The ‘Sold Out’ signs outside the door of Edinburgh’s 250-capacity Cabaret Voltaire club is a tell-tale factor of how increasingly highly regarded Isa and the Filthy Tongues have become amongst their local audience.
Much of the predominantly older crowd wear T-shirts and obviously have fond memories of late 80s and early 90's alt. rock band Goodbye Mr MacKenzie, which served as a springboard for the young Shirley Manson and of which three out of four of the Filthy Tongues-guitarist and vocalist Martin Metcalfe, bassist Fin Wilson and drummer Derek Kelly-were all members. This, however, paints only part of the picture. Isa and the Filthy Tongues upped their own game locally in December with a valuable support slot for the New York Dolls and a recent five star review of their new album,‘Dark Passenger’, in national newspaper, ‘Scotland on Sunday’, has also helped to improve their profile considerably.
Despite tonight being its launch gig, Isa and the Filthy Tongues seem curiously unconcerned about promoting this second album. There is a smattering of tracks from ‘Dark Passenger’ - ‘Honey for Sale’, ‘Beautiful Girl’, ‘From the Treetops’ and last year’s single and film soundtrack title track ‘New Town Killers’ - but the bulk of the songs in their fifty minute performance come from their 2006 debut, ‘Addiction’.
From the moment she comes on, gliding from the dressing room down stairs to join the rest of the band who are already on stage, and spraying out through a toy megaphone the words of the spooky ‘Dream Catcher’, Oregon-raised front woman Stacey Chavis is completely captivating. She is a restless, hyperactive presence, at one moment kick boxing and karate chopping the air in front of her, at another mass of blonde hair concealing her face swatting her head to the music.
Both Metcalfe and Wilson, each suited and the former looking like an East End undertaker in a top hat with a long swishing main, are equally enthralling and spend much of the set silently locked into their dark, brooding guitar lines and grooves. Derek Kelly provides fiery, intense backing to them both on drums.
The Filthy Tongues show themselves able and ready as well to expand and build on the studio recordings of their songs. “I go out on a Saturday night/But I wake up on a Sunday and I repent for my sins,” drawls Chavis, hamming up and further exaggerating the comedy of the title track of ‘Addiction’. ‘New Town Killers’, which features Metcalfe on main vocals and, with ex-Skids singer and its film director Richard Jobson who appeared on the original version gone, allows Chavis an increased presence and freedom on backing vocals.
After ‘New Town Killers’, the main set is concluded with recent download single, ‘Dark Star’, a black Ellroy-esque tale of murder and the bleak underside of the Hollywood dream. The evening is then concluded with encores of the gorgeous, slow ballad ‘From the Trees’, which finds Chavis and Metcalfe harmonising on backing vocals, and finally speedy predominantly instrumental surf number ‘Nae Tongues’, which is ironically the opening track of ‘Addiction’. “This one has got a really complicated chorus,” quips Metcalfe about the latter. “You just go ooph!”
Crowd-pleasers such as ‘I’ll Do What I Want ‘, ‘Trouble’ and ‘Finder Fuckers’, all from ‘Addiction’, are also thrown in earlier on the set. Tonight’s show, as commanding at one level as Isa and the Filthy Tongues have been, has relied too much on tried and tested formulas, and been as much about what hasn’t rather than what has been.
At the merchandise stand, copies of ‘Addiction’ along with T-shirts are for sale, but there are none of ‘Dark Passenger’, which while not officially out until mid-March on Neon Tetra Records, has been available on the band’s website in a limited “Collector’s Edition” since before Christmas. Maybe this has been part of the problem and the reason for the band playing it a little too safe. There just aren’t any left.
Such first-rate tracks from ‘Dark Passenger’ as its menacing opening track ‘Jim’s Killer’; the deliriously daft ‘Moon is a Goon’ ; the mournful, heartrending ‘Memories’ and the sombre, slow-burning Metcalfe-sung ‘Inside Out’ are all, however, conspicuous by their absence.
It is a line from ‘Inside Out’ which sticks the most in the mind after the gig is over. “You’re safe and warm/But you’re inside out/Out of the storm, out of the storm/But you’re inside out.” Much the same could also be said about this gig itself.
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