Live Chippenham Goldiggers CHRIS WATSON
THERE WAS a time when I severely doubted the Fast One’s ability to break away from Lemmys somewhat over -paternal shadow which had, to some degree, masked Eddie on the Motorhead stage and forced him into the corner where he was unable to derive anything other than a thrash from his guitar. As Eddie said: “it was more a question of plugging in and handing on than playing guitar.” The inevitable ‘musical differences’. Change.
Would anything actually materialise from the dust, and when Eddie teamed up with Pete ‘I can handle it’ Way and promised us all the earth, the question marks marched in ever -increasing numbers. Change.
And then suddenly along thunders Fastway with an album that lives up to and beyond Eddies promises and a full UK tour to hopefully launch Eddie Clarke and Fastway into the realms of which Motorhead once dreamed. Tonight, after all the mud flinging, Chippenham didn’t know what the hell to expect!
What they in fact got was a true class rendition of classic Hard Rock ‘n’ Roll performed with all the surrogate bite and energy of Rock’s postmasters with Heavy emphasis on harmless entertainment without the aid of eagles, bombers or any other stage edifices. It would be a crime to obscure such an atomic combo with any gimmicks of pyrotechnics, as I’m sure that this is what Dr Rock recommended for his mutant offspring.
Opening with their single ‘Easy Livin’, they set off on their brash expedition and, once the thin crowd had adjusted to the sight of Eddie Clarke PLAYING and not acting, they sat meekly in singer David King’s calm for an hour and a halt, lapping the back-crushing volume and basically the sheer onslaught.
21-year old David King looks sat to become one of a number of classic Rock singers by the way he let rip tonight. For what is basically a puny frame, the voice that came out of Dave was a little short of pile-driving in its deliverance and, stood next to the squinting, play-acting Eddie, they made a compelling and good-natured duo. Veteran Jerry Shirley on drums and ex- (sssh) Teardrop Explodes’ bassist Alfie Agius kept the rhythm beefy and secure with the minimum of visual impact which left Dave and Eddie to command the performance.
Eddie, far the first time in many moons, looked rightfully proud. Occasionally breaking away from the basic Blues’ set to succumb to his familiar chord mayhem and exchanging jovial patter with the audience, he, as did the other three, had the air of infant masters let loose in some whirlwind nursery.