Friday night gig

[shermarama]

Esteemed Brighton protest-punk band Axis Of Arseholes were playing in London on Friday night so we went to see. The first lot on were all about twelve and must have spent a significant proportion of their lives so far on their hairdos. They were called Smoky Carrot, they really really wanted to be the Sex Pistols and some of them probably even have a promising future in bands as they weren't at all bad, if not exactly revelatory. The singer in particular, once he finishes growing and perhaps develops a chin, since he could clearly sing but was diverting it into yell rather nicely. He also had one of the best slogan t-shirts I've seen so far - "I'm in the Bible" which must be some sort of recommendation. The second band were rubbish, I'm afraid, all screwed-up face emo-wank. I've always thought that Batman t-shirts were bad signs in this kind of thing; someone who's clearly interested in buff blokes in rubber and leather but is too repressed to do anything about it. They were called Screaming Green, anyway, and I realise you were unlikely to but in case you might for some reason, don't. Axis of Arseholes themselves were good, though it's a bit odd to see them in a place where there's a few people bopping along and some cheering and clapping at the end of songs but not the all-out scrum you get when they play at the Cowley. The sensible reason why not is because of Brighton and the Cowley club in particular's thing for protesting crusties, although I'd also like to blame the Mother Bar at 333 Old Street, where this gig was, charging £3.80 a pint for a choice of crappy lager or Guinness, while the Cowley does Dark Star ales for £2.20-2.40. At that price we didn't stick around for the headliners. A short walk later and by some miracle, given the location, we managed to find a proper local pub for local people away from the press of Hoxton twattery, that had a pool table and a dartboard and Landlord on tap, and we contented ourselves with simple pastimes til they kicked us out and then I cocked up the night buses home because I hadn't come back to this place by night bus yet. Smashing.

This afternoon I have actually played the drums for the first time in about two months. Someone at work has a band that was formed for the sake of the idea of playing at a friend's gallery show, and at the moment they do covers of obscure shoe-gaze and twee-pop but they're looking to start writing original stuff. They previously had a very rock drummer who claims to have been powered by the Norse Gods and who has done things like turn The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah into some massive fill-laden monster; it's not often that I would take a band's previous recordings and want to do a *less* rock version but this is the case here. I'm not sure what they thought of me and what I thought of them, as a band, but it was certainly good to be playing again. I'd forgotten exactly how much exercise playing the drums constitutes, even for a relatively sedate band like this. I'll hear more from my colleague tomorrow, anyway.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Did you know that red amber is the color of my eyes.

[(Anonymous)]

私のおめめは悪いエネルギーから身を守ってくれているらしい。

[(Anonymous)]

そうだ。6月にあんばーのぶれすれっとを買おう。とろーるの。