Maines launch their long awaited debut album ‘Sometimes We Live’ – originally prepared as an EP, until I pointed out it is actually album length, you can check the review of it here.
Ink. in Colwyn Bay is a cool place, the kind of gaffe all the cool people hang out at, and you too become cool just by being there. It’s an art gallery, studio, bar, café and occasional venue. The décor is ace, the vibe is optimistic, the social media content is bang-on and the staff are positive. This can only mean the council will hate it and try to close it down as soon as possible.
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Maines have long been held in high esteem by all who have seen and heard them… The problem is, they need more people to see and hear them… Sporadic releases and sporadic live appearances throughout their ten year existence hampers a band who should be up there with the best of them.
‘Sometimes We Live’ is a modern day masterpiece.
If you notice the tags on their bandcamp page, they read: Punk Grunge Noise-rock Shoegaze – yeah you get all that in a 24 minute, post-hardcore apocalyptic package.
Maines are quiet and unassuming in real life, preferring to be part of the crowd rather than stand out from it. On stage (and on record) they take on a different form, like a good tradesman (sorry, tradesperson) with their tools, the songs are crafted and honed to perfection. Yet I don’t think this outfit from Conwy realise how good they actually are…!
While the rest of the UK alternative music scene seems to have bounced back after Lockdown parties etc, North Wales dragged its heels. Attendances have been as sparse and sporadic as the gigs themselves, with only Rhyl hanging on for dear life while everywhere else has been pretty dead. The avid among us sought sonic solace in Chester, Liverpool and Manchester. Hopefully a buck to that trend is about to begin. Conwy is a beautiful town halfway along the coast, situated within the walls of a majestic medieval castle. It is renowned for its real ale pubs and famous for the residents’ uproar that prevented Brexitspoons opening up and ruining the vibe. The Comrades Club was a regular (if unlikely) host of hardcore punk gigs (pre-Covid), until someone moved into a flat nearby, complained about the noise, and… yes, you get this all-too familiar story.More
When you’ve been sitting at the proverbial Gig Bus Stop waiting for over a year, waiting impatiently to be taken on a tragical blistery tour, suddenly two turn up… Second outing to witness the phenomenon of live [original] music in as many days…
Tonight they’re in the flesh, alive and spitting and threatening to finish off my one good ear for good… Bring it on…
Long time link2wales reviewer Mark Watson-Jones is today celebrating the fact he has inexplicably made it to 50 years. Considering he keeps his liver in a jar of Absinthe, making it this far is none short of a miracle. Although still serving time for being an emissary of syn Mark’s band took the night off and allowed three great bands to don their guitars and wish him many happy returns.More