| Gig dates | 14 January, 2007: Hog In Armour, Charing Cross, Norwich. Starts at 8pm.
11 March, 2007: Hog In Armour, Charing Cross, Norwich. Starts at 8pm. |
What’s the sound of Click? It's the sound of three men in love with the three-minute pop song. The sound of guitar, drums and bass revving up, crunching the gears, overtaking on the inside, doing a hand-brake turn in the metaphorical gravel and sliding to an untidy halt on the neighbour's figurative lawn. Bob Dylan said, "I chose my idols well." Click have followed suit. Broad influencesThe Clash, Elvis Costello, The Kinks, Steve Earle, Bruce Springsteen, The Strokes, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Nick Cave, The Beatles, Ryan Adams and Bob Dylan have all played a role in shaping the sound and the attitude of Click. But Click could never be content as a covers band, even playing the great songs of the masters. Click insist on growing their own songs - well, mostly apart from their affectionate abuse of a handful of Clash, Costello and glam-rock Bowie tunes.  | | Beat master Steve Clark |
Click’s tracks follow strict rules: nothing longer than three and a half minutes! No widdly-diddly guitar, but a smattering of scratchy-clang-clang can be heard. Just big hooks, bigger choruses, three heaped spoonfuls of bam bam bam, ludicrously obscure lyrics, and a vocal performance more passionate than a stag in his first rut. In other words, restless energy set to a damn good tune. You can't beat it. Well-known gigstersThe trio have been playing on the Norwich scene for years, through experimental jazz (that’s Steve Clark, the previously sax-blowing, ivory-tinkling, drummer), traditional English folk and Americana-country (that’s Simon Middleton, the hopelessly romantic singer and romantically hopeless guitarist), to jump 'n' jive jug-band malarkey (that’s bassist Nigel Orme). In their time they've warmed up for Jools Holland on a number of occasions, in their previous incarnation as The Wrecking Company. Today they continue to don their black suits, furrow their brows and plough their own furrow: offering the spring-water freshness of undiluted rock 'n' roll to anyone who still yearns for a short, sharp rock. |
