Whirley Birds at Noir Mates Club Soho

27/03/2018

27/03/2016

Friends, Romans and countrymen ,
Lend me your ears.

The first Monday of the month is upon us again.

A time to roll out the eclectic barrel and put the ships cat in it.

It was a total gas last time.

Please bring your good self and your treasured musical rantings along .

As always I will be singing just for you covered in sequins .

05/03/2016

Monday is another Noir Mates Club in The Heart of London.
It's lean times but we have to keep live music in the heart of the city. Show some love comrades steal back the night !

31/01/2016

Hey Whirley Birds
We now are in Soho in the heart of the West end !

Noir Mates night out tomorrow lots of lovely folks be jammin ! Get in early from 8.30 kicking out the Jams freaks and night lovers !
Alleycat ,Denmark Street, Soho under regent sounds.
Keep London's Music scene live and cutting edge not at home cutting hedge !

28/04/2013

TONIGHT SCRAMBLED YELLOW HAIR Vs The Bermondsey Joy Riders an epic battle of RAWK and Intelligent Roll = Auto pitch control and on board stabilisers . AMERSHAM ARMS Hombres be there or be cuboid Pablo Paganotto Angus Macdonald Neiloy Mookherjee anon. !

12/04/2013

11/04/2013

The fu***ng amazing Bad Girls are joining us on the 25th of April if you like Queens of the Stone Age be ready for a wild night !

09/04/2013

Whirley Birds Dusk Till Dawn night at Archway Tavern

http://www.hivemag.com/bubblegum-screw-and-the-moon/

I DON’T know what I expected. Defiled demure debauchery? Broken dystopian attitudes, sacrificing the sweet soul of punk rock glam fantasy? It was the Saturday before Easter, I was in...

09/04/2013

‘The ghosts of electricity howl in the bones of her face (Dylan), Howl (Ginsberg), Howlin Wolf – and in the light of the Moon that howl grew to a mighty roar from the stage of a dive in North London last Sat. nite. Exceptionally bad sound that plagued all comers to the stage crept meekly away in the face of that juggernaut of intent that is the Moon. Gnarly, blistering guitars swirling in and out of a bass guitar so primal one had to check oneself to be assured no s**t had been loosened in the interim. Snapping be-bop drums did their voodoo dance snaking sexually amongst the fray as Joe Moon’s voice soared in a flying Dean Moriarty car chase above it all. A rich full blooded instrument, this voice expresses a catholic set of emotions going from anger, rage, frustration, through indifference and ennui and dancing with playfulness and joy all in the space of a few lines of song. With this much electricity pumping through him, it gets to be too much and so it manifests as a physical tug of war with the singer wrestling himself on the dancefloor. Theater of the absurd transported from 50’s Manhattan to the borough of present-day Camden in one confident brushstroke. And what exactly is Joe Moon so worked up about?
The state of the world, his parking tickets? Not quite sure, but like that charismatic figure that Peter Finch played in ‘Network’
he’s ‘Mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!’ that anyone who’s ever experienced a disconnect with the bliss of
spiritual harmony can I identify with. Which makes it all sound rather heavy going but it’s delivered with such wit and energy that it makes for a nite of high class entertainment – sexy, intelligent, dirty and funny all at once. Recommended.

01/04/2013

Forgot how much Love boks style,