Song of the Day 43: Lollipop Lorry

As promised/threatened (delete as appropriate) I’m continuing on with the pledge to relaunch the Song of the Day feature, and today proves ska is universal.

From Yekaterinburg in Russia, Lollipop Lorry have worked their way to the top of the international ska scene over a twelve year period, getting kudos through a tour of Mexico this year, where the scene is at its apex.

It’s refreshingly fun and carefree sunshine music, as ska should be, and this tune is out today. If anyone could translate I might know the subject, but the amusing speed dating video suggests a frustrating man-hunt! You just have to pick one, Svetlana, we really are all that rubbish, (excluding myself obviously!)

They first caught my attention and affection three years ago when covering the Gaylettes’ rock steady classic, Silent River (Runs Deep) in which one third of Bob Marley’s backing singer trio, The I-Threes, Judy Mowatt takes the lead vocal. Judy’s range is such that this was no easy feat, which front lady Svetlana made a cracking job of, in a sultry and distinctly Russian tinge; I’m smitten, don’t tell the trouble and strife… long distance relationships never work out!

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Song of the Day 41: Captain Accident & Disasters

Meaning to bring back this simple and quick feature for a while now, and what better opportunity than a new tune from Cardiff’s reggae virtuosoes Captain Accident and the Disasters?

Nice mellow rock steady number this one, with a sombre theme and contrasting clown in the video. Bring on those happy, happy clowns, for a band who supported Toots and the Maytals on their 2016 UK tour, who Toots Hibbert liked so much to invite them back to do the same for the follow two tours, it could only be more talent than “accident.”

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on…..


Song of the Day 40: Dry White Bones

Venturing over to the Barge tonight to catch crazy corsets and getars shenanigans with the Boot Hill All Stars. So, to get me in the mood, supporting act Dry White Bones gets our song of the day…. yee-ha!

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on…..


Song of the Day 38: Gecko

Never fails to bring a smile, Gecko breezes the feel good factor once again with this heartwarming, summery song. Backed up with the most wonderful video produced by Cas Janssen out of many quirky self portraits sent in from worldwide fans; how utterly brilliant can you possibly get?!

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on…..


Song of the Day 37: Lady Nade

I could scrutinise my archives, like a minister’s accountant, but without doing so I highly suspect Lady Nade has had a song featured on our Song of the Day feature once before.

Futile to check, as if I’ve implimented a ruling of one song per artist on our feature, which I haven’t. And even if I had, I’m my own boss here, and have every right to override it. And for what? What purpose?

I’ll tell you, shall I? If only to share and spread the word, this is a gorgeous tune, with a video nodding to her home city, Bristol, and its hint of topical affairs, despite the conotations of the song not revealing a similar notion, rather a classic theme of romance.

But the soulful expertise of Lady Nade makes it look so easy, and in this beautifully executed breezy ballad, one can only gasp at her skill and wallow in its splendour.

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on…..


Song of the Day 34: Jon Amor

Here’s a thing, did you know the Michael and Janet Jackson duet “Scream,” is cited as the world’s most expensive music video, totaling a cost of $7 million? And Wacko dished the cash out of his own pocket?

Despite critical acclaim at the time, reaching number 3 in the UK pop charts, and the retaliatory nature of the song against the tabloid assault on Michael after sexual abuse accusations, I thought, and always will think, it was a bit shit, to be perfectly frank!

Look, I mean, okay, bit harsh were the allegations, so MJ thinks, I know, I’ll bag myself a B-movie spaceship, take my sister off the planet, buy us both matching knobbly jumpers, dance about in zero g, and cough up seven million dollars for someone to film it, that’ll convince the fans I’m not a complete fruitcake.

They didn’t even save enough pennies to get it filmed in technicolor. Input sad face emoji.

Compare and contrast to Devizes-own Jon Amor, who, with just the creativity of Lucianne Worthy, a big chunk of inspiration from Jim Henson and some snazzy blue loafers, pulls off this absolute beauty for the track Rider from the latest album Remote Control.

Smashed it, guys, and it’s in colour too. Proof you don’t gotta do a Wacko Jacko and push the boat out as far as Mars to accomplish something all together entertaining.

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on….


Song of the Day 33: Andy J Williams

Having a great album reviewed fairly recently on Devizine doesn’t exclude you from being in the spotlight of our Song of the Day posts. And if it ever does, call me out on it. Just ask me who hell I think I am, Vlad the Impaler, or something similar.

Check the review of Buy All That $tuff by Andy, here, or just enjoy today’s video, Night Terrors, exposing where the band practice, under the beds of children, obviously! Which kinda makes we wish I was a kid again, as there were no bands practicing under beds back then. Just once I’d like to have discovered, I dunno, the Bangles perhaps, practicing under my bed!

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on….


Song of the Day 32: The Lost Trades

Song of the Day hoggers! Yes, they’ve had a song featured on our song of the day feature once before, and yes, they’ve had so many thumbs up on Devizine in general, thumbs are starting to ache, but The Lost Trades have a new song, getting another thumbs up, a sneak from the forthcoming album, and it simply, without question, has to be our song of the day… I’m the editor, what I sez goes, sue me if I’m wrong, I double dare you!

And that’s my song of the day!! Very good, carry on….


Song of the Day 31: Ilingsworth

My classic excuses don’t wash in an online era; the dog ate my Song of the Day blogpost, I’m certain I put it in my bag when I left school, bull like that.

I know, right. It’s been a while since my last Song of the Day, a post I promised on a daily basis but failed, miserably. I got nothing, no excuse that’ll wash. But the moment you hear this tune from John Smith and Jolyon Dixon, the duo known as Illingworth, you’ll understand the need to bring it back.

They’re the Kenco of local music, instantly, each new song comes across as a rock classic, sounding as if it’s always been swimming around in your head.

But Man Made of Glass is emotionally topical and contemporary. Just, go on, have a listen, and I might be persuaded to realign my promise to bring you a song of the day each day, else I’ll have to change the title to song of the month, which is a bit lack lusture of me.

Pulling my finger out, if you’re looking for someone to blame; Netflix. There, it’s out there. Why has every fair idea got to be flipping twelve season series of 200 episodes each, consisting of a drawn-out narrative a better writer could’ve concluded in a hour and half movie? For God’s sake, bring back live music!

Anyway, I’m waffling, feel free to stop me; that’s my song of the day. Very good, carry on….


Song of the Day 30: Maple Glider (A.K.A. Tori Ziestch)ย 

Naarm/Melbourne-based singer-songwriter, Maple Glider releasesd a new single today, “Good Thing.”

Her striking emotionality is at the centre of her performance, which opens with her light and velvety voice accompanied by a sparsely strummed guitar. She wastes no time in revealing the state of sadness sheโ€™s in, offering such tenderness and introspection that the listener feels as though theyโ€™re inside her bedroom as she plays for herself. Eschewing a traditional chorus, the repeated refrain is more a bookend to each verse. The emotional apex hits in verse three, turning the song into a spectral folk powerhouse with the revelation that sheโ€™s cutting ties before things turn sour.

Ziestch explains:ย โ€œI wrote this song out of a place of defeat. I was really heartbroken at this point, and very confused. I like the feeling of my independence and I think I was afraid of putting energy into the wrong people. Sometimes we make decisions out of fear and sometimes itโ€™s because we know that it is the best decision to make. Those lines can get very blurry.โ€

And that’s my song of the day. Very good, carry on….


Song of the Day 27: Emily Capell

We are the mods, we are the mods, we are, we are, okay, you get the gist. Imagine Kate Nash is Doctor Who’s assistant, and they tracked back to Carnaby Street in 1963. If she dressed and performed without raising suspicion that they’re time travellers, you’ve got a general picture of the fantastic Emily Capell.

On one hand, this is fab retrospective meddling, on the other it’s lively and fresh fun, with a beehive hairdo.

There’s nothing here not to like, unless you’re a ret-con rocker and if so, I’ll see you on Brighton beach, pal. All I ask is you aim for the face, so you don’t crease my suit.

And, that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on….. oh yeah, nearly forgot to mention, Emily has a live stream coming up Friday 12th March, here; groovy.


Song of the Day 25: Strange Folk

I know, I accept your question, and let me just say, I think it’s a very good question, one which I fully intend to answer in the fullness of time, but first, let me just say this, and this alone, and let us be totally sure that this is the correct time to, indeed, as you ask, for me to answer that question, one which I think is a very good question, as I may or may not have said and I really feel it is a question which needs answering….and so on, and so forth….

Think I’ve got what it takes for national politics?! I can waffle shit for Queen and country, and yes, I promised a Song of the Day feature everyday, and I haven’t delivered on that promise for a few days now, and any excuse I could provide wouldn’t be fully truthful. That’s why I believe I’ve got what it takes, my capacity to lie is acute, and my moral responsibility is pretty much shot, besides I couldn’t possibly mess it up further than it already is anyway, so yeah; I might stand.

The fact you’re probably all watching real politicians waffling about the easing stages of lockdown, is neither here nor there. I’m going to slip our song of the day in now, when you least expect me to.

And it’s wonderful, earthy folk outfit Strange Folk, with a track called Glitter. You may recall them playing the Vinyl Realm Stage at Devizes Street Festival, you may not. But enjoy, it’s gorgeously fantastical, the kind of escapism we need right now.

Back to reality, why they gotta keep calling it a “roadmap,” for crying out loud? Boris navigating for real and you’d end up driving headlong into a lake.

Strange Folk they might be, but not as strange as those leading us, I might add. The announcement will be on all night, while the Daily Mirror managed to sum it all up, hours prior to the conference, in one neat graphic.

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on…..


Song of the Day 23: Nigel G. Lowndes

Nigel writes to confirm heโ€™s from theย โ€œDevizes side of Bristol!โ€ย Had to laugh about the perceived strictness of an obnoxious aging school teacher, and feel I should explain. While Devizine does offer local news subjects, since lockdown weโ€™ve blown up our border control and now rampage internationally when it comes to featuring arts and music. So, it makes hide nor hair what side of Bristol you come from, or even if you come from Bristol Connecticut, if I like it or I think my readers will, Iโ€™ll mention it, and despite the title,ย Boring, yeah, I do.

Seems weโ€™re alike, Nigel, least in the concept donโ€™t judge a book by its cover, because this nugget of quirky art-pop reminds me of Talking Heads and is far from boring. Nigel explained the meaning, โ€œ[itโ€™s] written after spending time with people who only seem to like the sound of their own voice – warning, I may be one of them!โ€ Yep, me too. But if weโ€™re not one of them, we all know one who is.

โ€œThe song started off as a Stones/Pistols rant,โ€ he continued, โ€œand has developed into a soft indie rock stomp, with an added lyrical twist at the end.โ€

Itโ€™s the first single from a forthcoming album,ย Hello Mystery, which I think we need to review nearer the time. Until then, thatโ€™s my song of the day, very good, carry onโ€ฆ.


Song of the Day 22: Kiano Taylee

Can you go twice on our Song of the Day feature? No, certainly not, one shot is all, get over it!

Wha? Cabin fever, me? Getting tetchy, perpetual rain the only visible sign of spring, going to need Google maps to locate my local pub if it ever gets back to normal, whatever normal is, been so long, forgotten, might need retraining in how to order a pint… ah, okay, point taken. I’m calm….

Here we go with the brilliant Big Ship Alliance reggae band, who may’ve had a Song of Day before but hey, when you hear this you’ll realise why I’m making the exception to my steadfast iron ruling.

My Life, it’s called, featuring Mitchell Joseph Thompson, and the Alliance introduces us to the incredible Kiano Taylee. At 13, it’s an emotive and sentimental debut single, capturing teenage anguish, bullying and family issues which bear heavy on modern youth. Moving stuff.

Available for download here.

For the record, I was young once too, you know. But, don’t let me get started on my memoirs, it’s a longwinded tale of nothingness but reading the Beano and eating spaghetti hoops. But, that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on…..


Song of the Day 22: Lady Nade

A tad shocked my car fluked its way through its MOT today, first time. Going on the theory good luck is a positive virus, maybe I should get a lottery ticket.

It’s your lucky day too, Song of the Day needs no introduction; Lady Nade, ’nuff said?

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on…..


Song of the Day 21: Andy J Williams

Ever just float around your favourite social media site with no objective in mind, to unexpectedly find something which pounces on you as utterly brilliant, and wonder why you’ve not heard about it before?

Took a second of watching this to establish it’s one of those rare occasions, and not just a pointless scrolling exercise for your index finger. You know the kind, where you only see your mate’s unappealing dinner, a wonky, windup political opinion, or video of a young prankster posing as a magician hoaxing eye candy on a Florida beach.

Took a further second to confirm it’s not to be confused with senior easy listening giant, Andy Williams, rather an indie-pop Bristol-based singer-songwriter namesake, but with an added middle J, a penchant for a funky riff and eye for a beguiling tune.

Check this cracking danceable video out, where one could ponder if the middle J stands for “Jacko!”

Not that I’m usually one to allow a cracking video convince me, even with dancing stormtroopers. So, you should note, he’s on his third album “Buy all the $tuff,” of which you can, here. I’m reckoning I need a window to review this fully in the near future. For now it came as big as a nice surprise as spotting an unidentified circular yellow object in the sky this morning, for a near halfhour! Amazing.

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on…..


Song of the Day 20: Darling Boy

Self-taught multi-instrumentalist, singer and actor, Darling Boy, aka Alexander Gold adds reminisces about his game childhood with this video for his new single “Tea Drinkers of the World.” An unusual move for this brand of indie-pop, but a colourful and entertaining 16-bit retro game fashioned video; enjoy.

And that’s my song for the day. Stream it here. Facebook here. Very good. Carry on….


Song of the Day 18: The Lost Trades

If you’ve not heard of The Lost Trades before, you must be new to Devizine! Not a problem, we welcome newbies with open arms.

For further information we have a search bar, use it!There are plenty of archived features on The Lost Trades, Phil Cooper, Jamie R Hawkins and Tamsin Quin: enough for Devizine to be an official fan club! These Song of the Day posts are brief and are not intended to be full reviews.

They’re also about introducing you to artists we’ve not, or hardly ever mentioned much of before. Today’s case differs.

I should explain, we’ve followed the individual careers of this local vocal harmony trio since the website’s creation, and they’re three out of many in through doing this, have become personal friends.

Naturally, there’s a danger to the bias of honest criticism in a reviewer befriending the creators; mainstream artists use “enemy” as a term to describe NME journalists.

Although they’re aware I’d be critical if there was ever anything to be critical about, this is also, never a problem, because, simply, the awkward situation never arises.

Partly, I believe, this is because Devizine isn’t a job, it’s a hobby, and if I thought for a second I’ll unjustly slag anyone off for kicks, then the whole objective of it is compromised. Though it’s a delicate balance to provide honest content and maintain relationships with the talented subjects, there’s no reason to wreck a career, and I’d sooner avoid scribbling anything on the matter at all.

The fact if you do search for the Lost Trades or the musicians which make the trio up, you’ll find a fair amount of matter on the subject, can therefore mean only one thing: there never is a problem because they’re genuinely awesome, and this would still be the case even if they hated my guts. Which I’m not ruling out, but suspect it’s unlikely; least I can hope for is they think I’m a headcase. A friendly headcase, but a headcase nonetheless!

Still, it’s a great song, as ever, with a fascinating homemade video fusing Jamie’s enthusiasm for stop motion animation. Get it here.

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on….


Song of the Day 16: Blondie & Ska

If you came here looking for an original song by upcoming hopefuls, look away. Chippenham’s Blondie & Ska may not be groundbreaking or looking for a mainstream recording contract, a Blondie tribute act who fuse ska and Two-Tone classics into their repertoire, but what they do they do with a barrel load of lively fun. And, in a nutshell, lively carefree fun is the backbone of ska.

Heores of the live stream currently, booking Blondie & Ska for a party or pub gig in the future, and you can gurantee, if fussy music devotees tut, the majority will be up dancing. For this reason enough, I blinking love this duo, but that alone is plentiful. Like their Facebook page for details of future free streams, it’s an entertaining, unpretentious show.

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on….


Song of the Day 15: The Emertarians

Anytime is a good time for some roots reggae, Sunday morning, doublely so.

Enter one of my favourite current reggae bands, from Madrid, the Emertarians.

They always remind me of an occasion, at a festival in Andalusia. I watched this great French reggae band. The slighty rotound frontman looked rather like the late, great Jacob Miller. After the performance I noted he was standing close to me, watching the following act. I went over in hope of telling him how much I enjoyed their music, praying they spoke English.

I momentarily regretted my school French lessons, which I spent making homemade comics out of text books, as he replied with an adamant no upon asking if he spoke English.

All the vocabulary my intoxicated mind could conjour was “tres bien,” so I repeated it perpetually in true Del-Boy fashion!

Otherwise the meeting was the awkward silence of communication breakdown, in which I suspected they thought I was completely nuts. Not so far from the truth.

So, I namedropped Jacob Miller and suddenly we had understanding and mutual respect for the man. My point is, sometimes the Emertarians sing in Spanish and sometimes English, often the Spanish ones more emotive, but reggae has no language barriers, because it’s spiritual meaning and uplifting ambiance is universal. As with the French Jacob Miller-alike, we were on the same song sheet….

Naturally at that conjunction, I rolled a joint.

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on….


Song of the Day 13: Antoine & Owena

Congratulations go to folk duo Antonie & Owena for winning the G.S.M.C award for Best Album this year. Yet it’s not their first award, winning best duo at last year’s GSMC, and others. Here’s Something Out of Nothing, which I think explains all you need to know about how and why they won it!

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on….


Song of the Day 12: Darla Jade

Even portions of expressive contemporary pop, the ambience of post-goth and downtempo electric blues of trip hop makes this Staffordshire singer, Darla Jade really someone to watch. With a haunting uniqueness about her voice and style, there’s shards of Evanescence fused with Beth Orton. It’s somehow individually chartable but would also appease alternative rock or goth aficionados alike.

Subscribe to her YouTube channel, hear her own stamp on Radiohead’s Creep, and realise, her talent is so very special.

And that’s my song for the day. Very good. Carry on….


Song the Day 9: Emily Lockett

Facebook memories posts a year ago this week we rocked up in the Celler Bar raising money for the Waiblingen Way Fire fund, and makes me stops and think about the years I’ve been smashing out articles on Devizine. So many artists and bands we’ve mentioned, I rarely forget about them, this one I admit I nearly did. Most likely because I didn’t get the opportunity to attend Stoke-on-Trent’s teenage country sensation Emily Lockett’s gig at Dean’s Country Club, then operating at Devizes Cons Club, later at the Cavalier.

So, nice as it is to discover new talent, equally important is to recap. Emily must be nearing her twenties now, and as a musical prodigy from aged 5, her expertise shines through in a matured sense now. This track, Front Porch says it all.

And that’s my song of the day for today.

Very good. Carry on….


Song of the Day 4: Girls Go Ska

Hi, yeah s’me, keeping up the Song of the Day feature like dedication was as word I know the definition of!

No excuses not to, I mean I am of the generation when Roy Castle clasped his trumpet weekly, ready for the signing off of “Record Breakers.” No, it’s not a euthanasim, Google it whippersnappers.

Might also explain my fondness for brass. Brass is class, and a vital element of ska. Yep, four tunes in and I couldn’t resist sharing some ska with you.

It’s a commonly misguided notion that ska is a retrospective cult here in England. It tends to convey a bygone era of Two-Tone records, boots and braces.

Yet today, while said stereotype has a grounding, ska is an international phenomenon, particularly in South America. I did write a piece about this region’s love for ska, and how it’s roots out of Jamaica bare a different tale from our own.

To show you how fresh it can be elsewhere in the world, and it’s not a reminiscence for a
load of overweight balding pensioners as perceived in the UK, here’s all-female bar one Mexican band, Girls Go Ska, who I’m secretly in love with, (so secret they don’t even know themselves….until they use Google translate!) doing an instrumental jam.

Girls and ska; what’s not to like? Have a lovely rest of your day. Very good. Carry on….


  • Jamsters Festival at The Southgate

    January last year, The Southgate Inn Devizes announced Jamsters, a monthly Friday night platform for loose groupings and associations created at their regular jam sessions each Wednesday. On Sunday 2nd August they’ll be celebrating by bringing some of them together for the first Jamsters free festival, aptly, at the Southgateโ€ฆ

    A spokesperson for the inn said, โ€œevery great music community needs somewhere to begin. For countless musicians across Wiltshire, that place has been The Southgate.โ€

    The Southgate’s Wednesday night jam sessions have been running regularly since Dave & Deborah took over the pub in 2018. It offered a secure space where people of all ages and abilities can come to play and sing.

    โ€œThese weekly sessions have become far more than an acoustic jam,โ€ they say, โ€œthey’ve birthed enduring friendships, inspired songwriting partnerships and helped musicians find the confidence to take their music beyond the pubโ€™s walls to perform full-length gigs, either as soloists or in bands.โ€ย 

    And I know this to be true. I’ve been to a few, though being unable to hold a note, I reject and quiver in fear of any offers of so much as a tambourine! I just love the comradeship, the communal feeling, and the way they take turns to lead, and the improv singalong becomes something magical.ย 

    From 12pm onwards on Sunday 2nd August The Southgate presents a lineup of local talent, solo artists who cut their teeth at these sessions, and groups which formed through it.

    Pat Ward and Ben Borrillโ€™s celebrated covers duo Matchbox Mutiny and Gordon Thompson and Tim French’s duo Painted by Numbers, both play, along with soloists like the incredible Vince Bell, one third Lost Trade and local legend Jamie R Hawkins, this year’s wonderful breakthrough singer-songwriter Sammi Evans, the lovable Tom Harris, and Byran Davis, a new name to me, but when I get there I predict I’ll say something like, โ€œoh, hey, I do know you,โ€ because that’s the way things roll around here!!

    Worthy to note, the lineup is far from the be-all-and-end-all of musicians who’ve been helped by these sessions, but it’s certainly an incentive to get down the Gate, if not just on Sunday 2nd August but anytime for their non-stop musical programme. As if we needed an incentive!!

    โ€œIt’s about celebrating the pub that quietly made so much of it possible,โ€ they say. โ€œIt’s about recognising the importance of grassroots venues at a time when so many are disappearing.โ€

    Yeah, I’m down with that. Particularly when I pause to reminisce on all the brilliant nights we’ve had there, dancing around George the pub dog as he naps front and centre of the performers! Long live The Southgate and those jammy Jamsters; I wish I could hold a note, I canโ€™t even grip fully onto a tenner before the kids swipe it from my hands!!ย 


  • Ruby Darbyshire & Devizes Cafe Nero Wins Poppy Campaign Award

    As if we required proof that Ruby Darbyshire is loved by all, today she was asked to play her pipes by the war veterans in Devizes at Cafe Nero in the Brittox and received an unexpected awardโ€ฆ.

    Congratulations to branch manager of Neros, Rachel Shotter, who received an award for the help she has given to the Poppy Campaign in Devizes over the years; Ruby thought she was only there to help celebrate by playing her bagpipes.ย 

    Ruby’s father Brian Darbyshire said โ€œwhat she didn’t know was that she was also getting an award for her contributions of support.โ€

    This follows from the Royal British Legion Devizes Branch Annual Poppy Awards Ceremony at the Wyvern Theatre in June.ย 

    Well done, Ruby; we won’t stop praising you until you win the Mercury Music Prize!ย 


  • Donovan or Donoless, Fulltone Festival is a Cake Tray!

    Images by Gail Foster

    Regretfully I must report that due to a personal issue Jason Donovan is unable to sing at Devizes’ Fulltone Festival this afternoon. But all in attendance yesterday will be aware, if Jason was a cherry on the cake, Fulltone is not one big cake. Fulltone is an industrial sized tray of cherry bakewells and each individual cake has its own cherryโ€ฆ..

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    If a tray of bakewells required one chief cherry, it would be the fellow with the most familiar parietal lobe in Devizes, Anthony Brown, conductor of the FullTone Orchestra, delicately or furiously waving his baton around for hours, as the mood of the music requires! Or it could also be his wife, Jemma, who miraculously finds time off from promoting and marketing this grand show to sing at it too. But a tray of bakewells does not have a chief cherry, each individual cherried cake must be credited and praised for what is one of the most magnificent shows this side of Barnard’s Star.ย 

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    There’s one violinist who reminds me of Chris Kamara, but unfamiliar with all the names of this seventy-piece orchestra, each and everyone of them are cherries! And their combined efforts is what makes Fulltone so tasty. To them, and every volunteer, well done and thank you, for, from start to finish, Saturday was totally and unequivocally magical.ย 

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Social media posting expected today, or thoughtless clickbait headlines, casting opinions on Fulltone whether or not they attended! The move to Park Farm I suspect will be under scrutiny, particularly by those who once makeshift their own free party by pitching up by the exterior fence. Transport issues with the times of the shuttle bus might rightfully be criticised, and for an event dedicated to its town, its regularity might need evaluating for future years; teething troubles. But with the campsite option, the Fulltone Festival 26 is more accessible to a wider audience, and folk from afar communally rubbed shoulders with dedicated Devizons for a series of showstoppers back-to-back, heralding a new chapter for Fulltone.

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Social media can be toxic, Park Farm is where you must be to assess this. And should you require an example, let’s take the grand finale of Saturday night. That iconic stage, like a giant sky-reaching gothic church window, barely shaded partygoers from the heatwave, as Two-Tone tribute Mostly Madness did what it said on their tin. With emphasis on the trombone player rather than the singer, it was an incredibly lively show of second gen ska, and went down a treat. Then the orchestra came out, glittered up, with a rendition of Fatboy Slim’s Right Here, Right Now, but rather than the repetitive sample which mightโ€™ve been acceptable in the nineties, a young guy, conveniently called Guy I believe, interpreted a rap over it; and it was sublime.

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    The stage was set for a number of club classics, each with a different singer, as Devizes-own smiley BBC legend James Threlfall prepared his decks for a “large” mix continuing the club classic theme. What was earlier a stage wonderfully reciting the classical themes of John Williamsโ€™ Star Wars was now a pumping house festival, where the exhausted orchestra took a hydration break. But this was not the grand finale, only near to it in timings.

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Now the orchestra came back out. James remained on the decks providing the beat, the orchestra played the melodies over it, Rozella came out too, glittering, and they did a few more vocal club classics, using Guy to rap Snapโ€™s Rhythm is a Dancer. Then, a singer from the orchestra backed her with her most memorable hit Everybodyโ€™s Free. This was my personal favourite thing ever to happen at a FullTone Festival, as sparks of the fondest memories flooded my neurons, aided by a Muck & Dunder Bajan rum punch, and we danced like there was no tomorrow, even though there was and FullTone continues today!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    For an Uncle Albert perspective, back in the day, โ€œwhen I was in the rave,โ€ house, jungle, techno and all other subgenres were virtually the same shebang, or at least their roots were bundled together. The only divide was songs for cheesy clubbers, aching for the commercialisation of rave culture, and those for the โ€œhardcoreโ€ free party people illegally raving in some field or other. Then there were those songs which transcended that boundary, that appeased whatever side of the fence you sat on, and in 1991, Rozellaโ€™s uplifting piano-breaking anthem was โ€œthe one.โ€

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    But, looking at the faces of those dancing to it last night, my personal significance mattered not a stitch, as for many 1991 is a page in a history book. Still, I couldnโ€™t have imagined this โ€œthrowaway musicโ€ would ever become classed as โ€œclassics,โ€ as they relished every second of it as much as me, and the few other matured ravers!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    For those younger, 1991 was not a live music era, it was governed by DJ culture. I didn’t know (much care) what Rozalla looked like, but as she sang on that stage, she looked and performed as beautifully as I could’ve ever imagined. In some vague similarity, The Wurzels seemingly did too!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Imagine, if you will, the most unlikely break between sections of the Proms, but, as we’re West Country, the glove fitted with danceable jollity. Professionally accomplished, where age didn’t seem to come into it, and I am a Cider Drinker encouraged a bra to be thrown in their general direction, the Wurzels were expectantly brilliant!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    The Kaiser Chief’s Ruby Ruby perhaps not as apt as other pop hits they’ve covered, and the encore Combined Harvester had the techno remix backing, which would’ve been acceptable in 1992, but I take into consideration their ages and if it had to be the last song, they were likely completely knackered by the end of it. They put in the shift, with hilarious banter and skilled scrumpy & western, as those bumpkin legends were the making of it.ย 

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    There were parts I regret I missed, such as the orchestra playing a Queen set; it sounded smashing though, as I rushed carefully back across the dual carriageway, assuming the last thing folk want to see driving home is a milkman as roadkill. Too conveniently located to home, I nipped back for my dinner and a spray of Lynx!

    But, John Williams, the whole Star Wars catalogue, made me remember why we were there, for the grandness of this orchestra, for the experience of this conglomerative of excellence, for the acoustics of ye gods running through you, and for the institution the FullTone Festival has become; and Iโ€™m not even a cherry bakewell kinda guy, Iโ€™m more brownie!!


  • Strange Days Indeed, at The Barge on HoneyStreet

    Earthlings and all other organic lifeforms with a taste for the occult, fortean and generalย  weirdness are heading to The Barge at HoneyStreet the first weekend of September for the return of Strange Days Festival. You risk spontaneous combustion if you donโ€™t tooโ€ฆ.

    If you felt an alien autopsy, some alpine shape-shifters or the neohermetic order of Kyballic philosophy were unfortunately missing from your usual festival haunts, this might just be for you and your spirit guide.ย ย ย 

    A wildly Wyrd weekend specially crafted for fans of forteana and unexplained phenomena, Strange Days covers the entire weekend with weirdness, esteemed speakers, cosmic cabaret, and some mindblowing music. As of last year, the most powerful tractorbeam musically arrives from intergalactic visitors Henge, with their jazzy psychedelic space-rock rave everyone wants to be abducted by.

    Star of the hidden camera prank show Trigger Happy TV, the man with the giant phone Dom Jolly also headlines, and thereโ€™s an array of speakers, and other bands, including Calneโ€™s own masters of comedic metal, the chelonaphobic Real Cheesemakers, who might/might not play from inside the belly of a sperm whale.

    Indie experimentalists Quatermass III are also playing, known for blending glam-tinged experimentalism, “folk-horror” themes, and electronic textures. And Novum Wo, an experimental electronic artist blending distorted glitch, IDM, and sample-based sounds with Medieval, Arthurian, and contemporary industrial aesthetics.

    Thereโ€™s the unmistakable band Dogshow, on a voyage to explore how music can be experienced differently, by traversing genre-fluid astral planes whilst dressed as poodles. The Quantum Mechanicsโ€™ paranormal podcasters go live, Bob Fischer and Stephen Brotherstone resurrect all your disturbed childhood TV memories simultaneously, while Jonathan Downes goes on the trail of Mexican Vampires, and past president of the British UFO Research Association Lionel Fanthorpe talks about close encounters.

    Iโ€™d like to say Iโ€™m only dipping my little toe into the dark waters of Strange Days, as thereโ€™s so much more to discover, but the minds of the followers of the event might meander onto the argument itโ€™s a vestigial structure, leftover from our tree-dwelling ancestors, while podiatrists interject, maintaining the little toe is still functional and significantly aids in balance and weight-bearing, and weโ€™ll have a battle of medical curiosities on our multi-fingered, prehensile organs.

    Strange Days is on the weekend of the 4th-6th September, when the nights draw in, and we get closer to the spirit world. Itโ€™s at the Barge at HoneyStreet so itโ€™d be rude not to camp, which is included in the ticket. Tickets are a 130 of your Earth coins, with discounted rates for kids. From HERE and beyondโ€ฆโ€ฆ


  • Fortnightly Banking Drop-in Sessions Replaces Devizesโ€™ Lloydsโ€ฆ.

    No smiling faces in this snap! Our MP Brian Matthew met with representatives from Lloyds Bank yesterday to raise concerns about the closure of the branch in Devizes. Get in Brian, but it looks like we’ll be returning to the era of stuffing our cash into mattresses againโ€ฆ.

    Brian said he โ€œdiscussed the impact on vulnerable customers who may need extra support with their banking and on local businesses for whom a local branch is helpful.โ€

    Lloyds explained they are going to provide a fortnightly drop-in session to assist their customers with banking queries. They have also promised to ensure customers are aware of and supported through the transition. Hello? This is Devizes; expect fortnightly queues!

    Have you ever tried to train a pensioner how to online bank?! It took me five years to show my mum how Facebook works!

    We’ve come to the point where you’re made to feel guilty paying with cash, as the shop worker thrusts their card reader in your face. I’ve just about sussed online banking. It’s those pesky parking meters that send me into all kinds of flustered senior moments.

    If we must face a cashless society, can we not wait for a generation to pass? It isn’t fair on them. I’d like to send these young entrepreneurs a hundred years ahead in time and ask them to work out quantum web diagnostics in fourth dimensional realities… or some other Dr Who type malarkey!

    A charity trustee stated how important the branch is for depositing regular cash collections. โ€œOnce the branch has gone, it will mean travelling to a Lloyds branch in another town,โ€ they expressed their concern. โ€œSmall businesses, clubs, charities still deal in cash and need the convenience and security of a local branch.โ€

    Another comment said you need a branch for registering a lasting power of attorney, as you cannot do that online and must rely on the postal service. Well, I say that’s risking it a bit; can’t even get Auntie Doris’s birthday card delivered within a six month schedule!

    Others have suggested a banking hub for all major banks. But yeah, that takes a united community effort; I’ll wait!

    โ€œI will be following up to ensure this happens,โ€ Brian concluded about the fortnightly drop-ins and promises of training customers. โ€œI will also be looking into access to cash in the town to ensure there is still sufficient provision for those who prefer to pay in this way.โ€

    I’m glad we voted in this guy, he da man, but for now, it looks like the future of traditional banking is doomed here in Devizes. What’s that under your matress, Auntie Doris?!


  • โ€œGaslightโ€ at The Mission Theatre, Bath, July 8th-11th 2026

    by Ian Diddams

    images by Michael Stevens โ€“ Pharos Photography

    Shakespeare is credited as having introduced around 1,700 words into the English language, and several hundred phrases and idioms. This practise of word invention was not however unique to Shakespeare, or that late 16th Century periodโ€ฆ A play written in 1938, by Patrick Hamilton, was not only popular amongst theatre goers but its name became a by-word for marital deceit, trickery and mental abuse. The play was named โ€œGaslight.”

    Google and Wikipedia will fill in the plot synopsis but as per our use of the verb โ€œto gaslightโ€ in English, the play revolves around the mental abuse of Bella Manningham by her husband, Jack Manningham โ€“ an upper middle-class couple – as he undermines her self-confidence and sanity with a plan to send her to a lunatic asylum.

    Next Stage Theatre Company present Hamiltonโ€™s disturbingly engaging play at the Mission Theatre, Bath this week. The cast deliver a tense, gripping performance over two and half hours plus interval, and every character is ideally presented. With a little over twenty-four hoursโ€™ notice, due to cast sickness, Sam Fynn stepped in to play the villain of the piece, Jack. Itโ€™s testament to his skill and ability that his performance was all but perfect.

    Antonia White played the down trodden, abused target of Jackโ€™s gaslighting, and her portrayal of the victimโ€™s descent into self-doubt and loss of sanity is indeed harrowing โ€“ so much so, that at one moment I felt genuine compassion to โ€œBellaโ€ as she stood just a yard from me looking so confused, withdrawn and psychologically beaten.

    The supporting cast were no less excellent. Mayur Bhatt, a Next Stage regular, presented Rough, the former Inspector as a perfect foil to Bellaโ€™s confusion. His level headed, intense but kind persona, not lacking a little humour, was ideal to help at times relieve the gut churning story unfolding before us. He represents a far lower middle-class character, transcending the gap between the master and mistress of the house with their two working class servants.

    Ananda Rhodes played Elizabeth a long standing and loyal housekeeper who is Bellaโ€™s only friend, with demure touches really underlying a servantโ€™s position who has no power, no control but is desperately trying to help. Their relationship blurs the lines of Victorian society at its edges, a state that Jack not only notes but berates Bella for as part of his controlling actions.

    In total contrast the young house maid, Nancy, is no follower of standard protocolsโ€ฆ she uses the front door of the house; she is hugely passive aggressive towards her mistress and desires and makes herself available to her master. Her surly nature contrasts with Elisabethโ€™s deference perfectly. James Hacker and Oliver Manners complete the cast with cameo roles as Roughโ€™s โ€œmuscleโ€.This entire cast work seamlessly together with fully believable characters, all tied together by director Claire Rumball (also set design) and her team Oliver Manners and James Hacker as stage management. Tech is delightfully delivered โ€“ including of course dimming and raising gaslights โ€“ by Kris Nuttall and Andy Punt on lighting and Andy also on sound. The thoroughly delightful costumes arranged by Ness Bishop.

    The show however is so far more than just a story of a married coupleโ€™s relationship. Its also more subtly a commentary on Victorian โ€“ and no doubt 1930s when this was written โ€“ society and its mores and attitudes. Whilst being a kindly uncle type figure, Rough himself demonstrates some patriarchal traits, and Nancyโ€™s surly and disrespectful outlook clashes with every other characterโ€™s social reserve, even Jack who himself merely maintains a social status quo in his household.And ultimately the play provides huge passive-aggression and irony in its final scenes, over the finessing of Bellaโ€™s โ€œmadnessโ€, First by Rough to Jack, and then ultimately Bella to her husband, who deliciously turns the tables on him when he believes momentarily that she will aid him in escaping Roughโ€™s clutches and thus the hangmanโ€™s noose.Come and see โ€œGaslightโ€, played in the round at The Mission Theatre, Bath this week. You will not be disappointed โ€“ tickets from https://www.missiontheatre.co.uk/tickets?category=Gaslight

  • Bird is The Word Caged! Trowbridge’s New Music Venue Coming Soon

    It looks like fowlers have finally caught them! I mean, wildly flying around, daytime clubbing, karaoke cavorting, supporting and promoting local live music, who does that?!ย 

    Cracking Pair Claire and Chloe Grist do. They set up the Facebook page, Bird is the Word to promote the local music scene. May last year saw them putting gigs on at Bradford-on-Avon’s Boathouse and running a daytime clubbing experience at The Exchange in Devizes.

    But it’s been more a case of โ€œmum’s the wordโ€ since May, when they first flashed their phones at me, showing off the shiny new logo for an even more exciting project, The Birdhouse.ย 

    If I’ve been a good boy and kept my cakehole schtum, now I can reveal that they’ve only gone and teamed up with the former operator of The Boathouse and director of SD Hospitality Management Ltd, Sam Dean, nabbed the vacant Sir Issac Pitman building on Trowbridgeโ€™s Market Street and plan to open The Birdhouse, a new music venue; ding dong!

    Passed it this morning and took a snap, being the logo is up there, looking rather catching. There’s a private ‘soft’ launch on Thursday 16th July, andย  the Mayor officially opens the new venue at 6pm on Friday 17th, with all guns blazing by 8:30 when Trowbridge punkers Brakelight will be the first band to grace The Birdhouse stage.

    We hope itโ€™ll be a historic moment and wish Sam, Claire and Chloe all the best for the venture. Wiltshire is bucking the unfortunate reality of music venue closures, and Trowbridge is at the heart of it.ย 

    You might remember the building being used as a Wetherspoons until it closed nine years ago; small mercies! We think it’s fantastic to see an independent establishment going into its place, and can not wait to party with Bird is The Word!


  • Deadlight Dance New Single & Video

    New single from our gothic duo Deadlight Dance, taken from Marchโ€™s album Vox Populiโ€ฆ.

    Second tune on the album, a ballad to the poisonous evergreen shrub Daphne odora, which I classed as โ€œa poignant plodding shoegazer.โ€ The video looks very botanical and outdoorsy, I hope those goths wore sunscreen! Brilliant no-AI video, created by Haunting the Atom; fill your metal buckled chrome studded bootsโ€ฆโ€ฆ

    Oh, and find them doing it at The White Bear, Devizes on Sunday..


  • Who’s Lovin a Devizes McDonalds and Tesco?

    For what it’s worth, I’m impartial to the prospect of McDonalds, Tesco too. I’ve got viewpoints to waffle endlessly with no real conclusion, if you’ve nothing more important to be getting on with, but I’m certainly not all-out โ€œlovinโ€™ itโ€….

    The initial article announcing the McDonald’s proposal in Bishop’s Cannings was a rush job, to beat the stream of social media. Now I can reflect, provide an opinion piece, you might be surprised. Especially as I hinted I was in favour because it would bring employment, particularly for our younger residents; mud sticks!

    Someone submitted their objection, spoke of it on Facebook with an accompanying comment they tagged me in: โ€œdon’t shoot me Darren Worrow!” Perhaps they mistook the term โ€œdrive-thruโ€ for โ€œdrive-byโ€ for which my little knowledge from American movies suggests two entirely different things! I’m certainly not going to shoot anyone, and pray no one returns fire!

    Here we go, dispelling myths and hearsays about the golden arches, their global ethical ethos and the redevelopment proposals here, in my own special manner, and purely for your amusement only. Repeat after me, I’m not a councillor!! Imagine thoughโ€ฆ.

    The food is rubbish!

    That’s subjective or at least debatable, surely? As the advert suggests, some people love that frightfully processed, calorie-dense, diabetes welcoming shit, and will queue all day in their cars for it. If they want to eat foam burgers, battery farmed chicken offcuts and offal, that’s their prerogative, and they will if you object or not. Itโ€™s the pickles they tend not to like and launch them from their car windows in some kind of pickle protest; but they are pigeon-friendly and biodegradable.

    The company has made strides in responsible sourcing, apparently, but the nutritional value remains equal to eating a mattress. The โ€œOโ€ in a โ€œFillet O Fishโ€ stands for โ€œoh, did it really come out of the sea?โ€ when allegedly it did, but so do old wellington boots from time to time. Can you point out where the McNuggets are located on a chicken?!ย 

    Expect a rise in obesity in Devizes!

    Hello to the terminally bewildered! Our kebab shops sell โ€œdonor meat and chips,โ€ because โ€œsalad is for lightweights.โ€ For the gentlemen with a larger appetite I’ve watched them squeeze an XXL kebab into a 12โ€ pizza box, for crying out loud into a bag of statins.

    McDonalds might not be much better, but no worse, and definitely less on portion size. Though both these first two points worryingly open Pandora’s box; how ethical McDonalds is.

    McDonalds is unethical!

    Unfortunately, you are right, any “restaurantโ€ chain which over-packages its products even if you eat inside has a dinosaur-sized environmental footprint; bring back Wimpy, they served you with a plate, what is so wrong with a plate these days?!

    The company pledges to reduce carbon emissions and achieve deforestation-free beef sourcing, but can something on the sheer scale of McDonaldsโ€™ global supply chain ever really avoid widespread pollution and deforestation, and how hard does it really try to in Trump’s America? Awl, the dribble from that bastard’s gobshite damped his cardboard straw.

    Yet, these are global issues which the McDonald’s Corporation must improve, while weโ€™re on about having one in our town, in a country where thereโ€™s already over 1,500 locations, and being thereโ€™s not one east of Devizes for some considerable distance, you know their application will be granted somewhere, if not here. Unlike their plastics, which is a โ€œdump,โ€ rejecting this is a โ€œdropโ€ in the ocean, and the only thing youโ€™ll achieve will be Devizes folk shit out of their McFlurry, and having to drive to the Sham.

    Sadly, deflecting a global corporation by rejecting one store is putting a plaster on a severed limb.

    They exploit their staff!

    Again, globally yeah. Long-standing labour disputes and lawsuits regarding low wages and poor working conditions are plentiful. Iโ€™d argue thatโ€™s the world the low-skilled worker lives in, unfortunately. The economy relies on companies taking the piss, and I donโ€™t recall a company Iโ€™ve ever worked for, large or local, who havenโ€™t taken the piss and been generally ignorant to their staffโ€™s concerns, to be frank.

    They will, and Tesco too, however, create new and stable jobs here, and in doing so, employ younger people, which, aside from unethical practices, isnโ€™t necessarily a bad thing. Let’s not forget those franchise delivery companies might develop, also creating jobs and delivering for our local takeaways too; nobody says Just Eat in Devizesโ€ฆ. yet!!

    Hey kids, welcome to the world of work, expect to be exploited, but let it be a lesson, as youโ€™ll delightfully discover the chances of the same crap happening wherever you work is more likely than it is not! It’s the British way! Keep calm, tip your cap when the boss passes and carry on.

    It’s unsightly and lowers the tone of the town!

    No, it really doesn’t, at least no more than the aesthetics of the industrial estate. We have beautiful rolling downs stretching for miles to Beckhampton, it is a breathtaking drive but when you get to Devizes itโ€™s over and the practicality of civilisation has to begin somewhere.ย 

    Seeing a Maccy Dโ€™s is standard issue now. No posh couple intending to spend a small fortune in our antiques shops are going to yell, โ€œoh my! They’ve got a McDonalds, George! Turn the car around quickly!!!โ€ Because nearly every other town has one, there is no escape.

    The area will be littered!

    It always amazes me that McDonalds has brought about this bizarre etiquette in other fast food chains too, that customers actually clear away the piles of litter they produce, as no other “restaurant” customers do this. That is why we need this branch to be โ€œeat-in,โ€ and avoid the โ€œdrive-thruโ€ concept as much as possible, because that is when litter unfortunately becomes an issue.

    Sadly, to see McDonalds packaging jettisoned from a car window abandoned on our roads is more commonplace than seeing a fox or badger at night; but that might be more to do with posh country pricks not hunting Big Mac boxes to extinction.

    Iโ€™m of the theory, this is done by younger people, borrowing mumโ€™s car, and they donโ€™t want her to know theyโ€™ve wasted fuel driving all the way to the Sham purely for a Maccy Ds, so they uncaringly dump that crap out of the window. I cannot see any other logical reason for doing it, then again logic might not play a part in their justifications.

    Therefore, the lesser the drive, the more convenient it is to eat in, stay in the carpark where there are bins provided, or to find a bin, by my thinking. So, a McDonalds closer might not increase littering, it might actually help.

    That’s the town centre doomed!

    This is where I imagine being at a party and the conversation thus: โ€œoh, how terribly rude of me. You guys haven’t met before? Well, let me introduce you. Devizes, this is the 21st century. 21st century, this is Devizes!โ€

    Get off your high horses. Unless you came into town to buy a sponge burger wrapped in more pointless packaging than an entire new kitchen, itโ€™s not going to impact the few coffee houses and charity shops we have still standing in the town centre. Devizes is still conservative top-heavy in ethos, I thought we’d welcome unethical, monopolising commercial corporations?!ย 

    Even freewheelling funky Frome has an out of town commercial service area, with golden arches, and Devizes is never going to be as libtard alternative thinking as Frome! It’s happening everywhere, get used to it.

    The old Sommerfield site in the town centre, since Wilko bunked, is one of many redundant shops here. Face reality, no chainstore is going to buy it; the trend is out of town shopping.

    Town centres are now for coffee culture, restaurants, pubs, boutiques, hairdressers and charity shops, and I quite like it like that. I don’t want to see Tesco in town, because that drives people into them more than if they had to hop on a bus. I want indie shops in town, and want to see them supported.

    Tesco didn’t see the offensive repercussions when they said they’re up for joining the abomination, and bid they’d build a superstore roughly two-thirds the size of the one in Trowbridge. Like we’re only two-thirds as important to them as Trowvegas, what an insult!

    It’s kinda like when they build an extra lane on the motorway knowing in a decade they’ll need another. We’ve survived this long without a mega supermarket, on just manky Morrisons and a lonely Lidl. Sainsburys will do, wonโ€™t it? I only ever go into Marks & Sparks for confirmation Iโ€™m a peasant.

    Devizes is expanding without infrastructure improvements; we’ll need bloody motorway services on London Road soon enough, and they come with golden arches as standard!

    Tesco, you fail to remember like a Tory slamming Starmer for Brexit, we HAD a museum piece Tesco back in the year OBP (before Poundland) in which all the nice products you could find in other Tescos, all the good stuff, wasn’t available in the Devizes tiny Tesco, only the shitty nineteen-seventies stuff, to suit the decor.

    We didn’t have a sushi bar, we had a tub of prawn cocktail, we didn’t have luxury jambon, we had tins of Spam, we didn’t have an iPhone section, we had a lift which occasionally worked, and we certainly didn’t have the one thing we really, really need, a petrol station!

    But no, the proposal doesn’t extend to a petrol station; knobjockeys. If you’re gonna do it, Tesco, you could at least go the whole hog. We deserve as much; the kind of supermarket you can get lost in or not at all. Is a little competition to keep fuel price checks healthy too much to ask?! If you want in, Tesco, give us a petrol station in the deal, or bugger โ€˜arf with your fiver meal deals; a cajan chicken wrap, Boost duo and can of Pepsi isn’t a bloody meal anymore than a Big flippinโ€™ Mac!!

    You haven’t even got a conclusion, have you?!

    Looky here, Iโ€™ve calmed! Before moving to Devizes, I lived in both Swindon and Marlborough, for roughly the same length of time. I guesstimate I actually made more visits to McDonalds living in Marlborough, which doesn’t have a McDonalds, than I ever did during my time living in Swindon, which has too many McDonalds to count without taking my socks off. This is because when things like this are on your doorstep it doesn’t mean you use them any more than when theyโ€™re not.

    You take them for granted that they’re within reaching distance, but it doesn’t spur you to reach for them more than when they’re not. In fact, the appeal for something you haven’t got is greater than for something you have. I predict novelty appeal in having a McDonalds in Devizes, but within time it’ll be normalised and the novelty will wear off.

    You know, so many people say to me, โ€œyou’re a sexy beast, Worrow, you know what’s best,โ€ and usually I’d agree, but this one is out of our hands whether we like it or not. So sit back, keep your cobwebbed Clubcard to hand, and face the fate of Devizes head-on, with confidence, and make yours a McHappy meal! Be thankful we might get a McDonalds, but we’re still Reform free!ย 


  • Brian on FullTone Festival

    Our regular historian and Visiting Research Fellow of The Regional History Centre, UWE Bristol, Brian Edwards takes some time to sketch the FullTone Orchestra ahead of next weekend’s festival….

    I was blown away when attending one of the Fulltone Orchestra’s practice sessions today. We know the music is fantastic, we know the line up is pretty cool; but I wasn’t remotely ready for the thrill of being in the practice room when the music started.….

    I wasย supposedlyย there to sketch, but it was ridiculously difficult to focus on the task in hand.ย 

    Attending the two days of the Fulltone Festival is the most fun you can have in Devizes with your clothes on – said someone that won’t now admit saying it. Come to think of it, it probably rivals some of those other times as well.

    Order your tickets now – Fulltone 26 is next weekend!

Song of the Day 3: Harmony

Look, right, I’m not at the top yet, but it’s in clear sight. A round number, of the half century kind, awaits me atop the hill, and there’s no stopping the ride to get off.

I guess reaching these milestone ages causes you to analyse your life somewhat, and if there’s one thing I do know in all my years, it’s that I’ve told some colossal pork pies. Some real stinkers. I don’t know why, other than occupational hazard as a journalist, I’ve no excuses, not one which will wash with you clever lot.

Whether it be for the prestige, the glory, or, sometimes just for the sheer hell of it, just because the golden opportunity arose and I couldn’t stop myself, they just slipped out.

I’m not proud, just saying, you know, get it off my chest. Not compulsively, though, I’d go as far to say the majority of what I say is true.

Why do people say, “I’ll be honest with you…” ? Well duh, I sincerely hope you do anyway, it should go without saying. But the phrase immediately raises the alarm; I’m guessing a whopper is on its way. I never use that phrase on principle. The principle I don’t trust myself to keep to it.

See, what with the whopper, the real damaging kind of fib. I consider my track record on that quite good, I tend to lie to big myself up, but not to put others down. I tend to lie to make light of a situation, rather than darken the notion. I tend not to lie to anyone I trust not to lie to me, and I’ve seen too many of them backfire anyway, so, I’m done with lies, filled my quota but retain decency in not being overly destructive with them; quantity not quality!

And anyway, I don’t lie here, cos I trust you all, I really do. This isnt a tabloid, this is me. Clearly you get what you see, which might be a waffling clown but, hey.

So, Harmony, from Chippenham, on the subject of liars; she’s not singing about me, no sir, not when I say with all the honesty left in me, this young singer-songwriter I’ve discovered via Sheer music, has got something really special. And even if I was lying, which I’m not, I’ve shared the video, to prove it.

And that’s Song of the Day, for the third day. It’s become a popular feature, overnight, honest.

Should you choose to believe that!

Have a lovely rest of your day. Very good. Carry on….

Song of the Day 2: The Big Ship Alliance and Johnny2Bad, featuring Robbie Levi and Stones

Newly-formed just a year ago, this Birmingham-based seven piece reggae band, Big Ship Alliance started out as possibly the only tribute act to reggae legend Freddie McGregor, but on track to record their own material they’ve teamed up with the outstanding UB40 tribute act, Johnny2Bad for this gorgeous topical debut single.

Featuring Robbie Levi and Stones, aside from my love of all things reggae, the song’s positive message of togetherness and unification during this era of the pandemic makes it more than apt for my second “song of the day” post. Though I did say I wasn’t intending to write anything like a review on this feature, just let you enjoy the tunes, and this is kinda heading a little bit “reviewy.” Probably cos it’s such a nice tune.

I also promised not to waffle; but I’m here now. Something about having your cake and eating it goes in rather appropriately at this point!

More so than being my song of the day, I believe this should be, as the Big Ship Alliance say themselves, “the anthem for 2021!”

Determined to make this feature a goer, as of yesterday’s pledge to add a song each day, ingeniously titled “song of the day.” I know, right, it scares me at times, I’ll be honest!

So, enjoy this fantastic tune, let the good vibes roll and have a great rest of the day. Same time tomorrow then?

Very good. Carry on….

Song of the Day 1: Atari Pilot

Irregularly I share a music video to our Facebook page with the status “song of the day,” or week, or whenever, as if it’s a daily occurrence. When the reality is it’s a big, fat fib on my part, it’s only when I happen to find such a video and can be arsed to share it. What-cha gonna do, sue me?

So, just in case your lawyer says you have a case, I thought I’d streamline this sporadic idea for 2021, make it an actual feature on the site rather than a Facebook post, and show off that I know what long words like “sporadic” mean.

Little more gone into it than this, you should be used to it by now. I’m not going to review them, just embed them here for your own appraisal and entertainment purposes. Potentially, it’ll be a groundbreakingily breif post, a simple but effective phenomenon, and something I can do without missing the Simpsons.

The challenge is consistency; whether I actually stick to the idea or, like others, it’ll be a flash in the pan. Who knows, this could be the start of something beautiful, this could be the thing they’re talking about in decades to come. A holographic Ken Bruce could be asking “what was the very first Devizine Song of the Day” in a Pop Master 200 years from now.

And you can answer it with who I bestow this honour, Atari Pilot. They’ll be revelling in the triumph of the hour if it wasn’t lockdown, I bet.

History in the making then, the only issue I foresee is I over-waffle any old crap, which is, incidentally, not what’s happening now and rarely does here; I had to explain myself, didn’t I?

Okay, I get message; here it is then, enjoy the tune, enjoy the rest of your evening. Good job, carry on.


  • Jamsters Festival at The Southgate

    January last year, The Southgate Inn Devizes announced Jamsters, a monthly Friday night platform for loose groupings and associations created at their regular jam sessions each Wednesday. On Sunday 2nd August they’ll be celebrating by bringing some of them together for the first Jamsters free festival, aptly, at the Southgateโ€ฆ

    A spokesperson for the inn said, โ€œevery great music community needs somewhere to begin. For countless musicians across Wiltshire, that place has been The Southgate.โ€

    The Southgate’s Wednesday night jam sessions have been running regularly since Dave & Deborah took over the pub in 2018. It offered a secure space where people of all ages and abilities can come to play and sing.

    โ€œThese weekly sessions have become far more than an acoustic jam,โ€ they say, โ€œthey’ve birthed enduring friendships, inspired songwriting partnerships and helped musicians find the confidence to take their music beyond the pubโ€™s walls to perform full-length gigs, either as soloists or in bands.โ€ย 

    And I know this to be true. I’ve been to a few, though being unable to hold a note, I reject and quiver in fear of any offers of so much as a tambourine! I just love the comradeship, the communal feeling, and the way they take turns to lead, and the improv singalong becomes something magical.ย 

    From 12pm onwards on Sunday 2nd August The Southgate presents a lineup of local talent, solo artists who cut their teeth at these sessions, and groups which formed through it.

    Pat Ward and Ben Borrillโ€™s celebrated covers duo Matchbox Mutiny and Gordon Thompson and Tim French’s duo Painted by Numbers, both play, along with soloists like the incredible Vince Bell, one third Lost Trade and local legend Jamie R Hawkins, this year’s wonderful breakthrough singer-songwriter Sammi Evans, the lovable Tom Harris, and Byran Davis, a new name to me, but when I get there I predict I’ll say something like, โ€œoh, hey, I do know you,โ€ because that’s the way things roll around here!!

    Worthy to note, the lineup is far from the be-all-and-end-all of musicians who’ve been helped by these sessions, but it’s certainly an incentive to get down the Gate, if not just on Sunday 2nd August but anytime for their non-stop musical programme. As if we needed an incentive!!

    โ€œIt’s about celebrating the pub that quietly made so much of it possible,โ€ they say. โ€œIt’s about recognising the importance of grassroots venues at a time when so many are disappearing.โ€

    Yeah, I’m down with that. Particularly when I pause to reminisce on all the brilliant nights we’ve had there, dancing around George the pub dog as he naps front and centre of the performers! Long live The Southgate and those jammy Jamsters; I wish I could hold a note, I canโ€™t even grip fully onto a tenner before the kids swipe it from my hands!!ย 


  • Ruby Darbyshire & Devizes Cafe Nero Wins Poppy Campaign Award

    As if we required proof that Ruby Darbyshire is loved by all, today she was asked to play her pipes by the war veterans in Devizes at Cafe Nero in the Brittox and received an unexpected awardโ€ฆ.

    Congratulations to branch manager of Neros, Rachel Shotter, who received an award for the help she has given to the Poppy Campaign in Devizes over the years; Ruby thought she was only there to help celebrate by playing her bagpipes.ย 

    Ruby’s father Brian Darbyshire said โ€œwhat she didn’t know was that she was also getting an award for her contributions of support.โ€

    This follows from the Royal British Legion Devizes Branch Annual Poppy Awards Ceremony at the Wyvern Theatre in June.ย 

    Well done, Ruby; we won’t stop praising you until you win the Mercury Music Prize!ย 


  • Donovan or Donoless, Fulltone Festival is a Cake Tray!

    Images by Gail Foster

    Regretfully I must report that due to a personal issue Jason Donovan is unable to sing at Devizes’ Fulltone Festival this afternoon. But all in attendance yesterday will be aware, if Jason was a cherry on the cake, Fulltone is not one big cake. Fulltone is an industrial sized tray of cherry bakewells and each individual cake has its own cherryโ€ฆ..

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    If a tray of bakewells required one chief cherry, it would be the fellow with the most familiar parietal lobe in Devizes, Anthony Brown, conductor of the FullTone Orchestra, delicately or furiously waving his baton around for hours, as the mood of the music requires! Or it could also be his wife, Jemma, who miraculously finds time off from promoting and marketing this grand show to sing at it too. But a tray of bakewells does not have a chief cherry, each individual cherried cake must be credited and praised for what is one of the most magnificent shows this side of Barnard’s Star.ย 

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    There’s one violinist who reminds me of Chris Kamara, but unfamiliar with all the names of this seventy-piece orchestra, each and everyone of them are cherries! And their combined efforts is what makes Fulltone so tasty. To them, and every volunteer, well done and thank you, for, from start to finish, Saturday was totally and unequivocally magical.ย 

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Social media posting expected today, or thoughtless clickbait headlines, casting opinions on Fulltone whether or not they attended! The move to Park Farm I suspect will be under scrutiny, particularly by those who once makeshift their own free party by pitching up by the exterior fence. Transport issues with the times of the shuttle bus might rightfully be criticised, and for an event dedicated to its town, its regularity might need evaluating for future years; teething troubles. But with the campsite option, the Fulltone Festival 26 is more accessible to a wider audience, and folk from afar communally rubbed shoulders with dedicated Devizons for a series of showstoppers back-to-back, heralding a new chapter for Fulltone.

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Social media can be toxic, Park Farm is where you must be to assess this. And should you require an example, let’s take the grand finale of Saturday night. That iconic stage, like a giant sky-reaching gothic church window, barely shaded partygoers from the heatwave, as Two-Tone tribute Mostly Madness did what it said on their tin. With emphasis on the trombone player rather than the singer, it was an incredibly lively show of second gen ska, and went down a treat. Then the orchestra came out, glittered up, with a rendition of Fatboy Slim’s Right Here, Right Now, but rather than the repetitive sample which mightโ€™ve been acceptable in the nineties, a young guy, conveniently called Guy I believe, interpreted a rap over it; and it was sublime.

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    The stage was set for a number of club classics, each with a different singer, as Devizes-own smiley BBC legend James Threlfall prepared his decks for a “large” mix continuing the club classic theme. What was earlier a stage wonderfully reciting the classical themes of John Williamsโ€™ Star Wars was now a pumping house festival, where the exhausted orchestra took a hydration break. But this was not the grand finale, only near to it in timings.

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Now the orchestra came back out. James remained on the decks providing the beat, the orchestra played the melodies over it, Rozella came out too, glittering, and they did a few more vocal club classics, using Guy to rap Snapโ€™s Rhythm is a Dancer. Then, a singer from the orchestra backed her with her most memorable hit Everybodyโ€™s Free. This was my personal favourite thing ever to happen at a FullTone Festival, as sparks of the fondest memories flooded my neurons, aided by a Muck & Dunder Bajan rum punch, and we danced like there was no tomorrow, even though there was and FullTone continues today!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    For an Uncle Albert perspective, back in the day, โ€œwhen I was in the rave,โ€ house, jungle, techno and all other subgenres were virtually the same shebang, or at least their roots were bundled together. The only divide was songs for cheesy clubbers, aching for the commercialisation of rave culture, and those for the โ€œhardcoreโ€ free party people illegally raving in some field or other. Then there were those songs which transcended that boundary, that appeased whatever side of the fence you sat on, and in 1991, Rozellaโ€™s uplifting piano-breaking anthem was โ€œthe one.โ€

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    But, looking at the faces of those dancing to it last night, my personal significance mattered not a stitch, as for many 1991 is a page in a history book. Still, I couldnโ€™t have imagined this โ€œthrowaway musicโ€ would ever become classed as โ€œclassics,โ€ as they relished every second of it as much as me, and the few other matured ravers!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    For those younger, 1991 was not a live music era, it was governed by DJ culture. I didn’t know (much care) what Rozalla looked like, but as she sang on that stage, she looked and performed as beautifully as I could’ve ever imagined. In some vague similarity, The Wurzels seemingly did too!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    Imagine, if you will, the most unlikely break between sections of the Proms, but, as we’re West Country, the glove fitted with danceable jollity. Professionally accomplished, where age didn’t seem to come into it, and I am a Cider Drinker encouraged a bra to be thrown in their general direction, the Wurzels were expectantly brilliant!

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    The Kaiser Chief’s Ruby Ruby perhaps not as apt as other pop hits they’ve covered, and the encore Combined Harvester had the techno remix backing, which would’ve been acceptable in 1992, but I take into consideration their ages and if it had to be the last song, they were likely completely knackered by the end of it. They put in the shift, with hilarious banter and skilled scrumpy & western, as those bumpkin legends were the making of it.ย 

    Saturday at Fulltone ’26

    There were parts I regret I missed, such as the orchestra playing a Queen set; it sounded smashing though, as I rushed carefully back across the dual carriageway, assuming the last thing folk want to see driving home is a milkman as roadkill. Too conveniently located to home, I nipped back for my dinner and a spray of Lynx!

    But, John Williams, the whole Star Wars catalogue, made me remember why we were there, for the grandness of this orchestra, for the experience of this conglomerative of excellence, for the acoustics of ye gods running through you, and for the institution the FullTone Festival has become; and Iโ€™m not even a cherry bakewell kinda guy, Iโ€™m more brownie!!


  • Strange Days Indeed, at The Barge on HoneyStreet

    Earthlings and all other organic lifeforms with a taste for the occult, fortean and generalย  weirdness are heading to The Barge at HoneyStreet the first weekend of September for the return of Strange Days Festival. You risk spontaneous combustion if you donโ€™t tooโ€ฆ.

    If you felt an alien autopsy, some alpine shape-shifters or the neohermetic order of Kyballic philosophy were unfortunately missing from your usual festival haunts, this might just be for you and your spirit guide.ย ย ย 

    A wildly Wyrd weekend specially crafted for fans of forteana and unexplained phenomena, Strange Days covers the entire weekend with weirdness, esteemed speakers, cosmic cabaret, and some mindblowing music. As of last year, the most powerful tractorbeam musically arrives from intergalactic visitors Henge, with their jazzy psychedelic space-rock rave everyone wants to be abducted by.

    Star of the hidden camera prank show Trigger Happy TV, the man with the giant phone Dom Jolly also headlines, and thereโ€™s an array of speakers, and other bands, including Calneโ€™s own masters of comedic metal, the chelonaphobic Real Cheesemakers, who might/might not play from inside the belly of a sperm whale.

    Indie experimentalists Quatermass III are also playing, known for blending glam-tinged experimentalism, “folk-horror” themes, and electronic textures. And Novum Wo, an experimental electronic artist blending distorted glitch, IDM, and sample-based sounds with Medieval, Arthurian, and contemporary industrial aesthetics.

    Thereโ€™s the unmistakable band Dogshow, on a voyage to explore how music can be experienced differently, by traversing genre-fluid astral planes whilst dressed as poodles. The Quantum Mechanicsโ€™ paranormal podcasters go live, Bob Fischer and Stephen Brotherstone resurrect all your disturbed childhood TV memories simultaneously, while Jonathan Downes goes on the trail of Mexican Vampires, and past president of the British UFO Research Association Lionel Fanthorpe talks about close encounters.

    Iโ€™d like to say Iโ€™m only dipping my little toe into the dark waters of Strange Days, as thereโ€™s so much more to discover, but the minds of the followers of the event might meander onto the argument itโ€™s a vestigial structure, leftover from our tree-dwelling ancestors, while podiatrists interject, maintaining the little toe is still functional and significantly aids in balance and weight-bearing, and weโ€™ll have a battle of medical curiosities on our multi-fingered, prehensile organs.

    Strange Days is on the weekend of the 4th-6th September, when the nights draw in, and we get closer to the spirit world. Itโ€™s at the Barge at HoneyStreet so itโ€™d be rude not to camp, which is included in the ticket. Tickets are a 130 of your Earth coins, with discounted rates for kids. From HERE and beyondโ€ฆโ€ฆ


  • Fortnightly Banking Drop-in Sessions Replaces Devizesโ€™ Lloydsโ€ฆ.

    No smiling faces in this snap! Our MP Brian Matthew met with representatives from Lloyds Bank yesterday to raise concerns about the closure of the branch in Devizes. Get in Brian, but it looks like we’ll be returning to the era of stuffing our cash into mattresses againโ€ฆ.

    Brian said he โ€œdiscussed the impact on vulnerable customers who may need extra support with their banking and on local businesses for whom a local branch is helpful.โ€

    Lloyds explained they are going to provide a fortnightly drop-in session to assist their customers with banking queries. They have also promised to ensure customers are aware of and supported through the transition. Hello? This is Devizes; expect fortnightly queues!

    Have you ever tried to train a pensioner how to online bank?! It took me five years to show my mum how Facebook works!

    We’ve come to the point where you’re made to feel guilty paying with cash, as the shop worker thrusts their card reader in your face. I’ve just about sussed online banking. It’s those pesky parking meters that send me into all kinds of flustered senior moments.

    If we must face a cashless society, can we not wait for a generation to pass? It isn’t fair on them. I’d like to send these young entrepreneurs a hundred years ahead in time and ask them to work out quantum web diagnostics in fourth dimensional realities… or some other Dr Who type malarkey!

    A charity trustee stated how important the branch is for depositing regular cash collections. โ€œOnce the branch has gone, it will mean travelling to a Lloyds branch in another town,โ€ they expressed their concern. โ€œSmall businesses, clubs, charities still deal in cash and need the convenience and security of a local branch.โ€

    Another comment said you need a branch for registering a lasting power of attorney, as you cannot do that online and must rely on the postal service. Well, I say that’s risking it a bit; can’t even get Auntie Doris’s birthday card delivered within a six month schedule!

    Others have suggested a banking hub for all major banks. But yeah, that takes a united community effort; I’ll wait!

    โ€œI will be following up to ensure this happens,โ€ Brian concluded about the fortnightly drop-ins and promises of training customers. โ€œI will also be looking into access to cash in the town to ensure there is still sufficient provision for those who prefer to pay in this way.โ€

    I’m glad we voted in this guy, he da man, but for now, it looks like the future of traditional banking is doomed here in Devizes. What’s that under your matress, Auntie Doris?!


  • โ€œGaslightโ€ at The Mission Theatre, Bath, July 8th-11th 2026

    by Ian Diddams

    images by Michael Stevens โ€“ Pharos Photography

    Shakespeare is credited as having introduced around 1,700 words into the English language, and several hundred phrases and idioms. This practise of word invention was not however unique to Shakespeare, or that late 16th Century periodโ€ฆ A play written in 1938, by Patrick Hamilton, was not only popular amongst theatre goers but its name became a by-word for marital deceit, trickery and mental abuse. The play was named โ€œGaslight.”

    Google and Wikipedia will fill in the plot synopsis but as per our use of the verb โ€œto gaslightโ€ in English, the play revolves around the mental abuse of Bella Manningham by her husband, Jack Manningham โ€“ an upper middle-class couple – as he undermines her self-confidence and sanity with a plan to send her to a lunatic asylum.

    Next Stage Theatre Company present Hamiltonโ€™s disturbingly engaging play at the Mission Theatre, Bath this week. The cast deliver a tense, gripping performance over two and half hours plus interval, and every character is ideally presented. With a little over twenty-four hoursโ€™ notice, due to cast sickness, Sam Fynn stepped in to play the villain of the piece, Jack. Itโ€™s testament to his skill and ability that his performance was all but perfect.

    Antonia White played the down trodden, abused target of Jackโ€™s gaslighting, and her portrayal of the victimโ€™s descent into self-doubt and loss of sanity is indeed harrowing โ€“ so much so, that at one moment I felt genuine compassion to โ€œBellaโ€ as she stood just a yard from me looking so confused, withdrawn and psychologically beaten.

    The supporting cast were no less excellent. Mayur Bhatt, a Next Stage regular, presented Rough, the former Inspector as a perfect foil to Bellaโ€™s confusion. His level headed, intense but kind persona, not lacking a little humour, was ideal to help at times relieve the gut churning story unfolding before us. He represents a far lower middle-class character, transcending the gap between the master and mistress of the house with their two working class servants.

    Ananda Rhodes played Elizabeth a long standing and loyal housekeeper who is Bellaโ€™s only friend, with demure touches really underlying a servantโ€™s position who has no power, no control but is desperately trying to help. Their relationship blurs the lines of Victorian society at its edges, a state that Jack not only notes but berates Bella for as part of his controlling actions.

    In total contrast the young house maid, Nancy, is no follower of standard protocolsโ€ฆ she uses the front door of the house; she is hugely passive aggressive towards her mistress and desires and makes herself available to her master. Her surly nature contrasts with Elisabethโ€™s deference perfectly. James Hacker and Oliver Manners complete the cast with cameo roles as Roughโ€™s โ€œmuscleโ€.This entire cast work seamlessly together with fully believable characters, all tied together by director Claire Rumball (also set design) and her team Oliver Manners and James Hacker as stage management. Tech is delightfully delivered โ€“ including of course dimming and raising gaslights โ€“ by Kris Nuttall and Andy Punt on lighting and Andy also on sound. The thoroughly delightful costumes arranged by Ness Bishop.

    The show however is so far more than just a story of a married coupleโ€™s relationship. Its also more subtly a commentary on Victorian โ€“ and no doubt 1930s when this was written โ€“ society and its mores and attitudes. Whilst being a kindly uncle type figure, Rough himself demonstrates some patriarchal traits, and Nancyโ€™s surly and disrespectful outlook clashes with every other characterโ€™s social reserve, even Jack who himself merely maintains a social status quo in his household.And ultimately the play provides huge passive-aggression and irony in its final scenes, over the finessing of Bellaโ€™s โ€œmadnessโ€, First by Rough to Jack, and then ultimately Bella to her husband, who deliciously turns the tables on him when he believes momentarily that she will aid him in escaping Roughโ€™s clutches and thus the hangmanโ€™s noose.Come and see โ€œGaslightโ€, played in the round at The Mission Theatre, Bath this week. You will not be disappointed โ€“ tickets from https://www.missiontheatre.co.uk/tickets?category=Gaslight

  • Bird is The Word Caged! Trowbridge’s New Music Venue Coming Soon

    It looks like fowlers have finally caught them! I mean, wildly flying around, daytime clubbing, karaoke cavorting, supporting and promoting local live music, who does that?!ย 

    Cracking Pair Claire and Chloe Grist do. They set up the Facebook page, Bird is the Word to promote the local music scene. May last year saw them putting gigs on at Bradford-on-Avon’s Boathouse and running a daytime clubbing experience at The Exchange in Devizes.

    But it’s been more a case of โ€œmum’s the wordโ€ since May, when they first flashed their phones at me, showing off the shiny new logo for an even more exciting project, The Birdhouse.ย 

    If I’ve been a good boy and kept my cakehole schtum, now I can reveal that they’ve only gone and teamed up with the former operator of The Boathouse and director of SD Hospitality Management Ltd, Sam Dean, nabbed the vacant Sir Issac Pitman building on Trowbridgeโ€™s Market Street and plan to open The Birdhouse, a new music venue; ding dong!

    Passed it this morning and took a snap, being the logo is up there, looking rather catching. There’s a private ‘soft’ launch on Thursday 16th July, andย  the Mayor officially opens the new venue at 6pm on Friday 17th, with all guns blazing by 8:30 when Trowbridge punkers Brakelight will be the first band to grace The Birdhouse stage.

    We hope itโ€™ll be a historic moment and wish Sam, Claire and Chloe all the best for the venture. Wiltshire is bucking the unfortunate reality of music venue closures, and Trowbridge is at the heart of it.ย 

    You might remember the building being used as a Wetherspoons until it closed nine years ago; small mercies! We think it’s fantastic to see an independent establishment going into its place, and can not wait to party with Bird is The Word!


  • Deadlight Dance New Single & Video

    New single from our gothic duo Deadlight Dance, taken from Marchโ€™s album Vox Populiโ€ฆ.

    Second tune on the album, a ballad to the poisonous evergreen shrub Daphne odora, which I classed as โ€œa poignant plodding shoegazer.โ€ The video looks very botanical and outdoorsy, I hope those goths wore sunscreen! Brilliant no-AI video, created by Haunting the Atom; fill your metal buckled chrome studded bootsโ€ฆโ€ฆ

    Oh, and find them doing it at The White Bear, Devizes on Sunday..


  • Who’s Lovin a Devizes McDonalds and Tesco?

    For what it’s worth, I’m impartial to the prospect of McDonalds, Tesco too. I’ve got viewpoints to waffle endlessly with no real conclusion, if you’ve nothing more important to be getting on with, but I’m certainly not all-out โ€œlovinโ€™ itโ€….

    The initial article announcing the McDonald’s proposal in Bishop’s Cannings was a rush job, to beat the stream of social media. Now I can reflect, provide an opinion piece, you might be surprised. Especially as I hinted I was in favour because it would bring employment, particularly for our younger residents; mud sticks!

    Someone submitted their objection, spoke of it on Facebook with an accompanying comment they tagged me in: โ€œdon’t shoot me Darren Worrow!” Perhaps they mistook the term โ€œdrive-thruโ€ for โ€œdrive-byโ€ for which my little knowledge from American movies suggests two entirely different things! I’m certainly not going to shoot anyone, and pray no one returns fire!

    Here we go, dispelling myths and hearsays about the golden arches, their global ethical ethos and the redevelopment proposals here, in my own special manner, and purely for your amusement only. Repeat after me, I’m not a councillor!! Imagine thoughโ€ฆ.

    The food is rubbish!

    That’s subjective or at least debatable, surely? As the advert suggests, some people love that frightfully processed, calorie-dense, diabetes welcoming shit, and will queue all day in their cars for it. If they want to eat foam burgers, battery farmed chicken offcuts and offal, that’s their prerogative, and they will if you object or not. Itโ€™s the pickles they tend not to like and launch them from their car windows in some kind of pickle protest; but they are pigeon-friendly and biodegradable.

    The company has made strides in responsible sourcing, apparently, but the nutritional value remains equal to eating a mattress. The โ€œOโ€ in a โ€œFillet O Fishโ€ stands for โ€œoh, did it really come out of the sea?โ€ when allegedly it did, but so do old wellington boots from time to time. Can you point out where the McNuggets are located on a chicken?!ย 

    Expect a rise in obesity in Devizes!

    Hello to the terminally bewildered! Our kebab shops sell โ€œdonor meat and chips,โ€ because โ€œsalad is for lightweights.โ€ For the gentlemen with a larger appetite I’ve watched them squeeze an XXL kebab into a 12โ€ pizza box, for crying out loud into a bag of statins.

    McDonalds might not be much better, but no worse, and definitely less on portion size. Though both these first two points worryingly open Pandora’s box; how ethical McDonalds is.

    McDonalds is unethical!

    Unfortunately, you are right, any “restaurantโ€ chain which over-packages its products even if you eat inside has a dinosaur-sized environmental footprint; bring back Wimpy, they served you with a plate, what is so wrong with a plate these days?!

    The company pledges to reduce carbon emissions and achieve deforestation-free beef sourcing, but can something on the sheer scale of McDonaldsโ€™ global supply chain ever really avoid widespread pollution and deforestation, and how hard does it really try to in Trump’s America? Awl, the dribble from that bastard’s gobshite damped his cardboard straw.

    Yet, these are global issues which the McDonald’s Corporation must improve, while weโ€™re on about having one in our town, in a country where thereโ€™s already over 1,500 locations, and being thereโ€™s not one east of Devizes for some considerable distance, you know their application will be granted somewhere, if not here. Unlike their plastics, which is a โ€œdump,โ€ rejecting this is a โ€œdropโ€ in the ocean, and the only thing youโ€™ll achieve will be Devizes folk shit out of their McFlurry, and having to drive to the Sham.

    Sadly, deflecting a global corporation by rejecting one store is putting a plaster on a severed limb.

    They exploit their staff!

    Again, globally yeah. Long-standing labour disputes and lawsuits regarding low wages and poor working conditions are plentiful. Iโ€™d argue thatโ€™s the world the low-skilled worker lives in, unfortunately. The economy relies on companies taking the piss, and I donโ€™t recall a company Iโ€™ve ever worked for, large or local, who havenโ€™t taken the piss and been generally ignorant to their staffโ€™s concerns, to be frank.

    They will, and Tesco too, however, create new and stable jobs here, and in doing so, employ younger people, which, aside from unethical practices, isnโ€™t necessarily a bad thing. Let’s not forget those franchise delivery companies might develop, also creating jobs and delivering for our local takeaways too; nobody says Just Eat in Devizesโ€ฆ. yet!!

    Hey kids, welcome to the world of work, expect to be exploited, but let it be a lesson, as youโ€™ll delightfully discover the chances of the same crap happening wherever you work is more likely than it is not! It’s the British way! Keep calm, tip your cap when the boss passes and carry on.

    It’s unsightly and lowers the tone of the town!

    No, it really doesn’t, at least no more than the aesthetics of the industrial estate. We have beautiful rolling downs stretching for miles to Beckhampton, it is a breathtaking drive but when you get to Devizes itโ€™s over and the practicality of civilisation has to begin somewhere.ย 

    Seeing a Maccy Dโ€™s is standard issue now. No posh couple intending to spend a small fortune in our antiques shops are going to yell, โ€œoh my! They’ve got a McDonalds, George! Turn the car around quickly!!!โ€ Because nearly every other town has one, there is no escape.

    The area will be littered!

    It always amazes me that McDonalds has brought about this bizarre etiquette in other fast food chains too, that customers actually clear away the piles of litter they produce, as no other “restaurant” customers do this. That is why we need this branch to be โ€œeat-in,โ€ and avoid the โ€œdrive-thruโ€ concept as much as possible, because that is when litter unfortunately becomes an issue.

    Sadly, to see McDonalds packaging jettisoned from a car window abandoned on our roads is more commonplace than seeing a fox or badger at night; but that might be more to do with posh country pricks not hunting Big Mac boxes to extinction.

    Iโ€™m of the theory, this is done by younger people, borrowing mumโ€™s car, and they donโ€™t want her to know theyโ€™ve wasted fuel driving all the way to the Sham purely for a Maccy Ds, so they uncaringly dump that crap out of the window. I cannot see any other logical reason for doing it, then again logic might not play a part in their justifications.

    Therefore, the lesser the drive, the more convenient it is to eat in, stay in the carpark where there are bins provided, or to find a bin, by my thinking. So, a McDonalds closer might not increase littering, it might actually help.

    That’s the town centre doomed!

    This is where I imagine being at a party and the conversation thus: โ€œoh, how terribly rude of me. You guys haven’t met before? Well, let me introduce you. Devizes, this is the 21st century. 21st century, this is Devizes!โ€

    Get off your high horses. Unless you came into town to buy a sponge burger wrapped in more pointless packaging than an entire new kitchen, itโ€™s not going to impact the few coffee houses and charity shops we have still standing in the town centre. Devizes is still conservative top-heavy in ethos, I thought we’d welcome unethical, monopolising commercial corporations?!ย 

    Even freewheelling funky Frome has an out of town commercial service area, with golden arches, and Devizes is never going to be as libtard alternative thinking as Frome! It’s happening everywhere, get used to it.

    The old Sommerfield site in the town centre, since Wilko bunked, is one of many redundant shops here. Face reality, no chainstore is going to buy it; the trend is out of town shopping.

    Town centres are now for coffee culture, restaurants, pubs, boutiques, hairdressers and charity shops, and I quite like it like that. I don’t want to see Tesco in town, because that drives people into them more than if they had to hop on a bus. I want indie shops in town, and want to see them supported.

    Tesco didn’t see the offensive repercussions when they said they’re up for joining the abomination, and bid they’d build a superstore roughly two-thirds the size of the one in Trowbridge. Like we’re only two-thirds as important to them as Trowvegas, what an insult!

    It’s kinda like when they build an extra lane on the motorway knowing in a decade they’ll need another. We’ve survived this long without a mega supermarket, on just manky Morrisons and a lonely Lidl. Sainsburys will do, wonโ€™t it? I only ever go into Marks & Sparks for confirmation Iโ€™m a peasant.

    Devizes is expanding without infrastructure improvements; we’ll need bloody motorway services on London Road soon enough, and they come with golden arches as standard!

    Tesco, you fail to remember like a Tory slamming Starmer for Brexit, we HAD a museum piece Tesco back in the year OBP (before Poundland) in which all the nice products you could find in other Tescos, all the good stuff, wasn’t available in the Devizes tiny Tesco, only the shitty nineteen-seventies stuff, to suit the decor.

    We didn’t have a sushi bar, we had a tub of prawn cocktail, we didn’t have luxury jambon, we had tins of Spam, we didn’t have an iPhone section, we had a lift which occasionally worked, and we certainly didn’t have the one thing we really, really need, a petrol station!

    But no, the proposal doesn’t extend to a petrol station; knobjockeys. If you’re gonna do it, Tesco, you could at least go the whole hog. We deserve as much; the kind of supermarket you can get lost in or not at all. Is a little competition to keep fuel price checks healthy too much to ask?! If you want in, Tesco, give us a petrol station in the deal, or bugger โ€˜arf with your fiver meal deals; a cajan chicken wrap, Boost duo and can of Pepsi isn’t a bloody meal anymore than a Big flippinโ€™ Mac!!

    You haven’t even got a conclusion, have you?!

    Looky here, Iโ€™ve calmed! Before moving to Devizes, I lived in both Swindon and Marlborough, for roughly the same length of time. I guesstimate I actually made more visits to McDonalds living in Marlborough, which doesn’t have a McDonalds, than I ever did during my time living in Swindon, which has too many McDonalds to count without taking my socks off. This is because when things like this are on your doorstep it doesn’t mean you use them any more than when theyโ€™re not.

    You take them for granted that they’re within reaching distance, but it doesn’t spur you to reach for them more than when they’re not. In fact, the appeal for something you haven’t got is greater than for something you have. I predict novelty appeal in having a McDonalds in Devizes, but within time it’ll be normalised and the novelty will wear off.

    You know, so many people say to me, โ€œyou’re a sexy beast, Worrow, you know what’s best,โ€ and usually I’d agree, but this one is out of our hands whether we like it or not. So sit back, keep your cobwebbed Clubcard to hand, and face the fate of Devizes head-on, with confidence, and make yours a McHappy meal! Be thankful we might get a McDonalds, but we’re still Reform free!ย 


  • Brian on FullTone Festival

    Our regular historian and Visiting Research Fellow of The Regional History Centre, UWE Bristol, Brian Edwards takes some time to sketch the FullTone Orchestra ahead of next weekend’s festival….

    I was blown away when attending one of the Fulltone Orchestra’s practice sessions today. We know the music is fantastic, we know the line up is pretty cool; but I wasn’t remotely ready for the thrill of being in the practice room when the music started.….

    I wasย supposedlyย there to sketch, but it was ridiculously difficult to focus on the task in hand.ย 

    Attending the two days of the Fulltone Festival is the most fun you can have in Devizes with your clothes on – said someone that won’t now admit saying it. Come to think of it, it probably rivals some of those other times as well.

    Order your tickets now – Fulltone 26 is next weekend!