The first act of the night was Sophie Mapplebeck. The first female singer-songwriter – well, first female – to ever grace the Dronfield Woodhouse Sports & Social stage in Social Live history, with the obvious exception of that guy who I mistook for a girl (and that’s the story I’m sticking by until I’ve had a few).
I approached Sophie Mapplebeck at the start of the night to introduce myself as a Dronfield media-mogul and generally welcome her to The Social Live without looking like I was hitting on her (which at the time of speaking I wasn’t). It turns out we both like York Railway Museum and coincidentally her sister works there, I didn’t ask her how old her sister is or if she’s attractive, but I like to think she’s some kind of steam engine enthusiast babe.
I remember Sophie’s set being a nice blend of acoustic indie girl pop, which is a stark contrast to her day job whereby she works in a bank sorting out the finances for the deceased in some capacity. At the time I meant to buy her CD, which seemed like a steal at £3 for 20 songs but I drank a little too much by the end and forgot.
You will like her if you like:
Females that sing songs, maybe Laura Marling.
The second act on the bill were The Fontaines. I liked The Fontaines, if I had to describe them in two words it would be: cheeky chaps. Unfortunately, reviews have to be a little longer than that, so keep reading if you’re interested in looking at more words.
The Fontaines are shamelessly indie, they even introduced their set with, “We’re just 4 lads from Sheffield who play indie songs!”. They write songs with catchy hooks, the frontman looks like he needs a few more hot meals down him, they sing songs about getting drunk and people losing their fake Ray-Bans and their virginity, and I’m 90% sure one of them probably has a substance abuse problem, which is exactly what you want from an indie quartet.
One of them gave me their EP, I listened to it. I liked it.
You will like them if you like:
If you liked indie music between the years of 2004-2006, these lads are probably your cup of tea.
The third act on the bill were The Revolvers (sometimes stylised as Daniel Mosforth’s Revolving Doors or simply the Revolving Doors), a band fronted and led by the leather-jacketed Daniel Mosforth, Dronfield’s answer to Rick Springfield.
Before they started, the frontman (Rick Springfield, see above) approached me at the bar rather ominously and told me they were going to be bigger than Oasis, just like Oasis claimed they were going to be bigger than The Beatles, who in turn claimed they would be bigger than Jesus. So I guess in his own modest way he was trying to say The Revolvers are going to be bigger than Jesus, which really set the scene because I’m not big on Oasis, but I dig a little Christianity.
Although it wasn’t really for me, I have to admire the musicianship of the musicians. If I had to describe them using terms which you would normally associate with a full English Breakfast, I would say the lead guitar was definitely the beans and tomatoes. The bass was a steady two slices of toast with English butter and a runny egg. The drums were 3 rashers of bacon and a sausage and the other guitarist (who probably had the best hair cut) would be the mushrooms, maybe even a little brown sauce as well.
You will like them if you like:
Full English breakfasts, probably.