Click the pic to see some more shots of my mate Kell! 🙂
Last Wednesday I was lucky enough to see three beautiful bands for three pounds, right here in Derby at Big Blue Cafe.
First on were NASDAQ who I should, by all rights have hated: instrumental, lengthy, twiddly. All the things that usually make me want to set fire to things rather than listen. But NASDAQ, like Pelican and Russian Circles, seem to weave symphonies out of the air, drawing the listener in over the course of their narratives. They played with a graceful nonchalance that was wonderful to see, totally lost in the music.
Really, try to catch this band live. You will be converted.
Next up were Wooderson who were the perfect complement to NASDAQ’s intricate solemnity: they leapt and shouted and span and laughed and basically had shitloads of fun. And they invited the audience along! Seeing a band of this calibre in a tiny room over a cafe is an intense, somewhat surreal experience.
I loved their grins and their stupid, chunky riffs.
Last on were Crash Of Rhinos who, of course, stormed their home town gig. It’s the first time I’ve seen COR and I was sold about thirty seconds into the first song. Having two basses works beautifully, heavy without being sludgy (or Ned’s Atomic Dustbin).
Like all the best bands, COR make the hard stuff they do seem effortless and the simple stuff they do sing with complex resonances. That’s a difficult tightrope to walk, lean too far and we fall into Prog Hell where everything is about technique, the other way and you’re into fake shambling twee. But while COR “really can play, man” it’s all about the emotion for them.
They put everything into the gig and I’m sure they all weighed around two pounds less by the end of it.
(Click any of the pics to see more!)
Best new choon tonight was ‘Microviolence’ by Aloha. Very sweet, very flowing lyrical altrock/indie/pick your genre. Check it out if you like things that are guitarry and singy!
The best old track was Cylob’s ‘Flicklife.’ This haunting tinkle of electronicness always manages to make me feel wistful in the same way bits of Satie do. Mmm…
This is what you heard:
Cylob – Flicklife (Cylob Mix)
Butcher Boy – Carve a Pattern
Dontcha – Rap De Paname
Yamon Yamon – Alonso
Two Fingers – two fingers instrumental
Biffy Clyro – Questions And Answers
Apathy – Shoot First
The Ready Set – Drain Notes
LMFAO – I Am Not A Whore
Say Hi to Your Mom – Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh O
PlatEAU – 3am
Field Music – Them That Do Nothing
People Under the Stairs – DQMOT
Aloha – Microviolence
DEFRAG – Color My Dreams
Number One Gun – Big Machines
Creature With The Atom Brain – I Rise The Moon
Tiga – Shoes
121 Crew – Stop it
Endwell – Living Through Losses: 02/30/01
Los Campesinos! – Straight In At 101
Diversion Tactics – No Collaborations
Surfer Blood – Floating Vibes
Skanfrom – eleven
The Bloody Beetroots – Awesome
The Soft Pack – Answer To Yourself
Maybeshewill – How to Have Sex With a Ghost
Kryptic Minds – chosen few
General Fiasco – Ever So Shy
Offwhyte – Kept
Capdown – Pound For The Sound
Errors – Beards
It Dies Today – This Ghost
Wienzeile – geisterbahn
Citay – Dream Get Together
Butcher Boy – Clockwork
Motion City Soundtrack – Her Words Destroyed My Heart
Akira Kiteshi – Boom N Pow
The Crayon Fields – Graceless
Midlake – Acts of man
Click the pic to see a few test shots done on the Hipstamatic app on my iPhone. 🙂
Last Friday, I travelled down to London to take part in the protest outside the Chilcot Inquiry.
We were there because Tony Blair was testifying, ostensibly explaining why he took this country to war over phantom WMDs.
Well, he testified. He was smug and slick and he used it as an opportunity to rattle the sabre at Iran, mentioning it no less than 58 times.
I heard families of British soldiers speak about their loved ones, lost to an insane crusade that’s also cost 1.2 million Iraqi lives. We antiwar protestors listened in silence and with respect as they spoke of their loss. Tony Blair? Well, he refused to even meet any of the families, let alone offer an apology for his actions. That’s how arrogant and unfeeling this monster is.
I waited for two hours longer than I was meant to as Blair delayed leaving the Inquiry. I think he hoped the cold and the rain and the overbearing police presence would put us off. But it didn’t. Finally, I had to leave to get my train home but someone did try to arrest Blair as he left. Isn’t it strange that if he’d fiddled his dole or been carrying some weed, the coppers there would have had no hesitation in arresting him.
But if you take part in mass-murder… well, that’s quite a different matter.
That Chilcot is another whitewash, there’s little doubt. But I hope I live to see the day that Butcher Blair is tried for his war crimes.
I hope I see that sneer wiped off his face.