A bit of an adventure to see an old friend and hero. So, Jackie, my taxi driver and I set off early in the evening for a 50+ miles ride up into the wilds of Northumberland to see none other than Edgar Broughton. We travelled up towards Hexham, along a winding road up to Allendale and then a few miles further to Sinderhope where we easily found the High Forest Community Centre a small building set on its own surrounded by lovely fields and wildlife (see picture from website, below). We arrived in plenty of time, around 7 PM (the start time was 7:30 PM).
The staff on the door were very helpful “We’ve been expecting you” and made sure I safely entered the building. They directed me to a space right down the front of the small Hall, sitting close to Edgar himself. Edgar is a great hero of mine since the early 1970s. He was, and is, the original rebel as the T-shirt, which he kindly gave me, proclaims (see image). This guy had no fear in the 70s. He was left-wing, antiestablishment and wore his out–there credentials on his white karate suit (which he always seemed to wear at the time).
As I say I sat next to Edgar, my hero and role model (except I did not have the nerve that he did). So, what could I do but talk to the guy. I had a good chat with Edgar about old times and the first time I saw him perform which was with the Edgar Broughton Band back in 1971 at Sunderland Locarno. I recall being part of a conga trail which weaved its way around the ballroom, up the stairs and across the balcony chanting “Out Demons Out” along with Edgar, Steve Broughton (his brother) on drums and Arthur Grant on bass. Edgar was about to embark on a tour of seaside venues playing on the beach, or close by. The next date was at Redcar beach. However, the local council had banned Edgar and the band from playing there. Edgar told us all that night: “The police are trying to stop us playing at Redcar this weekend. We are going anyway and we will play off the back of a lorry. Please come along to see us. Bring your cars and let’s gridlock all of the roads in Redcar”.
And indeed, he did. I was too young to make my way to Redcar at 14 and had no way to get there. I was there in spirit with you Edgar I told him. The police arrested Edgar and he spent the night in a police cell in the local jail. He wrote a song “Judge Called me a Liar” to commemorate the event. I related the whole story to Edgar. “Yes I remember that day well” and he smiled to me. I also told him how I had seen him many times over the years at Newcastle Mayfair, Sunderland Locarno several times, Newcastle City Hall, the Buxton Festival “It was very wet” Edgar said, and in later years at the City Hall as the Broughtons supporting (Ian) Gillan, in a club at Sheffield, Hull Adelphi club, York Duchess and more recently supporting Roger Chapman at Newcastle Academy. All great memories. Edgar nodded. We chatted on about old times. He kindly signed a CD for me. I moved over to let others talk to Edgar and soon it was time for him to take to the stage.
The hall was small; I would estimate that there was not more than 50 people there and the place was full. The guy who organised the concert came up to see me. “Sorry I was not there when you arrived, I was busy lambing”. Such is rural Northumberland. Edgar sat on a stool not far away from Jackie and me in the centre front of the hall. He sang in his unique soulful voice a clutch of new songs, a few I recognised from recent performances and many from his new CD. His first song was about his brother Steve “We were soldiers together”. Steve sadly recently passed away. You could feel the pain in Edgar’s voice. Other songs were more beautiful. Another I recognise recounted a tale of two people falling in love “Can I dance with you?” (or something like that). Before each song Edgar recounted a story on which the song was based. Each song was challenging, beautiful and soulful. Edgar sang to us directly from his heart.
One particular song was a prequel to the Edgar Broughton Band track “Evening over the Rooftops”. Fascinating. After one song he blew me a kiss. Thank you Edgar. And soon it was over. Edgar Broughton took to the stage around 7:40 PM and concluded his set around 9 PM. After the show I said my goodbyes to my hero, Edgar, and Jackie and I entered our taxi. Our taxi driver informed us that he had been watching lambs, rabbits and deer frisking around in the fields. Wonderful.
We travelled back, this time through the centre of Hexham, and onward into the centre of Newcastle (there was a diversion and the A1 was closed southbound) down Westgate Road and across to Sunderland. I was back in my bed shortly after 11 PM. A wonderful evening. Oh, something I forgot. We asked for a drink and were informed that it was a “Bring your own” bar. One guy kindly said “Don’t worry, here’s a can of Red Stripe you can have”. How kind. But that was the sort of evening, the sort of place, the sort of people it had been. A magical night, with my hero Edgar, who was so friendly and kind to me, in a welcoming venue with such welcoming people. Thank you Edgar. Until next time my friend.
No photos from Jackie and me this time. The concert was so intimate and we were so close to Edgar sitting on his stool in front of us that it just didn’t feel right to take photographs. Instead, I have included a photograph of the venue, my T-shirt, the signed CD and a photograph from Wikimedia Commons of the Edgar Broughton Band at a reunion concert in the 100 Club in London, around the same time that I saw them in Sheffield, probably something like 20 years ago. Time for sleep.
Another trip down memory lane. This was 
First up was the legend that is Edgar Broughton. I used to look up to Edgar as a role model; a fearless guy who stood up for, and fought for, what he believed in and what he was passionate about, which was freedom, socialist values and doing the right thing. I have seen Edgar many times over the years, and his spirit remains undiminished. The format has changed, the old Edgar Broughton Band is no more after a sad falling out with his brother Steve, which he sings about in a song that has the lines “We Were Warriors Together”; and how true that was! Now he sings solo with a batch of new songs; his passionate, emotional voice supported only by his acoustic guitar. “Out Demons out” is no more, the only Edgar Broughton Band songs being “Green Lights” and “Hotel Room”, if my memory serves me right. Sadly, several of the crowd talk over him while he sings, the unfamiliar songs raising polite clapping. But to me, who now recognises all the songs, this was a great performance by a great man.
Top of the bill was, of course, Roger Chapman and his band playing songs by Family; all well known by the crowd.We were treated to old Family favourites such as “Top of the Hill”, “Drowned in Wine” and the hit song “Burlesque”, closing with the wonderful “
Line-up: Chuck Berry; Canned Heat; Nazareth; Edgar Broughton Band; Sensational Alex Harvey Band; Medicine Head; Brewers Droop
Out Demons Out! Norm and I went to see Edgar Broughton at the Adelphi Hull last night. Edgar is performing solo these days, just him singing his new songs with an acoustic guitar; the set consists largely of material that he has written over the past few years. We set off for Hull around 5.30pm and arrived around 7.45pm, after an uneventful drive via the York ring road, and found the Adelphi surprisingly easily. We popped into Wetherspoons for a bite to eat, and then went along to the venue around 8.45pm. The Adelphi is a great little venue which sits in De Grey street, just off one of the main routes through Hull. It has been running for many years, and has hosted gigs by some famous names such as Oasis, Pulp and Radiohead. It was the first time we had visited the venue and we were both pleasantly surprised. Support came from local, Scarborough-based, one man band Joe Solo, who gave us a set of folk protest songs, passionately delivered. For his last song he gave everyone in the audience a small percussion instrument and the whole room played along with him. Joe told us that it was 20 years since he first played The Adelphi. 
Edgar took to the stage around 10pm, starting with Soldiers of the Light, which is a recent song about his relationship with his brother. He has a unique voice; dark and mournful. The rest of the set was drawn mainly from his latest album. I recognised several, having seen him perform in York last year, and it was good to hear them again. The set consisted of something like (although not in this order, and I will have missed some): This England; Ice on Fire; My Salvation; Christmas Song; Red Star; There’s a Hole in It and Evening Over Rooftops (from the Edgar Broughton band days). He finished with Arabesque / All Fall Down / Speak Down the Wires, which is an Indian-based chant. The encore was two songs, the first of which was The Poppy (“an early eco song we wrote in 1971”). No Out Demons Out to Norm’s disappointment. The crowd seemed to enjoy the set; Edgar is as passionate as ever, and the songs still have strong elements of protest and social conscience. We left around 11.15pm and were back home by 1.15am.
Edgar Broughton is one of my all time heroes. He is the man; period. During the early 70s he was uncomprising, fearless, and a composer and singer of some great rock music. My early memories of Edgar were gigs at Sunderland Locarno and at festivals such as Reading’72 and Buxton’72. Edgar was usually sporting a snazzy karate suit, and singing tracks from the early EBB lps such as Freedom, Evil, American Soldier, Apache Drop Out and, of course, Out Demons Out. Edgar always had a lot to say and wasn’t frightened of speaking out against the police, the government and anything he didn’t feel was right. He was (and still is) a big man with a deep booming voice, often compared to Beefheart. But there was much more to Edgar. His guitar work was pretty tasty and his songs crossed genres, and defied categorisation.
Onstage I felt as if he was speaking directly to me, and he had quite a powerful, almost frightening personality. I saw him in The Locarno a few days before the (in)famous Redcar gig (which I regret not attending) where Edgar and the band turned up and played from the back of a lorry after being banned from playing on the seafront. He encouraged us all to come along to Redcar, to bring our friends and our cars and to screw up the town and the local police force. Edgar ended up spending the night in Redcar jail, and wrote the song “(Judge) called me a liar” about the experience. One night I recall him telling us not to buy the Out Demons Out single, as that would only give money to the record company. Instead he encouraged us to buy a spray can and spray “Out Demons Out” on walls around the time. As we moved into the mid 70s Edgar and the guys had graduated to playing the City Hall circuit. Although the music was still strong, I felt they lost some of the immediacy and passion that I had experienced in a club and festival setting.
The EBB had some great songs. Favourites of mine were The Poppy, Green Lights, Hotel Room and Evening over the rooftops. Listen to their albums if you get a chance. They are much under-rated. As we came to the end of the 70s, The EBB had all but disappeared from the scene. The last time I saw them they were called The Broughtons, and were supporting (Ian) Gillan at the City Hall around 1979. This was at the time of the Parlez Vous English? lp, which is one of the few Broughton albums which I don’t have in my collection. However, this week I’ve just bought a copy on ebay for 99p; I’m looking forward to playing it after all this time!
The band seemed to disappear from view in the 90s. I missed one show locally in the late 80s or early 90s which was while I was on holiday, and still regret it. However in 2006 they were back, and Will and I caught their gig at Sheffield Boardwalk. I went backstage before the band came on stage, said hello to Edgar (Rob) and the guys and got them to sign my gig flyer. The set that night included all of the well know tracks, starting with Evening Over Rooftops and continuing with Speak Down The Wires; the strange story of The Moth; Why Can’t Somebody Love Me; the great boogie of Momma’s Reward; American Boy Soldier with lyrics updated to comment upon modern war; the proto punk metal of Love In The Rain; Hotel Room; and Out Demons Out as an encore. In introducing the latter song Edgar told the crowd that the demons are still out there and explained that we needed to chant; just as we did in the old day! The EBB has sadly split since, but Edgar plays on, as passionate as ever. I saw him last year in York (see my post from August 2011). 
Vintagerock's Weblog. 