High Voltage Review

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A Little Something I Put Together For A Friend Of Pisco...

It’s hard to write something about your mate’s music without it sounding like you’re sucking arse. “Oh… the finest singer/songwriter in Sheffield/Yorkshire/the Northern Hemisphere,” I could scribble, and what would it mean? Nothing - other than the fact that I had managed to wheel out a lazy platitude that would offer you, dear reader, no insight into one of my favourite artists, no route into understanding exactly what it is that Dave Woodcock is capable of doing through his music.

So how perchance can I whet your appetite, eh?

Okay – when Dave gets up on stage, whether on his own, or in the old days with the now defunct Taste of Shotgun, or the rapidly developing Dead Comedians, there exists only that moment. Time doesn’t exactly stop, but the parameters of the thirty or forty or fifty minute set seem to be the be-all and end-all. And in the middle of it, guiding us through this special time stands Mr. Dave, occasionally cracking a joke, occasionally bemoaning too much (or too little) Guinness, but always strumming and singing… and here’s the moral kids… FROM THE HEART! Every word, every chord, every line and every riff is played direct from the soul… there is no artifice, no pretension, everything is imbued with meaning.

And the songs…? Well, the lazy cliché is drink sodden laments, cigarette smoke notes and… sod it – I’m sure there are tunes to be heard on this website, make your own bloody mind up, see how they affect you, add your own metaphor, insert the name of whichever girl/boy screwed you over/got screwed over by you. Dave’s songs are half the trick… just add personal experience.

So Dave Woodcock… an artist, a treasure, a force of nature. In a perfect world he'd be an international phenomena, but I'm just glad he's a mate.

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