REVIEW 17/6/02
We bring you tales of a Monday night at the Num Num club in York... A hugely enjoyable night of bands at the Theatre Royal under the bizarre name of the Num Num club, an idea of Chris Helme so naturally, his new band were the main attraction. This was to be the debut York appearance of the fully plugged in and fully staffed The Yards.
...Approaching 10.30 and the main band is due on the main stage. The Yards are in fully staffed and fully plugged mode, the line up being Chris Helme (Vocals, Guitar), Paul Banks (Guitar), Stu Fletcher (Bass), and then take your pick from John Miller, Matt Mc Gaughey, James Lindsay, John Hargreaves. I forget who's who but one is a drummer, one a keyboardist / vocals, one a cello player (honestly) and one a violist! The set was basically familiar, having being aired in main at the
acoustic gig in Leeds a few weeks previous but the addition of electricity, keys, backing vocals and the strings bring a very polished feel to the songs. My first impression was that this is how Radiohead would sound if they remembered to write tunes and didnt leave their finger on the monotony button too long. I dont feel anyone will walk away from a Yards gig feeling blown away, they won't have that effect. I think they have the potential though to attract a particular, musically astute audience. I accept that sounds a bit snobby but isn't meant as such. They are treading a line that not too many bands can go down, and for me The Yards pull it off. Many will leave their gigs like I did, quietly impressed and wanting to know when we can see them again, certainly the buzz was interesting in the bar afterwards as I listened in...While Shed Sounds casually sipped on its strictly non alcoholic drink, Stu Fletcher was scooping up his bass, scuttling up the stairs to play with his other band Hectic, where, incest fans take note, he joined Rob Willows, one time guitarist with Paul's post Sheds band The Rising, and also Fraser Smith, current keys man with the aforementioned Shed club Seven. Their brand of acid funk is not my bag,as they say, so we say our farewells and potter off into the York night.
Review by Dave Butterfield