The Life and Times of The District Club
Starring
Mike Davies : Web Journalist , Co - founder , Sound Engineer , Musician, District DJ , Guinness critic, first to arrive and last to leave. Tantrum thrower in chief.
Nicky Elsmore : Organiser, band booker, co-founder, apparently the brains of the operation. Has an aversion to getting his round in.
Co - Starring:
Gaynor Price: The public face of the organisation. Mysterious temptress. Likes to fall down stairs on a regular basis and gives up smoking every week. Doesn't like kissing with tongues.
Dai Wells : The technically challenged relief DJ. The UK's number one Dr Who fan and plays the drums like he's building a shed. Dances like he's soiled himself (which he quite possibly has).
Daemon: Apprentice soundman and Dai Wells's generously hirsute rival for the control of the decks. Likely to play the most obscure tracks imaginable over the PA which thankfully keeps Dai off the dancefloor.
What is it about soul music that appeals to women ? I did a quick head count on Friday night and the girls seemed to be outnumbering the boys by about two to one. Is it the simple time signatures, the undemanding lyrical content or straightforward sin-a-long choruses ? Now I love a bit of Stax or Motown as much as the next man , but usually the next man turns out to be a woman.
We’d been expecting a decent turn out for Big Mac’s arriving at the club I was greeted by the sight of thirty or so single women slamming back the Breezers in the Lounge. Obviously all on a mission.
Gradually the crowd grew to uncomfortable proportions until every seat and table in the club was taken. Thankfully the band had brought their own humper / sound tech to look after the mixing duties and in their wisdom the band decided to forego a soundcheck.
The gig kicked off in fine fashion with the brass section entering from the back of the hall while blowing their instruments. Following their arrival on the stage the full band kicked in with a version of James Brown’s Living in
And now for a few small gripes….
I last saw Big Mac’s about 15-20 years ago and I’m pretty sure that they’re still playing the same set. For such a musically talented band I’d have expected them to have enough material in the locker to drop in the occasional surprise. With 10 minutes of their set left to go it was easy enough to guess what their final few tracks were going to be , I’d been ticking them off in my mind.
The guy doing the sound for the band had earlier told me that he’d been looking after Big Mac’s for the last 10 years. Without doubt the guy gave them the flattest, muddiest and most sparkle-free sound that’s ever come out of our system. I spent most of the night standing behind him biting my lip and reaching for the EQ whenever he wasn’t looking. Maybe their time on the hallowed corporate and wedding circuit has removed any edge that they once had.
Setting aside those minor quibbles you’d certainly have to say that the band were very slick and they whipped the crowd up on the dancefloor very nicely. Apart from a few of our more cantankerous regulars complaining that they couldn’t have their normal seats, the night went off extremely well.
Let’s hope that we see a load of new faces back next week to get grooving to some Floyd.