Grey Goose Blues Band @ The Robin 2 Wed 28th April 2010

If there's one thing that we absolutely love about Frankie Williams and the G.G.B.B it has to be their committment to the well known maxim that 'actions speak louder than words.' How this translates for cash strapped gig heads like us who spend the days leading up to the next gig pondering on whether the ticket money would be better spent on a bogof boxer shorts bargain or a chips n' curry sauce laced dvd night in, is at least we know that at a G.G.B.B gig, no matter the ticket cost, we'll get our money's worth.

One can do much worse than being the support for Matt 'Sifting Thru Ashes' Schofield at the Robin 2 on a wednesday night in front of 200 or so peeps. (Much worse!!!). And the Grey Goose were able to handle both the opportunity and the occassion with apparent ease. Frankie Williams is an amazingly talented and dedicated muso who knows the blues genre well enough to be able to cultivate an entertaining blend of original, cult and classic material. What was also particularly pleasing to see was the return of drummer 'Chuddy' Mitchell to the four piece line up, proving ever so loosley that bands can survive several changes to their personnel and still come out of it looking and (perhaps more importantly) sounding good.
Going back to our original point, as a front man,  Frankie Williams keeps it simple. No tangled web of musical deceipt to speak of here. The songs were craftily woven together with some smart and sharp verbal introductions that simply translated said, "we ain't come to talk, we come to play!", a point gratefully received by an obviously appreciative audience. Dancing to blues at 9pm in the evening might seem slightly out of context to some people but dance we did - into the night as it happens. The G.G.B.B has that affect on you.

Best Moments:
Several come to mind all deserving of a mention but instead we'll just say thanx to the band for a great gig and thanx to the staff at The Robin 2 for making us feel so warmly welcomed and for introducing us to the dry white wine and soda combo.

Worst Moments:
Erm...can we still catch the 339 Bus back to Walsall at 11.30pm?