CPI Archive 2008: Rising out of the ashes: Andrew Hamilton caught up with former Revs front-man, Rory Gallagher, and found out about his slow redemption in Lanzarote and the Clare man who saved his career.
THERE was a moment when everything went black for the Revs. After cornering the Irish tiny-rocker market in the early breaths of the naughties - the boys from Donegal soon discovered that everything they touched no longer turned to gold. They were growing older, and with that their music had started to change and mature. The decision that presented itself was both simple and brutal; stay frozen in time like a musical Peter Pan and keep selling records or, be true to themselves, change styles and take the chance of falling into obscurity. They chose the latter, and like so many decisions made with righteous intent, they paid the price. Their final twist came early last year, in a small German town, in the middle of the bands last tour. One morning, in the early German mist, a line was drawn in the sand. Staying put meant a short walk to the tour bus where their manager was waiting patiently, while stepping over that line meant a trip to the airport and a quick yet still painful death. “The weird thing about it is that it never came to a total close. We never really fell out or never really broke the band up per say. It just went really stale. We went through three managers in six years and we were just running out of options. I sensed it was over when we were in Germany - our third album was doing much better over there than it was in Ireland. We were touring around there and playing some really good gigs but, at the same time, we were all coming home from there with €100 each for a tour. That’s tough when you are turning 26 or 27,” said Rory.
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