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New Album Frenzy at Casa Ardross

Some reviews in for Songs in a Scottish Accent:

‘Everyone should listen to Andrew C Ferguson’s new album. Awesome down to earth Scots tunes. Well worth your time guys.’ Charlotte Halton

‘I can see the Springsteen and Dylan influences in the arrangements but that made it all the more enjoyable for me and the lyrics are real-life and insightful. I particularly liked ‘Never Forget’ which is far bolder than anything I would do.’ Norman Lamont

‘Poetic’ Kelly Brooks

‘Production is excellent… everything crystal clear. Musicianship top notch as well.’ Mark Allan

Ok, ok, so these aren’t ‘official’ like reviews, they’re nice things my mates have said about it. However, they are all talented musicians, so I must be getting something right!

Remember, I will send – or hand – you this album absolutely free, and all you have to do is donate something to a refugee charity (or have it on your conscience). There are suggestions on the album page, or there’s always good old Oxfam.

And, in case one album featuring me isn’t enough for you, another two are due along shortly!

First of all, as Venus Carmichael watchers will know, the first full Venus album is currently in post-production, and we’re racing to get it ready for our album launch on 14th December. The track listing will be:

Icarus Wings

All I Can Think Of Is You


Highway Tonight

Coming Around Again


Old School

Spider Arpeggio

Running Song

Rose Tattoo

What’s more, it features the beautiful singing voice of Kelly Brooks on it, rather than mine!

But that’s not all. While recording has started on its sequel, the Isaac Brutal album ‘Dawn of the Trailer Trash,’ featuring my, ahem, multi-instrumental skills, has been ready for some time now, and just needs the cover art nailed down. I can’t wait for this one either, as it features some really strong material in the classic Brutal mould.

Keep the dial here for more news…



Yesterday’s Kids at PJ Molloy’s: or, Post Punk Suit Shopping with added Shock and Awe

My Saturday afternoon visit to the City of Dunfermline kind of symbolised the yin and yang of my life these days. On the one hand, the ostensible reason for my visit was to buy a new suit for a  job interview I have coming up this week. On the other, the first thing that made me think of going there was word of one of my favourite bands, Shock and Awe, playing as part of a ‘Punked at PJ’s’ event that very afternoon.

Now, I should have started with the properly journalistically ethical disclaimer that I play in another band with, currently, 60% of the Shock and Awe line up. So my chances of giving an unbiased review are about as great as, oh, I don’t know, my wanting to never get a pint bought for me at an Isaac Brutal gig ever again.

But, to be fair, I have loved the uncomplicated approach Shock and Awe take to the business of producing rock n’ roll long before I was in a band with any of them –  ever since I booked them, sound unseen, for my Dylan tribute night a few years back. Then, acting on advice, I put them last on the bill, and they raised the roof. For other reasons my memory of that night is somewhat hazy, but I  do remember a barnstorming ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ in particular.

On Saturday, the boys (pictured below before the gig, lurking with intent near the toilet area) were reliant on their own material, and fine stuff it is too. Mainly written, I understand, by lead singer Murray Ramone, Shock and Awe specialise in the classic three minute punk song, except boiled down a bit. More like two and a half. Or two minutes flat. In fact Murray claimed one of them came in at 90 seconds, and he could be right.

In any event, the sound is very much that of a punk band playing it fast and loud: perhaps even more so on Saturday, since Graham’s saxophone had broken down the night before so it was three guitars, bass and drums all the way. The words on standards like ‘Yesterday’s Kids’ are simple and direct; this approach perhaps reaches its apogee on ‘Everyone is fucked,’ the lyrics of which (dedicated to the President-Elect on Saturday) consist of:

Everyone is fucked

No one fucking cares

Everyone is fucked

No one fucking cares

Everyone is fucked

And no one fucking cares…

Leonard Cohen it ain’t, but it was all pretty rousing, and the smallish crowd (which may have consisted of me, the next band on, and their followers) were very appreciative.

After that, the prospect of post punk suit shopping (by which I mean shopping after hearing some punk rock, rather than ‘post punk,’ since I have no real clue what the hell that means) seemed a bit of a come down. It was only after I got into the changing room to try something on that I realised I was still wearing the PJ Molloy’s gig wristband.

That kind of did it for me. I didn’t buy the suit.


Brexit, Biscuits and Bigotry – who really won in June.

Daughter and Heiress’s latest thoughts on post-Brexit Britain

Heather Ferguson Scot Blog

Article 50 is yet to be triggered (if ever) but that doesn’t mean that June’s referendum has not already changed the country. We have already been told we will soon have to pay more for our KitKats and fish fingers but there have already been darker consequences. Hate crime rose in its wake with the National Police Chief’s Council indicating a fifty-seven percent rise in attacks in the days following the referendum. Immigrants who had lived comfortably here for years soon found themselves bearing the brunt of not only verbal abuse but physical in attacks in some cases. An anti-immigrant rhetoric soon showed its ugly head. The Britain that celebrated its multiculturalism and welcomed immigrants didn’t seem like the same place anymore.

Immigration was a major topic in the Brexit debate and the issue seemed to drive many ‘Leave’ voters to vote the way they did. However, following the referendum…

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