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Hey there blog connosieurs. (I bet I spelt that wrong)
The Melvins show last night was brilliant.
Being as I am from a city where you can usually pick which venue any particular show will be at by the type of music it is (Hardcore at Mary St, Metal at The Basement, Hippy-Wuss Music at the Zoo, Hipster indie music at Rics etc) I found myself getting to the Scala in Kings Cross and wondering why the doors were closed.
Checking the Ticket I found that the show was actually at the KOKO instead of the Scala. Thank God that King's Cross is on the Northern Line.
I got there midway through a set by a bunch of Sludge Merchants I later found out were actually a band called Part Chimp. I've been hearing about Part Chimp, but I expected them to be more technical and less Doomy. Still, the guitars were heavy as fuck and the Drummer was a joy to watch. Seriously, his drumming reminded me of a Drunk Parent beating a small child. In the best possible way. You'll have to see it to understand.
Next up were Deerhof, who kind of reminded me of Dillinger Escape Plan minus the Cannibal Corpse. In other words, they were nearly nothing like Dillinger Escape Plan, except when Dillinger decide to break it up with some Jazzy bits and other weird theatrical stuff.
But the Melvins themselves were absolutely amazing. Incredible presence, gut level power, incredible drumming and everything else you want and none of the stuff that you can live without.
One of the best shows I've seen since I've been here in the UK.
Seriously. One of the shows that reminds you of why you love music. Powerful, slowly, ridiculously heavy music with Japanese Taiko inspired drums and huge vocals. I can't believe I've never clicked to the Melvins before.
Apparently they were a huge influence on Nirvana, which isn't really surprising, however I can truly say that based on what I saw last night Nirvana at their best still wouldn't have touched them for sheer power.
Other news: I got home too late and got up too late.
Covered in Cigarette smoke and a little sweat, I decided to allow myself the briefest of all showers.
I missed the 0807 train by about five minutes, but caught the 0822. And got to work 15 minutes late.
Fortunately there wasn't much to mark up. Unfortunately marking up was delayed by a) having to spend time opening the post (it was my turn to join the Post Opening Detail today) and chasing a file which has been accidently put on one of my registers (as subsequently moved to another courtroom).
Despite having Solicitors without Defendants, having Defendants without Solicitors and the like the day actually went pretty smoothly.
Lunch: They were out of Chicken at the Ristorante so I had roast beef instead. And I gave in to a hankering for some French Fries. I also ate an Apple and a Peach.
Afternoon: kept nodding off during the trial but managed to be on beat when a witness needed to be sworn in or a document needed to be passed or something.
In fact, the trial ended at Quarter Past Four. Which was a little annoying, since I was hoping that the day would go fifteen minutes longer to make up for the time I lost being late.
No matter.
On the way out the prosecuting Barrister asked me where I was from.
Australian.
Interesting, he said. Since my accent seems to swing between Australian and Irish and New York American. "You ought to get that sorted out."
Dang. I know that I sound American when I'm tired, but I don't like to be told. Later on I might read a page of a book into a tape recorder and listen to it back.
Yes, I'm being insecure and self-obsessed again.
But if Sean Connery was allowed to do this, then so am I.
On the way home I stopped at the Borders on Oxford Street to look for the new Kerrang and the new 2000AD. I still don't have the new 2000AD.
Still, I did see a notice in the window that Borders were looking for new "Periodical Shelvers" or something.
Sounds interesting. It would be an ASAP start, ie quitting the Courthouse without much notice, but I have always wanted work in a bookshop.
Still, I'm not sure if being a Periodical Shelver would be a step up from the courthouse and all it's fringe benefits. Most of which are highly subjective to me.
Borders: It's on the Central Line. I Love Magazines. How much do Periodical Shelvers get paid?
Hmm.
I'll make a list of Pros and Cons when I get home.
And then I'll flip a coin.
I'm going home.
I'm going to watch LOST then get some sleep.
Over and out.
J
The Melvins show last night was brilliant.
Being as I am from a city where you can usually pick which venue any particular show will be at by the type of music it is (Hardcore at Mary St, Metal at The Basement, Hippy-Wuss Music at the Zoo, Hipster indie music at Rics etc) I found myself getting to the Scala in Kings Cross and wondering why the doors were closed.
Checking the Ticket I found that the show was actually at the KOKO instead of the Scala. Thank God that King's Cross is on the Northern Line.
I got there midway through a set by a bunch of Sludge Merchants I later found out were actually a band called Part Chimp. I've been hearing about Part Chimp, but I expected them to be more technical and less Doomy. Still, the guitars were heavy as fuck and the Drummer was a joy to watch. Seriously, his drumming reminded me of a Drunk Parent beating a small child. In the best possible way. You'll have to see it to understand.
Next up were Deerhof, who kind of reminded me of Dillinger Escape Plan minus the Cannibal Corpse. In other words, they were nearly nothing like Dillinger Escape Plan, except when Dillinger decide to break it up with some Jazzy bits and other weird theatrical stuff.
But the Melvins themselves were absolutely amazing. Incredible presence, gut level power, incredible drumming and everything else you want and none of the stuff that you can live without.
One of the best shows I've seen since I've been here in the UK.
Seriously. One of the shows that reminds you of why you love music. Powerful, slowly, ridiculously heavy music with Japanese Taiko inspired drums and huge vocals. I can't believe I've never clicked to the Melvins before.
Apparently they were a huge influence on Nirvana, which isn't really surprising, however I can truly say that based on what I saw last night Nirvana at their best still wouldn't have touched them for sheer power.
Other news: I got home too late and got up too late.
Covered in Cigarette smoke and a little sweat, I decided to allow myself the briefest of all showers.
I missed the 0807 train by about five minutes, but caught the 0822. And got to work 15 minutes late.
Fortunately there wasn't much to mark up. Unfortunately marking up was delayed by a) having to spend time opening the post (it was my turn to join the Post Opening Detail today) and chasing a file which has been accidently put on one of my registers (as subsequently moved to another courtroom).
Despite having Solicitors without Defendants, having Defendants without Solicitors and the like the day actually went pretty smoothly.
Lunch: They were out of Chicken at the Ristorante so I had roast beef instead. And I gave in to a hankering for some French Fries. I also ate an Apple and a Peach.
Afternoon: kept nodding off during the trial but managed to be on beat when a witness needed to be sworn in or a document needed to be passed or something.
In fact, the trial ended at Quarter Past Four. Which was a little annoying, since I was hoping that the day would go fifteen minutes longer to make up for the time I lost being late.
No matter.
On the way out the prosecuting Barrister asked me where I was from.
Australian.
Interesting, he said. Since my accent seems to swing between Australian and Irish and New York American. "You ought to get that sorted out."
Dang. I know that I sound American when I'm tired, but I don't like to be told. Later on I might read a page of a book into a tape recorder and listen to it back.
Yes, I'm being insecure and self-obsessed again.
But if Sean Connery was allowed to do this, then so am I.
On the way home I stopped at the Borders on Oxford Street to look for the new Kerrang and the new 2000AD. I still don't have the new 2000AD.
Still, I did see a notice in the window that Borders were looking for new "Periodical Shelvers" or something.
Sounds interesting. It would be an ASAP start, ie quitting the Courthouse without much notice, but I have always wanted work in a bookshop.
Still, I'm not sure if being a Periodical Shelver would be a step up from the courthouse and all it's fringe benefits. Most of which are highly subjective to me.
Borders: It's on the Central Line. I Love Magazines. How much do Periodical Shelvers get paid?
Hmm.
I'll make a list of Pros and Cons when I get home.
And then I'll flip a coin.
I'm going home.
I'm going to watch LOST then get some sleep.
Over and out.
J
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