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Bandcrush: Shambles Miller

On the Tidal Wave of Indifference we’re no great fans of Frank Turner and don’t quite ‘get’ his increasingly wide appeal. The music of Billy Bragg, an even better-known protest-y singer, also leaves us a little cold.

So imagine our astonishment when a singer-songwriter very much influenced by both doesn’t have us reaching for the ‘skip’ or ‘off’ buttons.

Maybe it’s the Scottishness. Maybe it’s the beard.  Whatever it is, Shambles Miller – Campbell to his maw – is doing something right. His brand of witty and articulate folk is compulsive listening with lyrics you can get under the skin of.

And I’m not the only one who’s listening. Miller has been accepted into Strummerville – the Joe Strummer Foundation for New Music, a charity which supports aspiring musicians and global projects that aim to change the world through music.

Quite an accolade, but a deserved one. A talented lyricist and passionate singer, I decided to find out for myself what makes the man tick…

So who the hell are you?

I’m Shambles Miller, your local neighbourhood folkieman. Who the hell are you?

I am Charlie Sheen, man of moderation and fidelity. Describe your sound in ten words or less?

Songs about life, politics, love, sometimes beer. But not pterodactyls.

That’s a relief. There’s a strong element of social commentary in your lyrics – how did that come about and would you describe yourself as a political singer?

It’s just a natural part of my songwriting and always has been, I suppose. As you can probably guess from the song Things That Make Me Angry, I just write about the things I care about. Sometimes that means those things in the world that get my hackles up; sometimes it means songs about friends or beer or love or anything else a person might conceivably care about. I’m yet to write a song about sandwiches though, only because I know my songwriting ability isn’t yet able to express that kind of love.

So I wouldn’t label myself as a political singer; after all there’s not much political content to be found in Beer Song or Robots, for example. I think Billy Bragg’s approach to his being labelled a political songwriter is interesting; he’s been quoted as saying “my theory is this; I’m not a political songwriter. I’m an honest songwriter. I try and write honestly about what I see around me now.”
 

What comes first in the process – words or music?

Och, it depends really. I do write lyrics down, all over the place. I have envelopes and boxes full of unused lyrics. I suppose the majority of the songs I play live or that you can hear on my records tend to be the ones where I’ve been lucky enough for both music and lyrics to appear at roughly the same time. Except of course for AAARRGGHHH!, so called because I was battering the chords and melody around for months before I could settle on lyrics I liked, my varied attempts punctuated by the aforementioned cry. I suppose I could’ve called it FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!, but two men much wiser than me suggested I try to swear less.

I’ve heard you described as alternatively a new Billy Bragg or Scotland’s Frank Turner – do you like either? Are they an influence??

Yes and yes. I find both extremely flattering, to be honest. I’m nowhere near to earning the kind of respect or acclaim either of those artists have achieved, but you can’t help feeling encouraged when people make those sorts of comparisons. Frank Turner is probably one of the main songwriters who made me feel like I could write the sort of songs I wanted to write and still have people listen, which in turn gave me the confidence to finally get out there and gig on my own. Billy Bragg is a huge inspiration as well, particularly in his political songwriting. That snarl on his version of “Which Side Are You On” (a song I’ve recently rewritten myself) in the line “it hurts me more to hear a scab say ‘sod you Jack’” sends shivers up my spine just thinking about it. There’s something about his music that has the power to make you feel hopeful, even when things seem hopeless. Like things can change, because together we have more power than we know.
 
Strummerville – honoured?

Absolutely! Who wouldn’t be? It’s a great opportunity to be involved with Strummerville and I plan to make the most of it. I wish I’d known they submit your bio as is though. I thought someone rewrote the basic information you send in, but it goes up exactly as you present it, so I sound like a bit of a dafty. Maybe I’ll get a chance to rewrite it at some point.
 
You’re also on Amazing Radio’s tips for 2011. A strange feeling?

Definitely. A real honour of course, but it’s always weird (in a nice way) when anyone gives you that sort of attention, that sort of compliment. I’m still relatively new to this to be honest, I just hope I can live up to such high praise. But if I get to the end of the year without doing much, I’ll just do something MENTAL like live in a hot air balloon for a month with a cat (I’m allergic) or spend all my time vehemently claiming to have invented chalk. If people would like to avoid such crazinesses, book me for nice gigs and such.

You can have a listen to the self-explanatory Things That Make Me Angry Below. It’s from his Shambles Sails the Clockwork Sea which I strongly advise you download via his Bandcamp page.

Slide Into My Hand Pt 4

Here’s the fourth edition of everyone’s favourite Dundee-based, Arabs-supporting podcaster. Well, mine anyway.

Look out for a faintly ridiculous Guns n’ Roses remix, a future jangle-pop classic from Seapony and a song from one of my favourite albums at the minute by Wintersleep.

Haven’t quite figured out how to stream this dewplayer nonsense yet, but you can go straight to the podcast by clicking HERE.

Teed Off

An open letter to Geoff Ellis, boss-man of DF Concerts, promoters of T in the Park.

Dear Geoff,

Thanks for the terribly predictable T in the Park line-up announced last month with only the merest smattering of quality and originality among the commercial dross you’ve picked out.

It’s never bothered me before, as you’ve always managed to book plenty of bands that I, one of your more discerning regulars, appreciate.

Putting Broken Social Scene, Dirty Projectors and Four Tet in there left me optimistic that there would be more where that came from and I would have enough ‘fringe’ music to amuse me, along some of the better populist choices like Muse and Biffy.

So I was tingling with a little excitement when I heard there would be more bands announced last week.

And what do we get? Madness. Jamie T. Paloma Faith.

Oh dear.

Also in there were Delphic (a decent album, but hardly compulsive viewing) and Frank Turner (don’t mind him, but a few friends appreciate his music a lot more than I do). But overall it was still a massive let down.

So that’s 55 acts announced and I’ve counted 14 that I give a toss about with a meagre seven in the ‘must see’ category.

So what does Moany Music Snob of Musselburgh do now?

Simple. I’m voting with my feet.

Or more to the point, my wheels. It’s a nine or ten hour drive to Sussex, but after I finish this post I’ll be booking tickets to Latitude.

Latitude already has a great looking line-up. Aside from the homely, relaxed atmosphere that the festival is said to have, having the National, the xx and Grizzly Bear headline its second stage is an instant stamp of quality.

The Horrors are in there too and Charlotte Gainsbourg will lend the occasion a bit of Gallic class.

It’s the weekend after T so going to both is clearly not an option, both financially and for childcare – so our T tickets are now up for grabs.

This post was meant to be a general moan about the quality of the Balado line-up, under the premise that I would still be going. I’d scribbled down a few thoughts on who I’d like to see you book. The xx and Grizzly Bear were both on that list.

So were LCD Soundsystem and the Hold Steady, but I can’t see that they’ll be added now. With so many big acts now on the bill, it’ll be up and coming acts that’ll pad it out.

Not necessarily a bad thing, but a hell of a chance to take. A lot of folk go to festivals for the craic and the booze, and that’s undoubtedly a massive part of it, but for me it’s mostly about the music.

In the same way that I can barely tolerate being in a pub or club (Clubs! Ha! I remember them…) that’s playing terrible music, I don’t wish to find myself watching Kasabian in a field, hands stuffed in pockets sulking, because there’s nothing better on. And paying £180 for the ‘pleasure’.

James Murphy, Craig Finn and their respective bands almost certainly won’t be playing Latitude either, but the five acts named above give me the sense that it’ll be well worth the cash. There’ll be lots else happening too.

Latitude takes comedy seriously – Marcus Brigstocke and Kevin Bridges have already been announced. There’ll be talks on films and books, a bit of poetry and some theatre.

Now I’m not going to badge myself as a middle class twat at this point and say “I’m going to a festival for the poetry” as that would be a total lie and not what I’m about.

But, as an alternative to watching the latest sadsack Oasis wannabes playing to a bunch of pissed up neds spoiling for a fight, then Bret Easton Ellis doing a reading from one of his books will do nicely thanks.

And even if I did stick to the music, of only 10 bands announced, four fall into the aforementioned ‘must see’ category with Florence the only one that I’d go out of my way to avoid.

Of course, I’m taking a massive risk. It would just be typical that the second I get my confirmation email from Latitude, you’ll send out another press release announcing that Frightened Rabbit (who are surely a no-brainer), Fever Ray and Sigur Rós are to play T.

But fuck it. As much as I’ve enjoyed T since 1999, having been to Connect in ’08, I’ve found the idea of a smaller, more focused festival hugely appealing.

Am I getting old? Probably? Is T’s loss of appeal coinciding with my own music taste spiralling up my backside? Almost certainly. Am I categorically finished with T? Well, Geoff, I’ll never say never on that front. Who knows?

But at least Latitude will have more beards than Buckie and I’ll be more likely to trip over a buggy than a bam.

And as this is effectively ‘our holiday’ for the year, the road trip and scenic setting will make it more fun than tailgating a coach crawling up the M90 with some wee bellend in a football top baring his arse shouting “T in the fuckin’ Park big man!!!!” at us for the whole journey.

Yours sincerely,

“Evil” Stu

Musselburgh

Now…. does anyone want to buy a T in the Park ticket?

This…

…or this?

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