England

26th July 1991 Derby, The Dial

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Unknown

Advert: 
Support acts: 

Revolver

Notes: 

Thanks to Richard Spencer for confirming this date and for the flyer scan.

29th June 1991 Oxford

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Slowdive
Spanish Air
Cath The Breeze
Brighter
Morningrise
She Calls
Avalyn

28th June 1991 London, University of London Union

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Slowdive
Spanish Air
Primal
Catch The Breeze
Brighter
Morningrise
She Calls
Avalyn

Advert: 
Support acts: 

Revolver

Known recordings: 

Audience recording circulates.

Notes: 

Ticket source: Slowdive - A New Dream

25th June 1991 Reading, University of Reading

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Slowdive
Spanish Air
Cath The Breeze
Brighter
Primal
Morningrise
She Calls
Avalyn

24th June 1991 Sheffield, The Lower Refectory

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Unknown.

23th June 1991 Manchester, The Boardwalk

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Unknown.

Advert: 
Support acts: 

Revolver

Reviews: 

Slowdive/Revolver The Boardwalk, Manchester

REVOLVER singer Mat leaps up on stage in leather trousers, yells "Kick It!" and launches into a bloodcurdling Joan Jett number, culminating in a screamed "We live in urban hell! We destroy rock'n'roll!" Uh, sorry. Wrong concert. Actually he sort of shuffles on, his improbably sheep-like bowlcut hiding his frightened little eyes, attempts a mark Gardnew pout and mumbles "This one's called 'Crimson' or 'Wave'. Or 'Painting Pictures'". Or something. Two fey verses are followed by the noisy bit (Revolver own every effects pedal mummy can buy), by two more verses etc, just like Ride's glorious "Dreams Burn Down", only nothing like it at all. The next one features a "Shimmering" into puntuated by a crashing Mondays drumbeat. It's called "Jewel". Fine. Except that Chapterhouse have already recoded it (they called it "Pearl").

This is alarming. We appear to be dealing with a generation of bands who have heard My Bloody Valentine's copyists without actually listening to the great band themselves. No, Paul Lester, another one of these bands deosn't make the world a better place. Fancying the audience isn't enough any more. We're talking seriously deminishing returns. Multiple (de)generation photocopies. Come on, kids! Chapterdrive and Slowmoose aren't the only options! YOU CAN BE ANYTHING! There are so many possibilities! Jane's Addiction, World Of Twist, Cranes, 808 State, Primal Scream, Manic Street preachers, Massive Attack, Young Gods... Or all at once! Or skip the present and dig around in car boot sales! Or don't be in a rock band at all. There are other ways to get a girlfriend.

Take a sample lyric: "I love you more than I'm letting on..." For f***'s sake, get a life! It's a sick world out there, and you're writing Hallmark greetings cards, Listen boys, leave university (Revolver are freshers at Queen Mary College), experience a few extremes! Then write some songs. If they're still crap you can always do an MA. Don't take it personally. Don't hate me because I'm the one to tell you. You know I'm right, and so do the more intelligent among your audience. You'll thank me one day.

Bands like Revolver have turned the whole noise/beauty interface into just another style. Like rhythm and blues. It's become possible to just go to a gig. To see a band. Truth is, we're in a 167/1977 situation, where everyone's mastered the sound of the moment (or, to be precise, the sound of 1988's "isn't Anything" - an album which should have been advertised with the slogan "One day, all bands will sound this way"), but only a handful know the way forward.

Revolver, like so many others, are hooked up on a major safety catch. Loaded? I doubt it. Half-cocked, I'm afraid. WHO KILLED IMAGINATION?

Take a deep breath. And then Slowdive go and blow my whole argument simply by being brilliant, wonderful, beautiful, and as if you'd never heard those words before. Slowdive are the final dream of a pill-cupboard suicide. Only the young and beautiful can carry off this terrible sadness with such glamour. Beacause only the young and beautiful have no right. This is the unacknowledged debt owed to Goth by The Scene That Suffocates Itself (Slowdive are named after a Siouxsie single, Rachel used to be a Reading Gothchick before she went au naturel). A few less skulls and bats, a bit more echo on the spiralling mock-eastern guitar lines, but the shadow cast by The Cure's "100 Years", Sisters of Mercy's "Reptile House" of The Banshees' "Overground" is long.

Rachel coos meaninglessly while the one with the Brian Jone haircut (they all have Brian Jones haircuts) does the Sonny to her Cher. Slowdive have got all the angles covered. Mercilessly perfect, and, er, effortlessly cool. If you can turn a blind ear to the enrmous cliches they deal in, Slowdive can take you higher than the sun.

By the third song I decide to buy a tee-shirt (only arselickers get things for free). By the time "Avalyn" has destroyed my critical faculties (Slowdive may be on the pastoral extreme, but this doesn't make them placid), pearly dewdrops are dropping from the ceiling.

These (here's the one I've been saving up) are sub-aqua lullabies. So i;ll let another one slip through the doors of my heart. But this could be the last time.

End.

This piece, entitled 'Falling Upwards' appeared in the June 29 1991 issue of Melody Maker. The reviewer was Simon Price.
Computerised for Slowdive - A New Dream by Darren (MusicManic)

6th June 1991 London, Town & Country Club

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Slowdive
Spanish Air
Primal
Catch The Breeze
Morningrise
She Calls
Avalyn

Support acts: 

Slowdive opened for Chapterhouse at this gig.

26th June 1991 Salisbury, Salisbury Arts Centre

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Unknown

13th April 1991 London, The Venue

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Spanish Air
Catch The Breeze
Bleed
Primal
Slowdive
Morningrise
She Calls
Ballad Of Sister Sue
Avalyn

Ticket: 
Support acts: 

Beautiful Happiness, Revolver

Reviews: 

The Venue, London

The two exhibitionists trying their hardest to freak out towards the front haven't really got the right idea. Slowdive are hardly an inducement to start jumping into people - quite the opposite, in fact. They're incapacitating. An ideal position in which to listen to them would be lying flat on a bed, holding a white lily across your chest while a priest administers the last rites. Slowdive are deathly. So hush, pay a little respect.

Seeing them live on stage isn't the ideal setting, anyway. It's a little difficult to start drifting off when you keep bumping into the person next to you, and they're not exactly captivating visually. Some bands, like Spacemen 3, can barely move a muscle throughout a gig and still hold your attention, but Slowdive don't have that air of charismatic concentration. I can't tell whether it seems as if their actually being there is incidental to the music or vice-versa. Appearances do matter, and personally I'm getting a little tired of this non-commital eyes-to-the-ceiling/"I'm so fragile" approach that so many of you find sexy. It's too easy. All the truly memorable bands look as if they're giving it their all, as if the performance is taking something out of them.

It's not as if Slowdive don't have a heck of a lot going for them, but if we're going to proffer them the torch to carry us all further forward into this decade, I want a little more indication of where they're able to go. Right now, the possibilities seem limited. For a start, as lovely as it often is, they only have one song. You already know it; the ssunken half-sullen half-wistful vocals, the undulating wash of guitars slowly draining away, and that glow, like an emerald turning incandescent in answer to a rediscovered password, lighting the way once more to your own secret garden.

By rights, they shouldn't have individual tracks, they should have movements ("Part One: The Dream Begins", "Part Two: The Dream Continues In Very Much The Same Vein" etc). Strangely, a fairly slight change can often make a great deal of difference. At their most enchanting, such as "She Calls" or the aptly-titled "Losing Today", their reveries sound nostalgic in the best sense of the word; not looking back in order to reclaim a gratifying foundation of antiquated values, but looking back in order to lose your foundation, to retreat further back into a past that's pre-you.

Like the characters in a Paul Auster novel, Slowdive answer a calling that asks them to cast off the personal effects that blind them to the here and now, the trappings against which they measure themselves like cogs in the machine. But they only go so far. They don't take you close enough. The morose "Avalon" shows up all their weaknesses more than most. Again the title is exemplary (a never-never land, a search to take you out of time and identity), but it doesn't go anywhere, just rises and falls without any sense of progression. What's lacking is the pull of awe. Slowdive show little compulsion to make that sacrifice, to allow themselves that triumphant loss.

Don't start falling at their feet just now. They've yet to find the way to go.

Written by Johnathan Selzer in Melody Maker (April 20, 1991)
Computerised for Slowdive - A New Dream by Darren (MusicManic)

The Venue, London

LIKE CHAPTERHOUSE, like Moose, like whoever with a penchant for lazy, effects-mangled guitars, Slowdive aren't so much static on stage as terrifyingly inert. Communication is monosyllabilic at it's most conversational. Shaking a tambourine constitutes riotous behaviour. Anything like sneezing would probably unbalance the entire equilibrium of Slowdive's live environment.

They remind me of a newspaper article which, commenting on a change of exhibits at London Zoo, said that the newly-installed koala bears made the recently-departed panda look like a 100 metre olympic sprint champion by comparison. These people need some fresh air and a vicious vitamin course.

The again, naturellement, Slowdive's music hardly encourages cartwheels across the boards. They start slowly, they finish at the same pace. To all intents and purposes, the set consists of taking all of The Kitchens of Distinction's sparking, sonic bits and stretching them out to sloth-like velocity. Fortunately, believe you and me, this is a fabulous thing.

By the time the opener, 'Shine', reaches halfway point Slowdive are home and dry in entertainment alone: immersed in a beatific swirl of soaring guitars and suspended whispers which re-defines the word tranquil, they're lost in limbo, tempting comments about cerebral impulses and other biological mysteries I know bugger all about.

That they rarely manage to subsequently scale such peaks hardly seems to matter. That, to the passing ear at least, 'Avalyn' and 'Slowdive' are distinguishable only by the latter's minutely wilder inclinations matters even less. Rather than churn out hook and toy with potentially unhappy opposites, Slowdive lend themselves to artistic experimentation, creating a warming flow, a sonic stream which makes Julee Cruise resemble Giant haystacks in the ethereal department.

Thereby appoint vacant front-murmurers Neail and Rachel The Carpenters for the '90s, and applaud the slippery, syrupy sweetness of the Slowdive sound. Yeah, just like honey.

End.

This piece, entitled 'Another Fine Mesmerise' appeared in the April 20 1991 issue of New Musical Express. The reviewer was Simon Williams.
Computerised for Slowdive - A New Dream by Darren (MusicManic)

26th March 1991 London, BBC Studios 'John Peel Sessions'

Artist:

Line up: 

Neil Halstead, Rachel Goswell, Simon Scott, Christian Savill, Nick Chaplin

Setlist: 

Catch The Breeze
Shine
Golden Hair

Notes: 

From the Official Slowdive Facebook page

Dale Griffin produced the only Peel Session we recorded at the BBC in Maida Vale, London in Spring 1991. He had a bit of a reputation at the BBC as someone who didn't suffer fools, so as professional fools we were a little apprehensive. In the end we fumbled through versions of Catch The Breeze, Shine (listed as "Song 1") and our re-working of Syd Barrett's Golden Hair.

Officially released on the 2005 reissue of Just For A Day

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