But somehow Stackridge managed to survive through my lack of attention and produced several albums that were worthy of a review in NME.
The band has been through a few changes since then but are now back on the road as a richly textured eight piece band (six old blokes and two young women, how did that happen?!) and I was tempted to see them live at the 100 Club in London. I'm so glad I went.

A large part of the set was familiar sounding early 70s folk-tinged progressive rock, think of Barclay James Harvest and Jethro Tull, that was easy to sway along to even though none of it was familiar. I particularly liked two long instrumentals that they did, Purple Spaceships Over Yatton and God Speed the Plough.
I was less impressed with their "fun" songs, such as Dora the Female Explorer and Galloping Gaucho, but these were relatively short and small diversions from the main feast and were quickly forgiven.
In the few hours since the concert I've added Stackridge as a friend on MySpace, bought one of their classic albums from Amazon and made a note of their local gig in October. It may have taken 25 years for me to discover Stackridge but I am quickly making up the lost time!
Matt welcome aboard from a Rhubarb Thrasher (Stackridge fan) living in Perth Western Australia. I've been following the band since 1970 but as of yet have not managed to catch them since they re-formed. When you next go to a gig ask after Ade MacCrowe (who will probably be manning the merchandise store or taking yur ticket). I'm sure Ade will introduce you to many of the other weird aqnd wonderful folk who follow 'ridge.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Gerry Prewett