Still too hot...
But it did rain earlier this morning.
The frontpage of the Evening Standard yesteday was an aerial photograph of the effect that this weather has had on Hyde Park. Serious WTF territory, it looks dry and scorched.
Anyways, penny tour of the last two days:
Thursday Night: figured I'd go see a Canadian band in Camden called The Birthday Massacre. Crap name, but their myspace had some pretty good tunes, and there were recommended to me by a bunch of friends.
The tube was like a new circle of hell in terms of the heat.
I picked up a ticket at the venue and kicked back at the Dev til showtime.
The Show Itself: Some assclown had decided that a sold out show didn't warrant a cloak room, so I had to carry my scoleosis inducing bag (with my jacket in it) for the duration of the show, putting me in a really bad mood.
Which wasn't helped by the shockingly bad UK Goth support bands. Some twats name D.U.S.T and Suicide Aircrash Crew or some other crap. Lousy vocals, shit songwriting, canned drums (running of iTunes in one case), fat girls on bass, inability to construct a groove to save their own lives and overlong sets.
Seriously, there is a reason why Goth bands are routinely laughed at by most other musicians, and these bands illustrate it perfectly.
And then The Birthday Massacre came onstage. Initially I couldn't see anything, partially because the Underworld (a converted wine/coal cellar/possible mass grave) was hideously oversold (possibly standard practise in London), partially because at the precise moment their set was about to start a pale redhead was giving me her phone number; a strange enough occurance for me to totally forget something like trying to see the band I had paid to see.
Anyways, drawn by the amazing sounds, I eventually jostled my way onto the floor (silly folk blocked the stairs) where I saw that the frontwoman had some of the best presence I have ever seen.
To be fair, their music is closer to Emo-Pop with Synths than to classic goth, but fuck it, they were still amazing.
After the show: Electro Rose had put me on the concessions list for a show at JoJos, so I went their and danced to strange electro, running into folk I didn't expect to.
It was pretty late when I got home.
Friday:
My Ed loved the Cattle Decap review. Today she emailed me again to tell me that I had forgotten to give it a rating out of five. I gave it five.
Last Night:
Was going to go to Synthetic Culture, but I left it too late to leave. I was delayed by:
- An early evening nap
- Watching the opening sequence of Mad Max playing on BBC
- fixing the mail slot on my door, which was swinging loose (must bring that up with landlady)
- watching the police search my next-door-neighbours flat (I think that the family in question have been long gone. I have no idea what it is about, and I believe that it does not concern me)
- missing busses
- having no idea what bus to take when I got to King's Cross
In any case, I'm not big on Synthetic Culture, and not going saved me some money.
Anyways, probably Slimes tonight, and in the meantime naps, washing, reading and listening to the albums to review.
Once the Cattle Decap album review is up I'm going to email the editor of Alternative London.
Anways, I tarry too long.
Over and out.
J
The frontpage of the Evening Standard yesteday was an aerial photograph of the effect that this weather has had on Hyde Park. Serious WTF territory, it looks dry and scorched.
Anyways, penny tour of the last two days:
Thursday Night: figured I'd go see a Canadian band in Camden called The Birthday Massacre. Crap name, but their myspace had some pretty good tunes, and there were recommended to me by a bunch of friends.
The tube was like a new circle of hell in terms of the heat.
I picked up a ticket at the venue and kicked back at the Dev til showtime.
The Show Itself: Some assclown had decided that a sold out show didn't warrant a cloak room, so I had to carry my scoleosis inducing bag (with my jacket in it) for the duration of the show, putting me in a really bad mood.
Which wasn't helped by the shockingly bad UK Goth support bands. Some twats name D.U.S.T and Suicide Aircrash Crew or some other crap. Lousy vocals, shit songwriting, canned drums (running of iTunes in one case), fat girls on bass, inability to construct a groove to save their own lives and overlong sets.
Seriously, there is a reason why Goth bands are routinely laughed at by most other musicians, and these bands illustrate it perfectly.
And then The Birthday Massacre came onstage. Initially I couldn't see anything, partially because the Underworld (a converted wine/coal cellar/possible mass grave) was hideously oversold (possibly standard practise in London), partially because at the precise moment their set was about to start a pale redhead was giving me her phone number; a strange enough occurance for me to totally forget something like trying to see the band I had paid to see.
Anyways, drawn by the amazing sounds, I eventually jostled my way onto the floor (silly folk blocked the stairs) where I saw that the frontwoman had some of the best presence I have ever seen.
To be fair, their music is closer to Emo-Pop with Synths than to classic goth, but fuck it, they were still amazing.
After the show: Electro Rose had put me on the concessions list for a show at JoJos, so I went their and danced to strange electro, running into folk I didn't expect to.
It was pretty late when I got home.
Friday:
My Ed loved the Cattle Decap review. Today she emailed me again to tell me that I had forgotten to give it a rating out of five. I gave it five.
Last Night:
Was going to go to Synthetic Culture, but I left it too late to leave. I was delayed by:
- An early evening nap
- Watching the opening sequence of Mad Max playing on BBC
- fixing the mail slot on my door, which was swinging loose (must bring that up with landlady)
- watching the police search my next-door-neighbours flat (I think that the family in question have been long gone. I have no idea what it is about, and I believe that it does not concern me)
- missing busses
- having no idea what bus to take when I got to King's Cross
In any case, I'm not big on Synthetic Culture, and not going saved me some money.
Anyways, probably Slimes tonight, and in the meantime naps, washing, reading and listening to the albums to review.
Once the Cattle Decap album review is up I'm going to email the editor of Alternative London.
Anways, I tarry too long.
Over and out.
J
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