With the summer holidays looming up, the performing arts season 2014 – 2015 is drawing to a close. Not that there will be no performances; their number dwindles and their character changes. 603 more words
I'm really out of the loop - I didn't even know that Gryphon were playing, let alone touring. If I'd known, I'd have blogged about it earlier (and perhaps saved up for a ticket). Gryphon are a wonderful band - a serious-minded but no-bullshit bassoon-and-crumhorn-toting electric folk/prog oddity with a perfect and elegant focus. They seemed to come about almost by accident in the early '70s, as if a group of matter-of-fact mediaeval music scholars had suddenly been caught up on a lolling tongue of rock and taken off for a ride for a few years. I've not seen them play since 2009, when after thirty-one years they finally put on a reunion at the Queen Elizabeth Hall. In a lone concession to rock theatre, reed player Brian Gulland turned up in a Wild Man of Borneo barnet and matching beard, and had the latter shaved off with a straight razor during the encore. Otherwise it was a straight demonstration that it was Gryphon's music which had always mattered - inclusive, always choosing the deft path over the clotted, as clear as a bell and never overblown. They promised us a new album, but went quiet about that very quickly: at least they're still up for playing. If you've not already committed to something else for tomorrow's London evening (and I know I've already pitched you two other options in the past week) do go along, but don't just take my word for it. Here's Organ's typically gonzo-rapturous take on the band and the tour. I couldn't agree with them more.