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Shall I compare thee to…?


Music fans, readers of poetry, viewers of art – do you compare?

Making comparisons in every day life seems natural.  People compare themselves to others all the time: judging their own performance at work or socially; judging their own views against someone else’s; judging their own appearance in comparison with someone else’s; judging their child’s progress at school against that of the neighbour,  the list of comparable situations is endless.

Read about new or up and coming bands and you’ll find they are always compared to other artists in their genre.  Is this fair?

Copy and articles in the media compare bands and music artists to each other.  Captions in magazines introduce groups with the words “For fans of…”, or “Sounds like…”, and liken them to other artists.  This gives the listener an idea, but the suggestion will always be embodied in the listener’s mind.  Why should a band’s sound be twinned to someone else’s in order to be recognised?

There can be no denial that similarities can be identified.  Take Australian rock band Airbourne, notoriously likened to AC/DC .  Lots of the components are there including two brothers, copycat riffs and a lead singer who appears to model himself on a mix of Angus Young’s lead guitarist antics and Bon Scott’s loveable cheek, wit and raspy vocals.  But take away those saleable characteristics, put on to entertain the crowd, and it’s the music that is different.  They do have their own exciting sound, despite it being peppered with something familiar.  Examples of other bands in multiple genres could be dragged up for pages and pages to come, but every one of them is different on some level, it’s just discovering how the sound affects the ear on a personal  level and subsequently how it moves the listener.  Surely that’s what it takes to be a true fan?   I like Airbourne.  I like AC/DC.  I don’t like Airbourne because they have been likened to AC/DC.

Can poets be compared to each other?  Look at the current poetry and spoken word scene, huge and ever growing in popularity.  Many London poets have been witnessed ranting along in monotone modern London  dialect, a little bit street, a little bit middle class, sharing messages about political concern, personal opinion, dilemmas, glitches in our social systems and either make light of them or or target the audience with soapbox fury.  The familiar strain seems to be, who can shout the loudest?  Then again, all their words are valid and their work is listened to and applauded, because they cannot be compared.  Each one has something different to offer and listening hard, or reading close, will open minds and stimulate.  The beauty in each one can be identified as something unique.

Can authors be compared to each other?  Can painters or designers be compared?  Probably, but please try to ignore the comparisons dictated by someone else, it’s lazy.  In writing about bands for the last three or four years, I have been guilty of making a comparison or two myself.  I will do my best not to in future.

There will always be something in a style that stands apart in each group or individual.  That style will catch the eye if we want it to, regardless of any similarities marked alongside anyone else.

Long Live The Fans!

Anna xx

Whole Lotta Rosie – AC/DC

Hey its the dreaded Valentine’s Day!

AC/DC were among the bands whose music inspired me to write a story.  This song in particular helped me to create one of the characters.

This time the song is performed live at River Plate (2009).  Check out Rosie riding that train!  Happy day lovers!


SixtyTwoIntro: BONAFIDE

When this mad and crazy world messes with your head, it’s comforting to have bands around like Bonafide.  These Swedes produce traditional, heavy rocking electric rhythm and blues; classic sounds to remedy the soul and stabilise the troubled mind.   Influenced by AC/DC, riffage, tempo and vocals are biased to this timeless signature, but then, with “Bon” in their title, why wouldn’t they?

Bonafide tour the UK in March 2014


Hayseed Dixie, The Forum, Hatfield, Monday 4th November 2013



There are many music genres that fall under the strong, long arm of rock.  Usually attracting niche audiences, few can promise to entertain across a multi-genre crowd in one night.  Hayseed Dixie, the creators of rockgrass, however, are kings of rock and roll, glam, prog, metal and more.

Currently on a UK/Europe tour, the university campus venue in Hatfield was a strange choice of venue for a Monday night.  Absent of financially bereft freshers and gig goers who probably still nursed weekend hangovers, the auditorium held a sparse crowd.  However, less is more and it is quality not quantity that over-rides situations like these.

Throughout the two hour set, I was more than aware that I could not shift the grin on my face.  It wasn’t just the denim, wiry facial hair or scraggy knees.  Nor was it an appearance that suggested the potential to swill illegal liquor by the light of the moon or join a dance in the barn with the devil himself.  Hayseed Dixie play other people’s rock songs and their own, at a mesmerizing, finger-bleedingly fast pace.  The quartet is a riot of southern American, steel string musicianship which is second to none.  Brandishing a banjo, a bass, a mandolin, a fiddle, an acoustic guitar and howling harmonies to die for, the band have been playing songs about “drinking, cheating, killing and hell” since 2001

With no less than eleven albums tucked under their dungaree straps, this tour has celebrated the first album, A Hillbilly Tribute to AC/DC, played it in its entirety.  Songs including Dirty Deeds, A Touch Too Much, Hells Bells, Back In Black, and Whole Lotta Rosie, were played by forty fiery fingers that could set fret boards ablaze.  The second half of the set invited requests from the intimate crowd.  The band demonstrated a talent for international languages, singing in German before singer, John ‘Barleyscotch’ Wheeler, introduced a masterpiece rendition of “the greatest killing song ever written,” Bohemian Rhapsody.

It wasn’t all about covers by any means; original Hayseed Dixie material like I’m Keeping Your Poop, was disturbingly entertaining, but the evening ended with Black Sabbath’s War Pigs, Alice Cooper’s Poison and finally Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb, which raised the roof and some goosebumps.

There is wily genius in the comical delivery of every song that Hayseed Dixie play.  This is one beautiful, beardy, rockgrass phenomenon that I highly recommend you check out if you haven’t already.  Go to!

For the rest of the tour dates this year checkout: http://www.hayseed-dixie.com/Appearances.html