February 3 – Black Bear Lodge 7pm, Supporting Mzaza! Fortitude Valley, Brisbane, Qld
February 13 – Twighlight Series, University of Southern Queensland, Toowoomba, Qld
February 15-10 Playmakers Festival, Albany WA
April 26-28 Fairbridge Folk Festival, WA
And in other news... Our album – ‘Cravin Just a Little Misbehavin’ is now available for Hard Copy or Digital Download from an Independent Australian Website – MMusic:
Laique is one of Australia's most exciting new ambassadors to the festival circuit, tantalising audiences with their quirky & tempestuously charming tales. Drawing on influences from 1930s paris jazz and the flamenco music of Spain, topped off with a good dose of solid songwriting, this band will delight and tickle you in all the right places.
Presenting Laique's queen of song Kylie Southwell, along with premium music-men Gerard Mapstone on guitar & banjo, Michael Patterson on violin, Samuel Vincent on double bass and Will Eager on drums.
Gentlemen hold on to your Stetsons, ladies clasp your fascinators! For Laique will fill your Martini glass to the brim with their quirky tunes and tempestuous tales of love, lust, murder, revenge and shoes.
Steeped in a sizzle of hot swing,
there's a twist of mischievous charm
beneath the band's sharp trouser legs and
front woman Kylie Southwell's slick heels,
as the hard popping bedlam begins.
This is wine without the glass
and murder without the guilt.
This is song writing without the diarising.
The swinging twenties without prohibition.
The lust without the phone numbers.
This is Laique!
One frock and four suits.
French manouche, street beats and tango
all fall in line behind one stray black cat.
Click track names to listen!
Photos by Blackbox Photography.
February 3 2013 – Black Bear Lodge, Supporting Mzaza! Fortitude Valley, Brisbane, Qld
February 13 2013- USQ Twighlight Series, University of Southern Queensland, Toowoomba, Qld
February 15-10 2013 – Playmakers Festival, Albany WA
April 26-28 2013 – Fairbridge Folk Festival, WA
|18th & 19th AUG||Various||Bellingen JazzFestival|
Oz Manouche Festival Brisbane, QLD
Tablelands Folk FestivalYungaburra, QLD
Amphitheatre, Roma St
Parklands, Multicultural Festival
|Wed, 14 Sept||
Wunderbar -Brisbane Jazz Festival, QLD
Fri, 19 Aug
Broadbeach Jazz Festival Gold Coast, NSW
Laique is off to Tassie!
With 3 shows and a heavy schedule of wine and food tasting..
JAN 2 – The Taste Festival- Sullivans Cove, Hobart
4:30-6:00 GERARD MAPSTONE: Laique’s members, Gerard (guitar) and Michael (violin) perform their spectacular flamenco show
8:00-10:30 LAIQUE: Tantalise the tasters with temping tales and toe tapping tunes (yeah we know, alliteration is so 80′s….)
JAN 3 – Brookfield Winery – 8pm – 1640 Channel Highway – Margate Tasmania
Book a table: (03)6267 2880
JAN 4 -Alley Cat Bar – 8pm -381 Elizabeth St, North Hobart
by Tina Walsh
A thirty-something music appreciator with a passion for blues, funk, reggae, jazz and soul. I love uncovering new acts and CDs to buy at live gigs. Follow me on twitter @tinajwalsh
Published February 4th 2013
Pop on a frock, dress dapper and enjoy their swing music
The first time I saw Laique, I was introduced to them by a swing-dancing friend of mine. They were performing at the Wunderbar, part of Brisbane Festival, a couple of years ago. They call themselves “One frock and four suits!” and performed at Black Bear Lodge recently as part of a double-bill with Mzaza.
Laique are Kylie Southwell on vocals and banjo, Samuel Vincent on double bass, Gerard Mapstone on guitar and banjo and Will Eager on drums, and call their music swing / folk / pop. It was a glam Sunday night; the band was dressed old-school, and there was lots of lovely ladies in frocks and dapper-dressed gentlemen. The band performed tracks from their debut album Cravin Just a little Misbehavin includingIcarus Falling, a finalist in the World Music Category of the Queensland Music Awards and The End of the Day, finalist in the Jazz Music Category of the Queensland Music Award. No mean feat for a band to have tracks included in the finals of two different categories.
After playing for a fabulous forty minute set, Laique’s CDs sold like hot cakes at the merchandise stand, and Kylie Southwell joined Mzaza for a song during their set.
Sat 12noon-1pm @ St Andrew’s Uniting Church
Sat 8.30-10pm @ Diggers Tavern
Sun 2-3.15pm Diggers Tavern
LAIQUE @ THE TABLELANDS FOLK FESTIVAL!
Yungaburra, Atherton Tablelands, North Qld
FRIDAY 21st OCT – 11pm Community Hall
SATURDAY 22nd OCT -9:30pm Community Hall
SUNDAY 23rd OCT – 1pm The Pavilion
And then… Gerry and Kylie will be performing a trio with the illustrious Mr Jan Van Dijk on fiddle for the JUTE theatre ‘Studio Shorts’ program. Every night, Tues 25th-29th of Oct.
27 May, 2011
Valley Jazz Festival
9 April, 2011
Brisbane Jazz Club
21-25 April, 2011
The National Folk Festival
31 December, 2010
The Parlour, Woodford Folk Festival
29 December, 2010
The Bazaar, Woodford Folk Festival
28 December, 2010
The Parlour, Woodford Folk Festival
5 December, 2010
Queen Street Mall Stage
27 November, 2010
“Cravin Just a Little Misbehavin” CD Launch
17 October, 2010
Roma Street Parklands
5 June, 2010
The Powerhouse Turbine Platform
16 June, 2010
Judith Wright Centre
You can buy our CD online!
Choose your poison:
All manner of Laique paraphernalia available soon!
Courtesy BAM badges and magnets.
The End of the Day
The Boat Song
What I Got Here
The Murder Ballad of Miss Belle Noir
Gracie of the Underworld
Merchants of Sin
The End of the Day (An absence of Gin) Words and Music by K. Southwell well she's the queen of shiny trinkets at the end of the day She's got shoes and hats in boxes at the end of the day when the sun goes away, all she ever cares to do is play a little banjo and have a little fun Well, he buys her lots of treats at the end of the day She never wants for anything sweet at the end of the day His kisses are many, his presents are many so why is she craving just a little misbehaving? Heaven, well that's what she's in... Unless, heaven... has never heard of gin! Martinis... one olive or two? for that she'd give her left foot, perhaps even a shoe! What do you do, with all of those shoes at the end of the day? what does it matter if everyone's chattering at the end of the day? When the sun goes away, all she ever cares to do is play a little banjo and have a little fun
Hush Words and Music by K. Southwell Charlie horse has a cloud over his head and i'm a little worried, it's something I said his colours are all faded and his eyes a little dull his melancholy, bothers me was it the misty drinks of yesteryear the clink of the drink as it poured in his ear was it the fanfare that played until dawn when the sun put itself to sleep, after a long yawn And flying monkeys hunt you down in your sleep so I walk the halls, stare at walls, don't dare to make a peep and you stand there and you pause, for what reason for what cause your melancholy, bothers me was it the misty drinks of yesteryear the clink of the drink as it poured in his ear was it the fanfare that played until dawn when the sun put itself to sleep, after a long yawn Words, they come easily, not so for decency Sings the lovers tale of the lonely nightingale Temptations and travesties, penchants and parodies What's that they say about the play of the clouds and the rain? hush little baby don't you cry mama's at the whorehouse and your papa's getting high hush little baby don't you cry Charlie horse has a cloud over his head and i'm a little worried, it's something I said
Icarus Falling Words and Music by K. Southwell He never looked at me when the sun was bright only took my hand in the grey moonlight and never told a soul of our true love He courted me when the fields were dark and when all were asleep then he'd have my heart and his favourite place to dance was the old graveyard. so we lived out our days beneath the moon's yellow gaze and so we breathed to the wind and curled up within He'd wisk me away in the dead of night and we'd meet for picnics in the faded light of a single chandelier, hanging in the garden And every night we'd make love amidst, the sleeping flowers then, in the hazy mist of the morn i'd fall asleep, eternally alone at dawn so we lived out our days beneath the moon's yellow gaze and so we breathed to the wind and curled up icarus, when we stayed up all night creating stories that we'll never write icarus, when we planned concerts and parties we'll throw in castles, we'll never own but I see that look in your eye the one that says that you can fly and the sky's, only a window away and every day. Seems further away. so we lived out our days beneath the moon's yellow gaze and so we breathed to the wind and curled up within
Reverie Words and Music by K. Southwell She had a style so sweet, a smile to make the fellas weep, a way to make them feel complete and beautiful inside Divine, she is the prize, her eyes, reflect desires She takes them in, her boudoir dim, and fills their heads with lies The velvet drapes are dusty in the hazy light of dawn, beetles crawling down the walls & in the kitchen livin' in every drawer, Shadows flicker on the floor from the ceiling fan The morn is quiet but her head is reeling, 'round in circles waiting to land The fever never did subside, with a bourgeoisie, sense of pride In the dazy haze of the morning light, filled with reverie Delirium, rushing in, a marionette in a house of sin, As the petite suite of strings begin, to play her song of sighs The velvet drapes are dusty in the hazy light of dawn, beetles crawling down the walls & in the kitchen livin' in every drawer, Shadows flicker on the floor from the ceiling fan The morn in quiet but her head is reeling, 'round in circles waiting to land The blackened waters, draw her under, she slips within its sweet caress The silver folds, of her silken deathly shroud, dance beyond her lasting breath She walks, through the day upon the earth, leaving behind a feathered trail those that see her, through the murmur of a cry, unrequited, unveiled
The Boat Song Words and Music by K. Southwell She couldn't find her peace of mind he couldn't wish for another wish they couldn't swim far enough to bring all of their love, to shore without drowning he wandered far, he wandered fro she wondered where there was left to go And they couldn't swim far enough to bring all of their love, to shore without.... as the tides rose high, watched their chance go by to save themselves so she built a row boat The tide rose silently but violently (x2) Save yourself, oh save yourself, oh save yourself She floated high, she floated low, cast no regrets she cast no shadow still they couldn't swim far enough to bring all of their, to shore without drowning as the tides rose high, watched their chance go by to save themselves so she packed a row boat The tide rose silently but violently (x2) Save yourself, oh save yourself, oh save yourself
What I Got Here Words by D. Megarrity, Music by S. Vincent When girls drink wine they're feeling fine When boys drink beer they have no fear They drink away, then they slink away But I got something that's here to stay A little night cap can maybe hit you like a slap But what I got here will fill your little gap Bourbon's too suburban and rum's too glum but what I got here, you gotta get you some What I got here / What I got here / What I got here / is you with your glasses in a stack you've been on the cognac but some of what I got will get those spirits back Put some lead in your pencil and some sugar in your bowl A bird and a bush and a little hand to hold Just a little slip between the cup and my lips Stir me up with a fingertip. Set down that glass because it's perfectly clear You gotta get you some of what I got here I've got you in my bloodstream / Got you in my brain Flow down to my toes / Then back to my heart again Back to my heart You make it start again One taste one touch just the sight of you if you freeze on me, I'll take a bite of you Day and night, right up to the height of you I'm loving what I got in spite of you
The Murder Ballad of Miss Belle Noir Words and Music by K. Southwell She wanders 'round the half moon passing. She fills her glass with flowing red. She dances 'round the silver garden, dead flowers brushing past her legs. do do do, do do do do do do... Night birds they prey upon her beauty, they beckon her to join their skein. They call to her in sweet surrender, collect the threads for her refrain. Whispered tales of wicked betrayals, Haunted souls and deafening wails Their sweet song abates her defence, releases her hold on the world as she... Ascends, Soaring high and laughing wild, her wicked delight Ascends to deprive the stars their right, to shine on her night. Midnight she soars above the gardens, her blood red nails against her throat Her skin translucent in the moonlight, her woeful song that was never spoke In death she follows those that falter, her shrill cry piecing through the night Her face reflected in the memories of those who murdered her in life Whispered tales of wicked betrayals, Haunted souls and deafening wails Their sweet song abates her defence, releases her hold on the world as she... Ascends, Flying high and laughing wild, her wicked delight Ascends to deprive the stars their right, to shine on her night. do do do do do do do do do do do...
Gracie of the Under World Words and Music by K. Southwell According this trip guide I've got one more sip to sip but I'd rather skull it down And I'm opening the pages at random locations and drink the words down And you'd invent the ending using ink upon my skin blue birds fly behind my eye they sing the tales within Tiptoeing round the obvious, Sewing up the seams Ruffle up the feathers and nestle in between Layer by layer tear off transparent skin Odious and tangible, dig your fingers in You smooth over the rought bits and smile between the lines Testing your resolve with a glass of fine wine well it was fine, at the time It was fine, at the time I've musings to rattle the bones of the dead Thoughts, like buzzards curl up in my bed. hunger like buzzards curls up in my bed. Everything's clear now, now that you're here now now that the skies are blue One of these times now, I'm gonna find out what did happen to you but for the time now, you're all mine now life is all cherries and blooms you can be calm now, right on my arm now now that i'm together with you For all the times we were apart, there was a dark cloud over my heart For all the times that you were away, I cried all the night and all of the day....
The Merchants of Sin Words and Music by K. Southwell profits they trade / salvation made in tasting the drink / of bitterness they pass through the day pass through the night groping around for a breath of life tasting the reap of what they sew welding a trophy of what they know the greed in their eyes sharp and alive a hunger for that, which lives between their thighs For the, merchants of sin they find such pleasure within the brave and delicate things that they Buy and sell with devilish whim (x 2) you're standing so tall face to the wall you're wishing away that once adored falling upon each offered prize tasting the treats of which you've been denied the murmurs within they stir the din the joker he smiles the bets are in 4 and 20 blackbirds, he tips it closed and signs, with your lips. For the, merchants of sin they find such pleasure within the brave and delicate things that they Buy and sell with devilish whim (x 2) Everyone around here knows it's name the bars are crawling with the same refrain The street lights die, The trams go by The brilliant ones lie, the weak ones die All the precious things with their shiny toys charming the devilish pants off those boys the treasures they bring are bursting at the seams you wish you were the queen of all those shiny shiny dreams (bursting at the seams with all the treasure they bring and you wish that you were the king)
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