Hey Everybody
Hey everyone.
Last night I headed out to Camden to hook up with my pal Dan, who had called me with a spare ticket to see The Young Gods, a Swiss Industrial Dance trio who were playing the Barfly.
I arrived just a little late and drank a pint with Dan at the World's End. Then we headed to the the venue for the show, The Barfly.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, the Barfly is actually a pretty small space.
It was, however, only half full when the support band, Radar, played. They were studentish, slacker/hipsterish, sometimes dubbed out, sometimes gurbling digital approximations of digital synths were employed. Dan and I watched their set, unable to decide whether or not they sucked. Other folk were not so kind, leaving the upstairs section and heading for the bar downstairs.
Fortunately their set was over soon enough, and Dan and I were able to get a position up near the front. The roadie/manager whatever for Radar aided in tearing down the stage, while The Young Gods, some of whom seemed to be disguised as roadies, set up their keyboard, drum and microphone (apart from some very minimal guitar, these were the only instruments used during the set).
The Young Gods show itself: They looked older than I imagined they would, even if I had seen their faces in the most recent Terrorizer issue. But they still put on a really good show. The keyboardist triggered the sampled guitar riffs and extra percussion (though I do suspect that they were using some kind of sequencer on some of the baselines). The drummer initially looked to lack some animation, but his faultless accuracy more than made up for his minimalist approach. But the thing that pulled it all together was vocalist Franz Treichler, who was an absolute live-wire on stage and in possession of a voice the convinced all that we were in the presence of something special.
I loved it, and not ever the violent dancing of a diminuitive bleach-blond twerp could ruin the show for me.
After the show Dan and I wandered to his busstop, chatting away about stuff. Apparently his new boss/employer is a multimillionaire or something.
I felt that the evening still had some fun left to find, so I took the tube to Angel Station, which was a short walk from Electrowerks, the venue for Slimelight.
It was just after midnight when I got there. It would be about half seven when I would leave.
In that time I: chatted to my friends Callum and Denni, who I knew from Strength Through Joy; but the real highlight of the night for me was to chat at length to Alex Boniwell, whom you might remember is the ever approachable organiser for Breakcore/Gabba/IDM night Sick and Twisted, as well as being a sometime contributor to Alternative London and Terrorizer Magazine, as well a a reliable vinyl pimp for artists I should pay more attention to.
He was at Slimelight to put up posters for the transition of Sick and Twisted from a Monthly night hosted upstairs at the Garage to something a little less frequent, probably at Electrowerks.
His reasons for doing this broke down to two main memes: first of all, he has been doing Sick and Twisted as a Monthly thing for five years now. A change is a good as a holiday.
Secondly: The Garage is part of the Mean Fiddler Group, and the Mean Fiddler Group are being bought out by Clear Channel, a Right Wing Media Conglomerate from America that effectively make Rupert Murdoch's empire look like Pravda.
Alex being a man of principle, he is not going to operate under such a system.
Besides that, I got to swap notes on the Locust Shows and trade stories of brutally editing reviews to meet word limits. He also pointed out some useful Internet Resources and confirmed for me that Hardcore and Gabba were indeed two different kinds of electronic music. I had previously assumed that they were two names for the same thing
After Slimelight: it was Sunday by this point. Took a walk around Angel. Took the tube to Camden. Raided the Camden Markets for warm clothes. Bought a Hoodie and and some T-shirts. And I also found a stall selling leather trousers for £15. Considering the best price I've found before was £80 (at another market stall in Covent Garden) I picked out a pair my size and tried them on. Pretty damn tight, but I could get them on, so I bought them.
Guess I'm sworn off cheeseburgers for a while.
In any case, it is 7 PM and the net cafe is closing around me.
Judge me not too harshly for my fashion crimes.
Over and out.
J
Last night I headed out to Camden to hook up with my pal Dan, who had called me with a spare ticket to see The Young Gods, a Swiss Industrial Dance trio who were playing the Barfly.
I arrived just a little late and drank a pint with Dan at the World's End. Then we headed to the the venue for the show, The Barfly.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, the Barfly is actually a pretty small space.
It was, however, only half full when the support band, Radar, played. They were studentish, slacker/hipsterish, sometimes dubbed out, sometimes gurbling digital approximations of digital synths were employed. Dan and I watched their set, unable to decide whether or not they sucked. Other folk were not so kind, leaving the upstairs section and heading for the bar downstairs.
Fortunately their set was over soon enough, and Dan and I were able to get a position up near the front. The roadie/manager whatever for Radar aided in tearing down the stage, while The Young Gods, some of whom seemed to be disguised as roadies, set up their keyboard, drum and microphone (apart from some very minimal guitar, these were the only instruments used during the set).
The Young Gods show itself: They looked older than I imagined they would, even if I had seen their faces in the most recent Terrorizer issue. But they still put on a really good show. The keyboardist triggered the sampled guitar riffs and extra percussion (though I do suspect that they were using some kind of sequencer on some of the baselines). The drummer initially looked to lack some animation, but his faultless accuracy more than made up for his minimalist approach. But the thing that pulled it all together was vocalist Franz Treichler, who was an absolute live-wire on stage and in possession of a voice the convinced all that we were in the presence of something special.
I loved it, and not ever the violent dancing of a diminuitive bleach-blond twerp could ruin the show for me.
After the show Dan and I wandered to his busstop, chatting away about stuff. Apparently his new boss/employer is a multimillionaire or something.
I felt that the evening still had some fun left to find, so I took the tube to Angel Station, which was a short walk from Electrowerks, the venue for Slimelight.
It was just after midnight when I got there. It would be about half seven when I would leave.
In that time I: chatted to my friends Callum and Denni, who I knew from Strength Through Joy; but the real highlight of the night for me was to chat at length to Alex Boniwell, whom you might remember is the ever approachable organiser for Breakcore/Gabba/IDM night Sick and Twisted, as well as being a sometime contributor to Alternative London and Terrorizer Magazine, as well a a reliable vinyl pimp for artists I should pay more attention to.
He was at Slimelight to put up posters for the transition of Sick and Twisted from a Monthly night hosted upstairs at the Garage to something a little less frequent, probably at Electrowerks.
His reasons for doing this broke down to two main memes: first of all, he has been doing Sick and Twisted as a Monthly thing for five years now. A change is a good as a holiday.
Secondly: The Garage is part of the Mean Fiddler Group, and the Mean Fiddler Group are being bought out by Clear Channel, a Right Wing Media Conglomerate from America that effectively make Rupert Murdoch's empire look like Pravda.
Alex being a man of principle, he is not going to operate under such a system.
Besides that, I got to swap notes on the Locust Shows and trade stories of brutally editing reviews to meet word limits. He also pointed out some useful Internet Resources and confirmed for me that Hardcore and Gabba were indeed two different kinds of electronic music. I had previously assumed that they were two names for the same thing
After Slimelight: it was Sunday by this point. Took a walk around Angel. Took the tube to Camden. Raided the Camden Markets for warm clothes. Bought a Hoodie and and some T-shirts. And I also found a stall selling leather trousers for £15. Considering the best price I've found before was £80 (at another market stall in Covent Garden) I picked out a pair my size and tried them on. Pretty damn tight, but I could get them on, so I bought them.
Guess I'm sworn off cheeseburgers for a while.
In any case, it is 7 PM and the net cafe is closing around me.
Judge me not too harshly for my fashion crimes.
Over and out.
J
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