Kris Roe (The Fighting Cocks, 11.12.15)
About 50 people showed up at The Fighting Cocks to see
Ataris frontman Kris Roe play solo. This UK tour certainly seems to very much
be a DIY affair, from selling his own merch to taking the National Express from
show to show. I’m interested in the economics of touring solo as a musician or
comedian. I suppose if you can get 50 people or more to see you at £12 a pop
five or six nights a week for six months a year, it’s a cost effective
proposition.
The Ataris produced three albums in their heyday, largely
punk influenced affairs about youthful exuberance and being in love. To me this
puts the touring solo artist in something of a bind. The fans have come for a
night of nostalgia to see you play those songs, but you might find it difficult
to engage with your work from more than a decade ago when when you’re pushing
40. The result is a 37 year old man playing a song called “Your Boyfriend
Sucks”. But playing it well.
There are a couple of times during the set where Roe hints
at these issues. “This song doesn’t mean much to me any more but lots of people
always request it” he says before launching into “ IOU One Galaxy”, a charming
if rough round the edges romantic number. Some of his other songs have aged
better, as demonstrated in a terrific opening rendition of “In This Diary”
where those 50 people generate a remarkably loud atmosphere and a touching
outing for “The Hero Dies In This One” in tribute to Roe’s father.
Roe possesses’ a terrific gravelly quality or to use a
British expression “He gives it some welly”.
As a result, the show frequently commands the attention even during some
of the weaker areas of his band’s back catalogue. He seldom deviates from the
“nostalgia” remit, the exception being “New Year’s Day” from the most recent
Ataris record. I haven’t caught up with it yet, but the song is certainly
catchy enough for me to take a look.
In the encore, the somewhat saccharine “The Saddest Song”
regarding Roe’s distant relationship with his daughter is elevated by a crowd
singalong with the audience proving rather adept at the backing vocals. He ends
with “Eight Of Nine”, yelling “You only get so many second chances”. I’ll
probably take mine up the next time he returns to these shores.
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