injustice.

You Know You're Right: Dan Palmer

With The Lights Out: Lisa Mayfield

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