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satyricaThe second week of the shelters was happily dialled back from horrendous to just busy: I was home Monday night and went to the shelter Tuesday. On Wednesday I headed out to The Garage to see King No-One: first on were Oh La Kanada (I made some notes, which appear to read: "female fronted, woozy and poppy, hot guitarist"), then Iridesce, who I had caught once before but here seemed to have brought a surprisingly vocal, surprisingly French following with them. King No-One were glorious, although I don't think they drew the kind of numbers they do up North, and when I looked back from the fervent crush I was part of at the front, there wasn't much of a crowd behind us.
I went over to N's Thursday night and ended up not too sad that both my Friday night plans got cancelled and just chilled at home. After some domesticity in the morning on Saturday, I headed down to Guildford and walked up to visit my Granny: she was sat up and awake this time but not very responsive and we mostly sat together in silence while I was there. I'd tied the visit in to Gaz Brookfield playing in town (as his London show had clashed with something) so I headed to the (under threat) Star Inn, after killing some time, although I was in a bit of a weird mood and felt unusually exposed turning up on my own. Gaz was touring with Jake Martin, who is very amiable but his songs never quite set me alight; luckily the main man's set soon blew all my anxiety away.
I met up with N on Sunday and we did a 'Dickens walk' around various London sites that are related to his novels: it was all a bit spurious but took us to Smithfields and St. Bart's and the Old Bailey and a bunch of places I don't really know very well. In the evening I headed out to the Electric Ballroom, where annoyingly I was keen to see the first and last of the four bands playing: kicking it off were Brand New Friend, who have an infectiously anthemic quality, then I also watched the Skinnner Brothers, all played-up blokeishness but quite hard to pin-down musically, and Sports Team, who were urbane and lyric-led, the frontman mouthing words to the crowd at any point he wasn't singing while stood next to a determinedly impassive guy with a synth. Headliners were Rat Boy, who engendered lots of jumping around: it was one of those gigs where I really was twice the age of most of the crowd but I soon got over my self-consciousness.
I went over to N's Thursday night and ended up not too sad that both my Friday night plans got cancelled and just chilled at home. After some domesticity in the morning on Saturday, I headed down to Guildford and walked up to visit my Granny: she was sat up and awake this time but not very responsive and we mostly sat together in silence while I was there. I'd tied the visit in to Gaz Brookfield playing in town (as his London show had clashed with something) so I headed to the (under threat) Star Inn, after killing some time, although I was in a bit of a weird mood and felt unusually exposed turning up on my own. Gaz was touring with Jake Martin, who is very amiable but his songs never quite set me alight; luckily the main man's set soon blew all my anxiety away.
I met up with N on Sunday and we did a 'Dickens walk' around various London sites that are related to his novels: it was all a bit spurious but took us to Smithfields and St. Bart's and the Old Bailey and a bunch of places I don't really know very well. In the evening I headed out to the Electric Ballroom, where annoyingly I was keen to see the first and last of the four bands playing: kicking it off were Brand New Friend, who have an infectiously anthemic quality, then I also watched the Skinnner Brothers, all played-up blokeishness but quite hard to pin-down musically, and Sports Team, who were urbane and lyric-led, the frontman mouthing words to the crowd at any point he wasn't singing while stood next to a determinedly impassive guy with a synth. Headliners were Rat Boy, who engendered lots of jumping around: it was one of those gigs where I really was twice the age of most of the crowd but I soon got over my self-consciousness.
