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shermaramaThis evening SON OF NOTHING will be at the Hope and Anchor in Islington, with The Red In Sophia Loren and Skyfalls.
Only The Red In Sophia Loren is an impossible name to search for any more details about, and Skyfalls were emo-core a year ago but haven't updated their website since then other than to say that the band has had a major personnel change.
Where are we in this highlight-packed bill? At the bottom, on at bloody half past eight.
Still. New songs written, one being played live for the first time tonight, another session of drums recorded for the Bad Fucks, including the essential I Was A Teenage Bad Fuck, and a gig last week playing for Fire & Forget in Cambridge, which went as well as or better than could be expected and included the joy of being flabbergasted by Skelliga's drummer. She's never going to be a hard hitter but I'm not sure I've ever seen such speed and technical skill before, or not in combination with a real appreciation of how to use it musically. You get drummers who can pull off the chops, the flash stuff, the double-everything, but they're usually as musically sensitive as a lump of mis-cast concrete. You get drummers who have the essence of the song caught lightly up like a streamer in their hand, making it weave and skip and take everyone flying with it, but since there's such fun to be had from playing the simple stuff they're not in the same rush to get the chops down. Skelliga's drummer clearly has a firm hold of the song, even when she couldn't stop laughing over the end of one where the unfortunate violin problems were getting out of hand, and yet takes that space and fills it with all sorts of everything. Perhaps because she's not going for assault-volume, perhaps that's why it comes through so clear.
Only The Red In Sophia Loren is an impossible name to search for any more details about, and Skyfalls were emo-core a year ago but haven't updated their website since then other than to say that the band has had a major personnel change.
Where are we in this highlight-packed bill? At the bottom, on at bloody half past eight.
Still. New songs written, one being played live for the first time tonight, another session of drums recorded for the Bad Fucks, including the essential I Was A Teenage Bad Fuck, and a gig last week playing for Fire & Forget in Cambridge, which went as well as or better than could be expected and included the joy of being flabbergasted by Skelliga's drummer. She's never going to be a hard hitter but I'm not sure I've ever seen such speed and technical skill before, or not in combination with a real appreciation of how to use it musically. You get drummers who can pull off the chops, the flash stuff, the double-everything, but they're usually as musically sensitive as a lump of mis-cast concrete. You get drummers who have the essence of the song caught lightly up like a streamer in their hand, making it weave and skip and take everyone flying with it, but since there's such fun to be had from playing the simple stuff they're not in the same rush to get the chops down. Skelliga's drummer clearly has a firm hold of the song, even when she couldn't stop laughing over the end of one where the unfortunate violin problems were getting out of hand, and yet takes that space and fills it with all sorts of everything. Perhaps because she's not going for assault-volume, perhaps that's why it comes through so clear.