There’s something deep’n’dark going on under that hat, beard and spectacles, says Martin Longley.
Martin Longley savours the B’ham debut of The Sonics, 55 years after the US garage punk combo’s formation.
Oh maan, how Polar Bear have grown over the years, mists Martin Longley.
The mastermind behind Funkadelic and Parliament gave one of his very best performances in Birmingham, shouts Martin Longley.
Martin Longley reels to the Fizzle free jazz improvisatory permutations, quaffing Equinox beer at the same time.
Martin Longley feels ambivalent about the Buena Vista Social Club’s Symphony Hall show.
Duke Ellington, Benny Goodman and Slim Gaillard lived again in Solihull. Martin Longley tapped his pedal extremities.
Saturday nite’s alright for droning and throttling, says Martin Longley.
A fan of Cabaret Voltaire, Tuung or John Foxx? Then you will be lassoed by Wrangler, Martin Longley guarantees.
Martin Longley could barely scribble fast enough to track this prime Balkan gypsy posse.
Martin Longley was still feeling the Saint Patrick’s Day emanations two days after the event, with a stirring gig from Belfast’s Craobh Rua.
Welcome to Bilston. Or Wolverhampton, as main man singer Larry Love kept insisting. Martin Longley lost his way in the miasma.
Martin Longley stalked a pair of sturdy UK math-jazz trios up the hill to Kings Heath.
Martin Longley crossed the Digbeth border, to discover the hidden back rooms of free improvisation.
Young horners blew oldies by Bostic, Dizzy, Prez and Mulligan in Solihull. Martin Longley was glued to the dancefloor.
Martin Longley climbs to The Institute’s eyrie, for a rare sighting of Albuquerque’s noir country ambassadors.
A time-transplanted Martin Longley slides back to the heyday of prog-jazz space-rock.
Martin Longley discovered Moseley’s hidden Sunday lunchtime jazz treat.
Blondie snuck War Pigs in amongst their own hits, impressing Martin Longley with their local sensitivity.
Martin Longley sampled yet another fine night of rootsy sounds in Kings Heath.
Rather than play bowls on the sunny Solihull British Legion lawn, Martin Longley elected to open his jazz umbrella indoors.
Martin Longley got sprayed with beer, heckles and distorto-feedback, all in the name of rockaboogie.
Can da blooze get much heavier than this? Martin Longley doesn’t think so.
Martin Longley witnessed a transcendent chip off the old block of John Lennon.
Martin Longley finally reaches the end of the road at the Gent Jazzfest.
It’s a mixed-up kinda day at the Gent Jazz Festival, decides Martin Longley.
Following a three-day breather in the city’s groovy bars, Martin Longley jumps into the second weekend of the Gent Jazz Festival.
Martin Longley has survived the first long weekend of the Gent Jazz Festival.
Martin Longley’s third nite at the Gent Jazz Festival.
Martin Longley continues his quest for higher percentages in Belgian Trappist brews.