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Surfer Joe Summer Festival 2013 – Surfer Joe’s Diner Livorno Italy

by Django Deadman

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

hangnine-logoIf it’s the end of June it must be time for the Surfer Joe Summer Festival in Livorno. And so the HangNine party finds itself at Gatwick airport for the flight to Pisa and the short train journey from there to Livorno.

On arrival, we’re delighted  to find that the Tuscan weather is considerably better than that we left behind in decidedly unsunny Brighton and I’m very pleased to report that it stays this way until we awake on Monday morning to find it blowing a gale, which is whipping up quite a storm in the Mediterranean.

It’s been a great day so far, but The Atlantics are about to put every other band somewhat in the shade. Quite simply, they are IMMENSE. Guitarist Jim Skiathitis is the only member from the early 60’s line-up of Australia’s finest instrumental band present tonight (drummer Peter Hood is unable to make this European trip), but dual guitarist Martin Cilia has been an Atlantic since they reformed full-time in 1999 and has apparently been something of a force in the band, for which we should all be grateful to him, because they might not be playing in Livorno tonight otherwise.

Both guitarists are in tremendous form and, ably supported by a driving rhythm section, they treat the large crowd to one of the best performances I have ever seen at a Surfer Joe Festival. Everyone wants to hear the first big hit, Bombora, of course and we’re not disappointed, but everything else is fabulous too: The Crusher, Giant, Flight of the Surf Guitar and a cracking Come On are just some of the highlights, while they end the encore with my personal favourite, War of the Worlds, which is storming.

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Gig review: The Atlantics at The Vault


Whenever you see a legendary band, there’s heaps of excitement, though it’s mixed with a tinge of nervousness – what happens if they’re just a bunch of old blokes going through the motions, with no mojo or stage presence? This was in the back of my mind last night when I checked out The Atlantics, and I’m stoked to say they were AWESOME!

The venue for the evening was The Vault in Windsor. I banged on about the place after I saw Ash Grunwald there, so I won’t bore you with the details – suffice to say it’s a great venue and the food is tops.

Proceedings  were started by Glenn A. Baker, Aussie rock guru. He introduced the band and hyped up the crowd. He reminded us of the historical significance of the band, and how we were privileged to see some living legends perform right before our very eyes. And yes, he was wearing his trademark funny little hat.

The Atlantics set was fantastic. I think what really hit me was how powerful, how primal the music was live – cranked up and hitting you right in the chest. Sure the guitar was amazing, but the pounding drums rolled out an intoxicating and hypnotic surging rhythm. You know those days at the beach when there’s a storm front coming through, the wind is picking up and the waves are pounding onto the shore? There’s a tangible sense of energy and foreboding in the air, and man the sound just keeps coming. That’s the vibe you get right in front of the stage at an Atlantics gig. You could almost smell the salt air!

Some of the great covers included an awesome rendition of Pipeline (complete with dueling lead guitars), the Hawaii 5.0 theme, and the most beautiful rendition I’ve ever heard of Wedding Cake Island. As well as playing some of the bands newer stuff, they also delved into the back catalogue and pulled out classics like Come On, recorded in the bands ‘garage punk’ era (and it even included singing!). Of course Bombora got the crowd’s attention, and was definitely one of the highlights of the night. Finishing it all off was Saturday Night, with The Crusher as a fitting high energy encore piece.

And with that it was time to head off into the darkness in the search of home, drums and guitars still pulsating in our chests.

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Adelaide Advertiser: Rips & Riffs review

 1st Annual Australian Guitar Festival, November 2007
Patrick McDonald

IT’S hard to tell where the programmers’ heads were at with this concert, billed as A Celebration of Australian Surf Music.

Only 1960s headliners The Atlantics seemed to fit the bill, finally bringing some twanging electric guitars to the stage.

Guitarist Jim Skiathitis shredded his way up and down the fretboard and Martin Cilia worked the whammy bar overtime while drummer Peter Hood kept beats rolling like waves on a beach. The Atlantics also covered a lost gem, Midnight Oil’s instrumental Wedding Cake Island, while their trademark hit Bombora sounded like the cavalry arriving to save the day – in more ways than one.

Otherwise, only opening act Dan Rumour’s band came close to a tremelo-laden surf sound, although it was driven more by keyboard than guitar, and soon gave way to American soul.

Surfer Beau Young might have sung about “waves of change” but sounded more country-folk, backed by Kerryn Tolhurst’s slide guitar, while acoustic strummer Matt Walker and drummer Ashley Davies’ improvisations would have been more at home at Womadelaide.

Richard Clapton offered a scant two unplugged songs, while the Pigram Brothers also played folksy acoustic arrangements. For those wanting a surfin’ safari, the chilly night was pretty much a wipeout.

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