The Dirty Water Club
Forthcoming Dirty Water gigs:
The Dirty Water Club started in October 1996 in the Tufnell Park neighbourhood of north London, at a venue called The Boston. The club’s name is derived from The Standells' hit “Dirty Water” which glorifies the US city of Boston, Massachusetts.
Past performers have included The White Stripes (voted by Q Magazine as one of the top 10 gigs of all time, Mojo the top 30 and Kerrang the top 100!), The Gories, Radio Birdman, NOBUNNY, Kid Congo Powers (from the Cramps), The Fleshtones, Billy Childish, The Von Bondies, The Dirtbombs, Thee Michelle Gun Elephant, The 126.96.36.199's, The Horrors and The Brian Jonestown Massacre to name just a few. The club has also seen some original 60s performers, such as The Monks, ? and the Mysterians, Kim Fowley, Sky Saxon, GONN, Michael Davis of the MC5 and more grace its stage.
Today the Club's primary venue is the Shacklewell Arms in Dalston, East London.
Dirty Water endeavours to make its events available to all. All we care about is that you dig Rock’n’Roll; everything else is just detail to us, but it ain’t just detail to everyone, is it?
The Gories may be an obscure name, but their influence far outweighs their popularity. Inspired by 1950s R&B and mid-1960s high school garage bands, this Detroit trio came together in 1986 to make incredibly primitive rock’n’roll: jungle drums, two buzzsaw guitars knocking out basic chords and scratchy riffs, no bass, lyrics about cheap wine and bad women.
If, like me, you enjoy your music, raw and uncompromising, the idea of over produced dross for the masses makes you gag, Dirty Water Records are for you. I've been lucky over the last few months to be introduced to a number of artists on their roster through Mudkiss.
Went to see the Black Lips a couple times a couple months ago. Was gonna write one of them academic type papers about it, call it "The Windmill vs. The Dirty Water Club: A Comparative Study of the Black Lips." Maybe submit it to a fancy journal and get myself a "ten year" track position teachin' at Harvard. But my study habits have always sucked, no doubt, in part, to my drinking habits bordering on reckless.
All-girl rock ‘n’ rollers the 5,6,7,8’s were pretty much guaranteed to sell out north London’s small Dirty Water Club off the back of their appearance in Tarantino’s gore-fest tribute to old B-movies, 'Kill Bill'. The Japanese rockers have been around for a while, but it seems to have taken a cameo in an over-the-top homage to a faded genre to get them noticed. This is kind of appropriate.
The Buff Medways are brilliant. Maybe that is a rubbish way to begin a review about them but I had to say it. Surely you are thinking that there is now no reason to read on, as I will most likely spend the next few paragraphs unleashing slobbering platitudes about Mr Billy Childish et al and their inherent greatness.
- Let's Shake Hands
- When I Hear My Name
I think it's safe to say that if there was an award for best moustache in rock then Billy Childish would probably take that hairy award home.
If there was only one reason to be alive then The Dirty Water Club would surely be that reason. They have put on some of the greatest gigs that I have ever been to, and Saturday night’s show was up there as one of the best.