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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Category: Music
Reviews of Boy Meets Dog:
The UK's Martin Dowsing is a kindred spirit to the estimable lineage of confessional punk poets before him. Vic Godard, Ian Dury, Wreckless Eric, Bitter Springs, Band Of Holy Joy... If you like honest types bearing their English souls, this is the shit. Having admitted that, this is a type of borderline anti-English folk that is not for everybody. If you are the sort who enjoys music as storytelling, then dive into Hungry Dog's wracked, ruined talesof life on the dole, never ending rainy days, and losers who never catch a decent break. It's all exceedingly English, and all pretty superb. Check out "Say Hello To My Idiot Son" (no subject seems taboo here, and I heartily approve!) or the dour opus "Tha Lake", where Dowsing sounds beautifully defeated. I don't know why, but the more comically downbeat Hungry Dog gets, the better I feel. Mike Pearlstein, Big Takeover magazine (issue 63, p.168) www.myspace.com/bigtakeovermagazine
The list of friends on someone's MySpace site is normally a good indication of the style of music on offer. For ........London's Hungry Dog Brand, Wreckless Eric and Patrik Fitzgerald feature prominently and it's that punk poet style which best describes their music. The Hungry Dog himself is Martin Dowsing who handles vocals and guitar duties, accompanied by American "alt-blues maverick" Preacher Boy and an assortment of other musicians. Together they have produced a record of witty and often charming songs, with a distinctly late 1970's flavour.Certainly, Dowsing's vocal style is not for everyone. His Southern sneer dominates each of these tracks. However, just like influences such as John Cooper Clarke, he's more than capable of delivering the message. The standouts are 'Reunited', which features a nice rumbling guitar rhythm, 'The Lake' makes good use of a military drum beat and sends a chill down the spine whilst the blackest humour dominates 'Say Hello To My Idiot Son' ("When he was born we were so happy, but now he's twelve and he's still in a nappy"). Then right at the end, Dowsing changes from a sneer a tear for 'A Long Way From Here'; a poignant, regretful tale of a life as a soldier. Overall, this is an entertaining record which successfully recaptures the nostalgia of the punk poets' heyday. Jonathan Leonard, Leonard's Lair http://leonardslair.wordpress.com/
Here's a review from Alan Clayson for "Rock 'N' Reel" magazine. (March/April 2008 issue, p.67)
HUNGRY DOG BRAND **** Boy Meets Dog (Starving Mongrel) Flaming four years ago from the dull embers of The Aardvarks and Two-Bugs-And-A-Roach, this guitar-bass-keyboards-drums outfit of garage rock persuasion is the apparent toast of London's small but prestigious 12-Bar Club. It's creative pivot is Martin Dowsing, composer of all but one of the twelve selections here. As a lead vocalist, however, he doesn't stray far from a central two octaves. Yet it isn't necessary to do so because he functions admirably with an understated but committed enunciation that borders an area inhabited by Mark Astronaut, TV Smith and, producer of the group's Red Scarf EP debut, Wreckless Eric. Combined with proficient ministering to overall outcome by the others, notably drummer Emyr Tomos, the effect is curiously compelling, even as Dowsing relies more often than not on little more than a repeated few notes to carry lyrics that might be weakened by stronger elaboration. Yet the melody of "You Don't Have To Be Stupid" crept up on me in a supermarket check-out queue - as the sentiments of acoustic finale "A Long Way From Here" did when hurtling along the M6 in the graveyard hours, hours from sleep. Finally, one of the saddest songs I've heard since The Len Bright Combo's "Someone Must Have Nailed Us Together" in 1986 is "Say Hello To My Idiot Son", an opus worth the entire price of the album. Alan Clayson Looking at the label name, the dog must be staring forlornly at the fridge as opposed to the old phonograph as per the old HMV imprint ! But I expect all is explained on www.myspace.com/hungrydogbrand This album was arranged and produced by the ....US artist Preacher Boy, whose own work was sent to me by site pal Mark Bliesener out in ........Denver..it's a small world as we last saw Mark when be brought George Inai over to ........London. Hungry Dog himself plays guitar and sings, mainly backed by bassist Matthew Karas, keys man Phil Stone and one Emyr Tomos on drums. Preacher Boy's guitar is much in evidence, from the outset on 'A Proud Heart', which would have fitted on the 'Trainspotting' soundtrack. Pleasingly, there's no attempt to emulate or copy acts – the forced jollity mood of 'Down At the Disco' does recall the sad seaside-in-winter act that Madness have morphed into, but this is a Hogarthian tale of a ghastly night out. The roots of this sound-picture approach might be Ian Dury, perhaps. 'A Night In Euston Station' is as grim a story as you might imagine ; most of the tempo's are an edgy push exemplified by 'Reunited', ruing renewed contact. Street/suburban poetry you'd be hard pushed to disagree with unless you are living life through rose tinted glasses with no income problems. As for the audience for this, well I'd imagine followers of the quirky albums produced by my friend J Dowd might give this the proverbial fair hearing, grim stuff but wittily put together.
Pete Sargeant www.fairhearing.co.uk
"Boy Meets Dog' meanders through uncertain terrain, blending angular post-punk with blues licks, '50s swing and traditional rock and roll. The erstwhile Hungry Dog is your guide - his clipped, nasal vocal doesn't always settle easily on the ears, but he occasionally stumbles upon some infectious choruses ('Down At The Disco', '(You Don't Have To Be) Stupid'). At their best, on 'Leprosy', Hungry Dog Brand mix Captain Beefheart with Tom Waits and sound deliciously threatening,and it's a shame that this eccentric rambling is cut short just as the band is allowed off the leash. If they harness more of that menace, Hungry Dog Brand could be a force to be reckoned with."
Mike Haydock (Rock Sound magazine/Drowned In Sound.com) Live reviews:
Hungry Dog @ Milfords, Milford Lane, WC2 Wednesday 5 August 2009 Martin was acoustic and on his own on this occasion, but still managed to do a pretty good job of those dark and quirky songs that we have come to expect. There was some stuff from a new album that is in the pipeline and it sounded pretty good, so hurry up and finish it Martin. Peter Coulston, www.xstreameast.co.uk
12 Bar Club 14 / 6/ 09
Sunday night took me to the 12 Bar Club to catch a couple of bands put on by Martin Dowsing. Martin,of course, performs as The Hungry Dog Brand, and has been putting on eclectic nights at venues all over London for a few years now.
A few months ago he spent some time in New York and played as the guest of Will Scott and tonight he was returning the favour. Scott hails from Indiana but is now based in Brooklyn and some mean guitar. His set featured a mix of originals and readings deep in the tradition but lively and innovative. A couple of Son House tunes, 'Preachin' Blues' and Grinnin' In My Face', 'See That My Grave Is Kept Clean'(on which he was joined by Jan Bell), and his own 'Stain Lifter'. “Living proof that white men can play the blues” said Mr H Dog.
He was followed by the latest incarnation of The Hungry Dog Brand. Since I last saw them they've found a fine young guitarist in AJ Dehany who was set up stage right with a fair array of pedals and effects that he wasn't shy of using; he looks like a fellow worth pursuing in his own right. A mixture of songs - 'Leprosy' and 'Say Hello To My Idiot Son' from 2007's Boy Meets Dog album - and 'Stranger On The Third Floor' and 'The Old Ghost Train' from more recent times. It was good to see Martin still retains his raw edge; no-one's ever going to find him easy listening but why would they want to. mental note made to catch another gig soon.
(Did see that he's scheduled to play the 12 Bar Club's Phil Ochs tribute night on 16th September.Put that in your diary.)
Nick West
http://bucketfullofbrains.blogspot.com
From PLAN B magazine (Issue 26 October 2007):Martin Hungry Dog sings, alone, about the village idiot. You find yourself choked; then, "A Long Way From Here" says everything anyone needs to know about war, all rag-n'-bone-man enunciation and acrid truth. He bows... mongrel-fleeced, itchy-eared, sweet... by Lauren Strain
Reviews of "The Red Scarf" EP:
From BUCKETFULL OF BRAINS issue 68 spring/summer 2005: Martin Dowsing aka Hungry Dog has been playing solo gigs around London for a few years now and put out an intriguing solo album, "I Thought I Was Dead" a couple of summers back. As a solo performer he could be brutal, dividing audiences between the fascinated and the appalled. It wasn't pretty but it could often be arresting. In recent times he's recruited a rhythm section and The Hungry Dog Brand is now a three piece. This four track CD is the first recording of that band, including three songs cut with Wreckless Eric at his home studio in East Anglia. It's an entirely appropriate collaboration, as Hungry Dog is, on one level, a throwback to the punk poets of the late '70s; in his rawness he brings to mind Patrik Fitzgerald and his ilk. The middle pair of songs here; "(You Don't Have To Be) Stupid" and "Cruel Days", about dead-end jobs and dead-end schools respectively, are full of that old punk anger but also its naivety. The meat here is found in the ghostly "Strange Nightmare", a stark tune with morbid howls and bells, and in the title song. "The Red Scarf" is an old man's lament for his lost wife and the dying of the light, when all that's left is a gift from decades ago. With the addition of organ, courtesy of Wreckless, samples of seas, and narration, this becomes incredibly moving and stands repeated play. It suggests there's much to look forward to from this fellow. by Nick West In these current climes of rock and Emo we tend to forget some of the underlying themes of 'alternative music' in this country. The Hungry Dog Brand thankfully remind us of a few of the sometimes forgotten gems. Martin Dowsing's vocals give us the English inner city delivery of Ian Dury or Ed Ball. This homebred renaissance is accentuated in the Half Man Half Biscuit like storytelling and rhythms that steer to the folksier side of Punk. Memories of cowbells and Splodgenessabounds are almost ignited. Yet on a whole this debut EP is somewhat darker and introspective.'Red Scarf' lilts like a Men They Couldn't Hang ballad, the vocals are forceful and unabashed yet when the refrain 'you gave me a bright red scarf' shudders through the dialogue, emotions are triggered. 'You don't have to be stupid' is the only occasion the EP goes truly up-tempo, like a Milky Wimpshake pop classic it takes modern working class concerns like mundane jobs and churns them up into sugar laced with acid. 'Cruel Days' has a repetitive, hypnotic bass chug that resonates the brain and is punctuated by pockets of melody. 'Strange Nightmare' returns to the dark narrative, yet it is never truly disturbing, if it were a movie you would file it under 'Lost Boys'. Hungry Dog Brand have intrigued me and served up a true alternative here and now, while still reminding us of a somewhat overlooked musical past. by Joey Sandinista
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