LIVE REVIEW: Jim Jones & The Righteous Mind @ Oslo, London

Tonight we hit a dingy, scuzzy, upstairs bar in Hackney by the glorious name of “Oslo”. Why it has this name is not something that concerns me but it seems out of place for a dirty and depressing London boozer that has played host to some dirty and depressing bands.


Tonight though we find the latest incarnation of Jim Jones, a man whose ‘Revue’ met with unparalleled adoration, unmatched fanaticism, and unblanched devotion.

In ‘The Righteous Mind’ we find a venue-similar level of grind and scuzz to suit the most passionate fan of true blues, and a depth and resonance that while expected, still doesn’t fail to cause the unprepared bystander to take a step back and emit an involuntary grunt. Tonight’s informed audience though seems prepared for this aggressive emotion and for this staggeringly pulsating performance, and keeps its distance.


On arriving onstage, the inestimable Mr. Jones invites us all to take a few steps closer to the front, huddled as we are just a few paces away, afraid our reflexes might let us down if the onslaught is too sudden, too fast, too violent and too unexpected but… well, we stood back for a bloody good reason.


While the entire catalogue of this band is something we will just have to wait to become familiar with, we are invited to sing along with “just three words”, a few songs into the set, as ‘Boil Yer Blood’ makes an earlier than expected appearance and begins/recreates/mesmerises/satiates.

This ain’t rock and roll, this is genocide.


We die with this, we long to live for it and we desperately cling on to it, vainly hoping that it will sustain us for just a few minutes more; keep us believing, and keep us strong. We know it won’t last forever but while it does we give thanks that Jim Jones is a true original; an unequalled ascension amongst the blues/rock/grunting greats and, just for a moment, we care not that our years are advancing. Tonight we die, and we give thanks for the opportunity.