Foreword By Dijancer

What is the Yellow Movement? Amorphous, ambiguous and inclusive. A creative movement started by a number of different bands and creatively gifted brothers and sisters. From musicians to photographers to spoken word performers to cartoonists and everything in between. We don’t take ourselves too seriously but we take our music and art seriously. Some of us embrace and openly wear the colour Yellow (including the band I am in, Colonel Mustard & The Dijon 5) and others simply have a desire to entertain, affect positive change and put more peace, joy, love and happiness into the world. Embrace your inner child. Dance like no one’s watching. Smile. THINK POSITIVE.


Why Yellow? Because it’s the colour of sunshine, the most positive of colours and we all want more sunshine and positivity in our lives.


If you are reading this, you are now part of the Yellow Movement. We welcome you with a smile and a warm hug. We are all One.


So sit back, relax, put your feet up and be prepared to read about the best music scene in the world. And the best part? It’s all on your doorstep waiting for you to join us. See you at a gig soon…


David “Dijancer” Blair


The Clutha Trust Festival (Clyde Street) by C T Herron


Glasgow is a city with such strong community spirit that catastrophes are often felt keenly by everyone and the pain shared.  The Clutha tragedy of 2013 brought the city to a standstill. That devastating incident, which claimed the lives of ten people, affected everybody and was sorely sensed throughout the streets. When something like that happens in Glasgow you don’t need to see the news to know of it, or even speak to anyone, it’s almost palpable the moment you step out into the street. However, Glasgow is also a city that can bounce back from anything, and nearly two years later, something positive has arisen and grown from the aftermath of the disaster, The Clutha Trust.

The Clutha Trust is a charity that focuses on helping young people, children with various disadvantages, specifically channelling their work through the medium of art and culture, and as you know one of the most powerful and cultured forms of art in this world is music. So it was a musical phantasmagoria of great local talent last Saturday, when a dozen or so bands/artists spearheaded by the Yellow Movement with Colonel Mustard & The Dijon 5 headlining, took to the stage in aid of The Clutha Trust’s premier music festival.

Diligent charity organizer Dutch Rukowski pulled off no small feat closing off part of Clyde Street to fill it with stage, speakers, bouncy castle and music-lovers, who all conglomerated to take in a range of diverse acts, raise awareness of a good cause, and most importantly, to have fun doing so.

The line-up was a smorgasbord of different genres, kicking off with acoustic African-style reggae and lapsing smoothly into Afro-Caribbean pop/hip-hop with Wow Global Studio. Following that, Azure Halo (featuring members of Glasgow’s favourite sea-shanty sons Trongate Rum Riots) exploded in a giddy whirl of grungy blues and snotty punk akin to a contemporary Velvet Underground, the singer effortlessly chopping his vocs between heart-breaking melancholy blues and snarling, spitting Lou Reed-style proto-punk.

Awesome local talent, ska-punk band The Cherry Reds were next, and sent me off into a spinning, skanking spasm, a one-man-circle-pit, with their covers of not one, but two Rancid songs, ‘Evil’s My Friend’ and ‘Roots Radicals’! A special moment for me, as you rarely get to hear Rancid’s music live (with them only playing Scotland a few times in the last 20 years). The Cherry Reds also treated us to a well-executed version of the Clash’s ‘White Man in Hammersmith Palais’, pleasing present and past punks alike ranging from 70’s punk to the punk music of 2014. The Cherry Reds are no cover band though, with plenty of their own brilliant 2-tone three-chord offerings, and they topped off a cracking set poignantly, with the song ‘Life of a Rude Boy’ written in memory of their friend, one of the victims of the crash. A very talented young band worth seeing live and a must see for fans of ska/reggae/punk (look out for their upcoming New Hellfire Club instore gig).

Record-breaking, chart-hitting, palative purveyor of power-pop, Horse, held off the rain mid-afternoon with her potent voice and treated us to some classics from her decades-spanning back catalogue that was well received and fitted the atmosphere of the event perfectly.

Though the schedule was so tight you could slip a cigarette paper between sets, there was still time for all sorts of impromptu performances ranging around everything from freestyle rap to swing and ska, to blues and rock, and random bouts of madness in-between, such as The Dijon 5 gate-crashing the nearby ICW wrestling show to invade the ring and ‘lay the smackdown’ on unsuspecting wrestlers DCT and Grado, before Viper rushed to the ring and emptied it of everything yellow, delivering ‘kicks and chops to fleeing (condi)mental Mustarados! But not before Dijancer Dijon flew from the top rope to deliver a spectacular Snuka-style body splash! There’s talk Viper may have injured one of the Dijancer’s ribs in the bout so maybe we’ll see a rematch one day soon! My money is on the back-flipping, head-spinning, high-kicking, Jackass-baptised, Shaolin Dijancer Dijon! Sorry DCT, Grado and Viper!

Around the time the Dijons were ‘opening a can of whoop-ass’, rapper, rocker, all round prolific performer and Yellow Movement Legend, The Girobabies’ frontman Mark McGhee introduced two-piece female punk rock group The Twistettes, who would deliver a blistering set on a pleasantly-deafened crowd. It never ceases to amaze me how two sisters with only a bass guitar and a set of drums between them can unleash such a huge auditory experience on a crowd, but they do, with pounding percussion and a growling bass, they rattle out a mind-blowing set of mangling melodies and rifftastic rock ruinage. It’s pure anarchic adrenaline, punk rock/power grunge for a new age!

Other acts included, internationally acclaimed Ibiza resident Jack Eye Jones, lyrically-charged rock, pop and blues bastions James & The Giants, and as far as the weather was concerned, in the close-knit battle of Rain vs Sun, the yellow sun shone through. The Carlton Jugband brought in the evening hours with an enjoyable set that was a tapestry of bluegrass, woven with drums and saxophone and stitched with country and folk.

As dusk settled in over the River Clyde, Glasgow’s own Samba Ya Bamba dished out a helping of scintillating samba rhythms, drawing the crowd in closer as to a warm campfire, and then it was time… Time for Glasgow’s stereophonic funk-producing, disco-inducing, twin-magnetic rock receptors Colonel Mustard & The Dijon 5!

There are so many ways to describe the glory of a Colonel Mustard & The Dijon 5 live show and so little space it’s hard to know where to begin?! I’ll start by saying no other band is as involved with their fans as they are, to the point where the fans are virtually part of the group too. Affectionately named the 6th Dijon, it makes watching them one of the most rewarding and warming musical experiences to be a part of. The beauty of their act is a grandfather could stand with his son and his grandson and even his great-grandson, and all four generations would appreciate their musical mayhem simultaneously, transcending all ages and cultures. We had children dancing down the front, pensioners dancing at the back, and everything in between (also dancing).

Genre-hopping, seriocomic songs to party to, and party to them we did, everybody was swept up in the Yellow Movement and it grew bigger still. Many new 6th Dijons were adopted and ordained that day. I gleaned this by asking the patrons what they thought as they filed out after the show, and the response was one of overwhelming positivity for The Dijon 5, and how can you not be happy when you’re waving your hands in the air repeating ‘everyone’s happy, everyone’s smiling, no-one here is sad anymore’? Colonel .Mustard & The Dijon 5 pack a feel good vibe that echoes and resonates through the music world with every gig they play, and they nail them all! The t-shirt itself is becoming as iconic a part of Glasgow’s scenery as the cone on the Duke of Wellington’s head!

I don’t even have the space to go into some of the fantastic happenings that went down during that performance, from Samba Ya Bamba playing them in with an alliance on new song ‘Cross The Road’, to Mark McGhee’s excellent collaboration in rapping a verse for ‘These Are Not The Drugs (You Are Looking For)’, to leg-splitting, stage-diving, breakdancing battles between the Dijancer and One-T, a young man who stole the show during that Dance Off with some of the coolest moves I’ve ever seen! He made the Dijancer’s alacrity seem static in comparison, and that’s saying something, although he was nursing a (potential) broken rib! The ever-present wit and banter of yellow-suited, disco-ball helmeted frontman John McMustard and the skilled backing of the ragtag ensemble of heterogeneous musical talents that are the Dijon 5 played the night out to the glorious culmination of a successful day. Ending with crowd favourite ‘It Always Ends In Tears With A Ginger Girl/Boy’ we line-danced, boogied and sang our hearts out to the very end, flanked by a dancing samba bateria, muscle-bound wrestlers, children twirling and spinning and even the security guards couldn’t help but tap their feet and stare in slack-jawed amazement at what unfolded on stage.

Gavin Mitchell AKA Boaby the barman of Still Game (now officially a 6th Dijon) attended, soaking up the yellow vibes and an upbeat ambience permeated the atmosphere all day. Everyone was happy, everyone was smiling, no-one there was sad anymore, as was evident by the dancing, laughing, smiling attendees everywhere you looked. Those lost in the tragedy were remembered and honoured with music, and money raised for charity has not been estimated at the time of this writing, but buckets were passed around all day and people were not holding back on the donating (especially as many got a free gig by simply loitering around the outskirts of the fences, perhaps something to be remedied for next time). The event ran smoothly without any hitch that I could detect, and I can see it growing into a fine annual tradition in years to come. I hope to attend every one and expect to see you all at the next one. You can donate to The Clutha Trust’s worthy cause by visiting and can check out any of the bands mentioned here through their respective social media pages. Give them a like and a listen, support local music. Remember, simply by reading this, you are already a 6th Dijon, welcome to the Yellow Movement! Peace, Love & Mustard.

This is #YellowMovement.

C.T Herron

Originally published on NHC music 02/06/2015