Hey All
Last night I headed along to Isis at Koko. Just as I had left the flat I had thought of a great angle for the Static-X review I am writing, and I composed the review in my head as I walked down Leytonstone High Road (it's a little out there, so I might write a straighter version of the same thing and pitch both to The Ed).
Back to Isis: The show had already sold out by the time that I decided that I wanted to go (up until a week ago I was convinced that it clashed with Converge, but Converge is actually on the 11th). As a result I was ticketless when I arrived in Camden.
Fortunately I managed to buy a ticket from a tout for less than the face value (something that occasionally happens when people overestimate the popularity of a show - too many people buy too many tickets and they offload them at the door for whatever people will give them).
The show itself was pretty damn good. Isis were amazing, and the front of house sound was done by a Australian engineer that had previously worked with Gazoonga Attack and Front End Loader. JBR, the engineer, had called up Renae, the old Gazoonga drummer (now living in London) and put her on the guest list. So I got to chat to Renae for a bit.
Also in attendance were a couple of local press types (I'm deliberately getting out of the habit of name-dropping, so I won't say who or what magazines they worked for).
I also hung out with a couple of Canadians who were pretty cool, even though the bands were kinda lost on them.
After that I managed to catch the tube home and did some much needed shopping.
All in all pretty good.
I'm still feeling a little blah, health wise. Not sure about this cough, because it seems to come with some kind of bacterial after-cough, that sickly-sweet type. If it doesn't clear up, I'll bit the bullet and make an appointment with the GP.
I blame all the rain here in London. In contrast to the scorching summers of the past two years, this is more like and Brisbane Winter.
With tropical thunderstorms. In London. What the fuck?
Enough from me.
Over and out.
-J
Back to Isis: The show had already sold out by the time that I decided that I wanted to go (up until a week ago I was convinced that it clashed with Converge, but Converge is actually on the 11th). As a result I was ticketless when I arrived in Camden.
Fortunately I managed to buy a ticket from a tout for less than the face value (something that occasionally happens when people overestimate the popularity of a show - too many people buy too many tickets and they offload them at the door for whatever people will give them).
The show itself was pretty damn good. Isis were amazing, and the front of house sound was done by a Australian engineer that had previously worked with Gazoonga Attack and Front End Loader. JBR, the engineer, had called up Renae, the old Gazoonga drummer (now living in London) and put her on the guest list. So I got to chat to Renae for a bit.
Also in attendance were a couple of local press types (I'm deliberately getting out of the habit of name-dropping, so I won't say who or what magazines they worked for).
I also hung out with a couple of Canadians who were pretty cool, even though the bands were kinda lost on them.
After that I managed to catch the tube home and did some much needed shopping.
All in all pretty good.
I'm still feeling a little blah, health wise. Not sure about this cough, because it seems to come with some kind of bacterial after-cough, that sickly-sweet type. If it doesn't clear up, I'll bit the bullet and make an appointment with the GP.
I blame all the rain here in London. In contrast to the scorching summers of the past two years, this is more like and Brisbane Winter.
With tropical thunderstorms. In London. What the fuck?
Enough from me.
Over and out.
-J
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