The Los Dawsons gig on 4th May

Went to see this lot down at a Thai restaurant/bar in Charlton, well, I was in the place when they came in.
They obviously get paid by food as plate after plate of nosh arrived and was consumed as they began their first set! Starving musicians? These guys will get fat! Maybe squid rings help you play better, I dunno maybe it was just a case of wok'n'roll.....

Anyway, they are a 3 piece, a double bass and 2 guitars, and one of the guitarists sings most of the songs with a few harmonies thrown in from the bassist.
They are probably there for the ambience, to play quietly in the background. Thing is you find yourself listening to them, most people tuned into them, and they became the focal point of the evening for a number of tables including ours.
They did about 3 or 4 sets, they are quite hard to define, it's quirky almost, with a range of interesting takes on some standard pop songs. For example, they did "Can't stand losing You" by the Police, replacing the bitter sense of rejection in the original with a slanted jazz feel that made it more regretful. You found yourself listening to the song anew.
Elsewhere there were Beatles, Elvis, Who songs, among many others, each done with more than an acknowledgement to the original, but with their own playing and take on the song weaving through it.
Some songs worked better than others, but it was all good stuff they were a tight little combo throughout, and there was regular banter with the crowd.
When they weren't stuffing themselves with the food, that is!
Both guitarists played solos, which remained soulful and varied throughout.
The main guitarist probably provided an untimely reminder to any wannabe guitarists in the audience that there are lots of chords they still don't know, and he filled out the accompaniments admirably with the bassist to provide accomplished, relaxed backings.
The singer crooned soulfully, restrained at times, suitably urgent at others.
They knew their place,but they were more than there if conversation on your table dried up, or turned to the next date for the wife's relatives to visit.
So all I wanted to say is I liked them, and that you should get yourselves down to see them.
Before they explode from an overdose of tasty Hors D'ouvres.