25/04/2018
Have you still got your old ROCK'N'ROLLSOUL badges? Do you own a serviceable pair of dancing trousers? Reckon you can still cut some passable rug?
We can’t guarantee that the guy pictured below will be back again (in fact, we’re fairly sure he won’t), and nor do we think that you’ll be sharing frug space with Bill Nighy or Matthew from Kings of Leon this time around. It’s doubtful that Rich from Soulsavers will be there, recalling the difficulty of DJing for the Stones or that Belle & Sebastian’s Chris Geddes will be fretting about whether his band’s music is “age appropriate” (it is, it is!).
We doubt that the Actionettes will be showing us how to throw shapes, girl-group-style; that Leila Moss, Ed Harcourt and their Heavenly Records all-star band the W***e Dogs will be doing another secret set; or that The Charlatans’ Tim Burgess will turn up (he’s never turned up).
You definitely won’t see pictures of yourself on the ace projections that characterised our later years; nor can you expect to see Paul Weller bassist Andy Lewis talking shop with king of the mods Eddie Piller. The Style Council’s cappuccino kid Paolo Hewitt probably won’t be there either, playing Graham Parker and talking about Spurs, and it’s unlikely that Edgar Jones will pop down from Liverpool with his Joneses, mainly as he’s got a regular DJ slot up there most Saturdays.
I’d love to see Casper the clothes shop guy dominating the dancefloor again but we’ve lost touch, and there won’t be sets from Stars in Their Eyes winner Emma Wilkinson as Dusty Springfield or Colbert, Tooting Bec's Black Elvis. Our own cardboard Elvis has left the building, too (he was last seen being paraded down Great Portland Street by thieving Presley Ultras; we weren’t going to argue with them).
Instead, we’re taking things right back to the time in 2001 when Gary Barrell, Nat Cramp and the Horse first stepped into the Albany, Great Portland Street and said “Smells a bit, but we’ll give it a go!” Of our other many guests and residents, Emma Sunley says she'll be there with her dainty box of thriftstore soul. There may yet, though, be surprises.
Together we will be mixing up the same heady cocktail of soul that rocks and rock with soul that led to at least five years of sold-out revels at the Albany and our little night being chosen as the Londonist’s 2nd best club in London (the winner was Erol Alkan's Trash). And we’re doing it just for you* - on Saturday 9 June. Let us know if you can make it, and we’ll scribble your name on some sort of guestlist.
Tell everybody you know,
Gary, Nat and Martin x
* Actually, that’s not strictly true. It’s for our friend Simon’s birthday, but he doesn’t want to make a fuss.