So, after hellish experiences trying to get home from Brixton in thepast, I drove out all the way there tonight to find a sign on the door saying the show was sold out. So I went in anyway, to the ticket money chap, and asked if it was really sold out.
yup
The place was packed, I shrugged, "oh dear" and got back in my car and drove home.
Well, its a story to tell the grandkids or neice, knowing my lack of luck in the potential spawning world.
Yes petal, instead of seeing The School, The Brunettes, Wake The President and The Deirdres, pleading that I was a respected reviewer and secret pornographer in the hope my notoriety would be my gold card, I went home, listened to The School and The Loves demos and drew porn until I felt bad about myself and guilty about my emotions.
Whilst in the chick flick Silence of The Lambs, the villain Buffalo Bill would keep fat chicks n a deep hole, whilst the hero of the piece tried valliantly to stop him from his prison cell, at The Good Ship tonight, its bands they keep in a deep hole, and despite the amplification, it sounds like it.
I'm tempted to throw small dogs at them.
Silver Springs, drssd in bloodied surgeons outfits. Either their particular brand of reverb rock appeals to the older generation or its a friends and family gig, with mums and dads in attendance, the presence of a 10 year old confirms my suspicions.
It was Facebook what broght me here, a handful of folk I vaguely know were chalked up as coming along, but I see none of them.
I started to warm to the Silver Springs as the set progressed, dark instrumental-ish revery flangeiness. Sometimes the vocals were a bit ropey, but there were moments of aceness.
A cover of the Ghostbusters theme near the end won me over, even when it went a bit stadium epic in places.
Eep, this mob are the second band on, I'd missed the first driving slowly and wondering what side of the street the venue was on.
The headline act are taking a while to set up and the DJ sounds like Roddy and Leo, just playing horror movie dialogue clips. I've taken a seat with the other Billy No Mates, and I watch the dressed up people.
This time last year I was dressed as Optimus Prine at a sell-out Plimptons show at the Barfly.
Tall guitarist on stage setting up a flashing pumpkin, Raiph Fiennes indeed. Billy leans over and asks if this is the last band, Aye.
Crikey, black hoodies and skull masks, from the photies it could even be the KLF.
They sounded a bit like Hawkwind crossed with Wintergreen. Usually, aye, but tonight it grates, so after two songs I head home, and leave it to the family.
Also known as Cupboard of Porn, this video is work safe, unlike my last go at it which was just porn. This one is based on a storyboard drawn by Adam J Smith, animated by myself. 75 individual post it notes frames of animation and a couple of recycled animated video clips.
The song is taken from their 2007 album Pomp, available on Amazon, and was named after Gary Glitter's Rock n Roll pt2
Big Duncan's near the door when I come in, it was a long time ago when I first encountered him in Glasgow, well, maybe five years ago probly. Tonight at the MacBeth we shoot the breeze while I consider the first band on.
Barking what could be random between song bander or Art School poetry with loud rock noise accomanyment.
Something to do with ex-girlfriends in my head tonight. Last time I saw Dananananaykroyd was about a year aho, well,last two times, when I was kind of seeing Jax, some cool show at The Admiral and something bigger at the Oran Mor where they were running late cos the drummer's other band were caught at a wedding We left before the band came on.
Still shapeless falling apart sounds coming from the stage as I wonder what fell apart between me and she and then remembering... shudder.
ooh, looks like they have Aiden Moffat on bass.
Easy to remember how to spell Danananananna... its Dana - nana - naykroyd.
So a year has passed and now look at them, all famous and frequently heralded by the NME.
I remember how me and Adam Plimp cheered when we read their first mention in the NME, some Sunday morning in the 13th Note.They were a Glasgow super-group of sorts, Duncan from The Boy Cartographer and The Hector Collectors, Dave from The Multiplies, Laura from Michael Dracula, James from Errors and Calum who lived opposite Jef.
Ooh, I think the nervous one from Favours for Sailors is here.
Second band on, Lovvers are rather exciting, Smashing Pumpkins sounders, all bending metal guitars and Billy Corrigan vocals.
I think I see French girls from the original Glasgow Indie Eyespy game, five retro bonus points.
Hmm, with the mob on stage, it looks like Richard Ashcroft on guitar.
On thinking more deeply, I think it was five and a half years ago I was also going out with Jax when I encountered Duncan in the Hectors.
Rather neat howling lead guitar and the same urgency as early Idlewild.
Ooh, I've got it, they remind me of Tiny Little Hearts, but without the fancy lead rhythm guitar shredding
The Dananananaykroyd take a while to set up, removing the frontispiece of the stage and installing their trademark two drumkits. I'm struck by the number of very neat hairstyles in the crowd. Maybe I should make more of an effort when I go out, rather than same clothes as work.
Whilst much of the setting up beforehand is pure theatrics, it'd be dangerous for them to go on without performing requisit stretching exercises, wouldn't want to pull any muscles. Duncan invites me to join him and Calum stretching at the side of the stage.
So with a combined height of more than twelve metres, Dananananaykroyd take to the stage.
(When I showed this animation to Natalie, she remembered she'd been dancing with him the other night in Glasgow. So far away, yet so near)
You join your intrepid gig reviewer on a Wednesday night. Everything's been a bit ropey for the past week or so, I've starved myself into a skip of nerves where I don't quite have the bottle to buy food or eat in front of other people. I pray for a quick death to level out these rollercoaster emotions.
I'm at Bar Monsta, some gig I heard about off of Facebook and Anorak, the armpit of Camden, I don't know anyone here, but the girl to my right is the spitting image of Jef in Glasgow when she had blonde hair.
On stage are Herzoga or Olympians, depending on how late I got here. Neat Squander Pilots bass, sturdy machine-like drumming, snappy lead guitar with killer rock outs and spikey vocals. I wish I was drunk, I could easily slip into a mid-90s Electrafixion moment. If only that ex- from a decade ago would reply to my Facebook friend requests.
If only, if only, if only, one million if onlys, the limitless possibilities of the future, crushed by the weight of the missed opportunities of the past. I think that's one of the underlying pleas of MJ Hibbett's track 'Born Yesterday' on his CD wot arrived in the post this morning.
The next band on, William, the audience has swelled and applauds every song. More jagged and post-eh than the previous act, the sort of band Brian McKinnon would probably have loved were he here today.
Very yelpy and repetative. They have a single or a 7” on sale somewhere.
Ooh, website idea #129:- 'Indiepop or Not'. Like Hot or Not but with every band on Last.Fm. The audience rates them for indiepoppiness. Could it be done by a mashup?
Oh the Indelicates, how many times have I been at their gigs before? How can I remember nothing of this, had I been drinking? Tonight they are fabulous.
Are they Meatloaf, Kate Bush, Queen? Who knows. But their guitars are manufactured from eighties cheese, the piano is just right, the male vocals has moments of Manics or even Levellers and the girl, can sound Kate Bushy. There's kind of like these beautiful pianoy bits with the girl singing and everything else quite, where the anticipation builds up then the rest of the band storm in. Definitely one for downloading.
Its a bit nippy out and my petrol guage ticked over to zero on the way here. Dinner was chips from the place next door to the venue, if I'd had time I'd have gone to the Shish restaurant round the corner.
First on stage are the wonderfully named 4 or 5 Magicians, who I'd earlier witnessed playing pool appallingly
So last time I was at this venue, the girl's drink was spiked and since I'm driving tonight I want to play it safe, but alas, they have no bottles of cola.
Toploader hair and vocals veering between Soundgarden and The Crash Test Dummies. Songs covering the spectrum from Stiltskin to Coldplay. They have a “single” out today, a gentleman on the table next to me sekking CDs. Upon what grounds is it a “Single”? It has four tracks, it is however, one of those wee 3” CDs, I'm tempted for novelty value.
The music drifts a little to far into cheesy 80's rock. But the last song does have sparkles of lyrical genius which makes me smile. “I'm as clueless as the next guy and he hasn't got a clue”
Something weird about where the singsters are standing tonight, tucked away at the left side of the stage, with bass players whilst standing central, not taking advantage of big chunky stage frontispace.
Favours for Sailors, the second band on, look remarkably nervous before they start, but it turns out that's just the way they look. I was concerned also that the bass player had a chord sheet laid out at his feet.
They sounded like the original Radiohead, Pablo Honey era, guitar and prickly raging with teeth, kind of like 'Anyone Can Play Guitar'. I'd thought they were overly concerned with checking sound levels with the soundman between the first few songs, but it paid off, they were great. Even the weird between song banter after one where the lead guitarist and bass player both lost their picks.. “Even professional make mistakes, my dad's a teacher and he makes mistakes... Cooking with whiskey, well, its not really cook, its pouring... Cooking's like fancy pouring anyway.”
Popup headlining, as confident as usual, rather nice gentle and mature music, their constant gigging getting them a following of early middle-aged school teachers dancing courageously and singing along.
Their last song was a bit of a corker, riff ripped from 'Babylon's Burning'.