The worlds of punk rock and folk have been crossing paths for many years, and more often than not share very similar traits. There are just as many punk songs about love, life, and protesting against the norm as there are folk songs, and both genres possess a an incredibly raw sense of honesty when done right. One man, who has transcended both genres, is Chuck Ragan. From fronting arguably the best punk rock band of the last 20 years, Hot Water Music, to making a name a name for himself as an acoustic guitar toting troubadour, Ragan is one of the few artists who does both of these things exactly right.
On this exceptionally cold March night in London, there is a warm, community-esque vibe thick in the air of the Scala, one that can only be attributed to the connection people feel to tonightâs headliner. You know that feeling, the one where you could probably talk to anyone in the room and it would be like you have known them for years, even if you havenât met them before. A sense of community that you only get in the punk scene.
First up is Tim Vantol, who has come from the Netherlands to tell his stories to a particularly keen audience, and he does so with incredible passion. He is only given half an hour with us this evening, but Vantol is compelling enough to make you want to watch him play songs like âApologies, I Have Someâ, or âIf We Go Down, We Will Go Down Togetherâ all night long. Itâs safe to say that as the crowd swells during his performance that Tim Vantol will soon become more than just an opening act on tours like this, and has gained more than a few new fans tonight.
Home grown folk-rock sextet Skinny Lister take to the stage next, and are certainly lively considering they jetted in from SXSW in Texas less than a week ago. There are no cobwebs on the London band, and even if things their delivery feels a little contrived, and at times clichĂ©d, they do provide a âright olâ knees upâ to say the least. Their set draws heavily on their forthcoming album âDown on Deptford Broadwayâ, and as they pass a flagon of ale around the Scala, their huge personalities enchant a large portion of the crowd this evening, and before long they will no doubt be headlining this venue themselves.
When Chuck Ragan appears to a rapturous applause, it is like being greeted by an old friend, and before he has even uttered a word his presence alone manages to fill the room. Backed by The Camaraderie â which currently includes Hot Water Music drummer George Rebello â they dive straight into âSomething May Catch Fireâ from last years excellent album âTill Midnightâ, and continue through a career spanning set. Older tracks âNothing Left To Proveâ, âRotterdamâ, and âYou Get What You Giveâ all sound huge tonight, with Chuck Raganâs vocal becoming more grizzled and gravel-laced as they years have gone by.
The Camaraderie leave the stage for a few songs gives us a chance to see Ragan at his most stripped back as he runs through passionate covers of Cory Brananâs âSurvivor Bluesâ and Alkaline Trioâs âBleederâ, and also informs the crowd that Hot Water Music are in the process of writing new music before performing an acoustic rendition of âDrag My Bodyâ. His band returns to the stage for the spine-tingling âBedroll Lullabyâ, and âThe Boatâ, which as expected brings the house down tonight, with Chuck Ragan visibly moved by the response to their music.
Tonight didnât feel like a show or performance by any of the artists, but more a gathering of like-minded spirits getting together to celebrate nothing more than their love of honest music. Anyone who ever doubted the power of song should come to a Chuck Ragan show and be proved wrong, because this was as inspiring as it gets.