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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