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satyricaIt was D&D as usual on Monday evening, then on Tuesday I came home for food then headed out again to the Village Underground for a gig. Support came from Bobby Wolfgang, who I want to love but every time I’ve seen him in his post-Strange Bones guise the music has been more tease than release. The same could not be said for headliners Snayx who provided plenty of release to a responsive, energetic crowd.
We had our latest Round the World Dinner on Wednesday evening, a Burmese/Myanmar restaurant in Shoreditch which had great food and a bustling vibe- it was good to catch up with A&E after their month in Australia. I was home and cooked on Thursday evening then Friday I went home for food and out again to the Stag’s Head in Hoxton to meet up with Ketch for a gig. We saw a fair bit of Danny Marriott, a young five-piece: we’d shuffled in awkwardly at the back and they seemed oddly distant despite the tiny space. We moved forwards and felt much more connected to Sad Sells, a six-piece from Manchester: the singers seemed to be in a relationship so when they threw in a Fleetwood Mac cover, we hoped they weren’t modelling themselves too literally. We were there for Oli Barton, who the crowd disappointingly thinned out a bit for but we greatly enjoyed.
N & I had brunch in Stoke Newington on Saturday morning then headed down to the British Museum’s Silk Roads exhibition: it was the second weekend it had been open and we didn’t get there until shortly before midday, which was poor planning on our part as it was packed out. They’d also seemingly tried to play on the ‘road’ concept by having quite a linear set-up to the exhibition, snaking through the space as it displayed items in geographical order from East to West, which was poor planning on their part as it just ended up as one, fixed traffic jam crawling its way around without any way to vary or overtake. There also didn’t seem much of a narrative to it beyond ‘here are some items which show trade between different regions’, which was a shame as there were some fascinating pieces in there. I ended up skipping whole sections so will try to go back at some stage.
I went home via my weekly shop then headed out again early evening to catch the train out to Wolverton: after a slightly sad experience eating Chinese takeaway in an Aldi car park, I made it to the Crauford Arms, a cool-seeming rock pub with a great venue space out the back. I had a great evening of watching young rock bands, first Skelta who used lots of rawk voice and included a Linkin park cover and were great, although I couldn’t work out if their singer was the drummer from The Tarrows or not. Next were Headswitcher, whose singer engaged with confidence, but I’d come out to see Torus, who’d been playing everywhere as a support band and this was their hometown headline show: they’d reached out to encourage me to come, which I’m a total sucker for, but it was well worth it, as they played an hour-long set to a pretty packed and responsive crowd, then it wasn’t hard at all to get back to London and home.
On Sunday I met up with M over at the playground at the bottom of Primrose Hill and we caught up while E rampaged around the various attractions there, I walked back up to Swiss Cottage with them, then travelled over to Stoke Newington where AW-A had gathered people for a roast for his birthday, which was nice, especially getting to see B&T-M again. N&I came home, where I had Family Zoomtime in the evening.
We had our latest Round the World Dinner on Wednesday evening, a Burmese/Myanmar restaurant in Shoreditch which had great food and a bustling vibe- it was good to catch up with A&E after their month in Australia. I was home and cooked on Thursday evening then Friday I went home for food and out again to the Stag’s Head in Hoxton to meet up with Ketch for a gig. We saw a fair bit of Danny Marriott, a young five-piece: we’d shuffled in awkwardly at the back and they seemed oddly distant despite the tiny space. We moved forwards and felt much more connected to Sad Sells, a six-piece from Manchester: the singers seemed to be in a relationship so when they threw in a Fleetwood Mac cover, we hoped they weren’t modelling themselves too literally. We were there for Oli Barton, who the crowd disappointingly thinned out a bit for but we greatly enjoyed.
N & I had brunch in Stoke Newington on Saturday morning then headed down to the British Museum’s Silk Roads exhibition: it was the second weekend it had been open and we didn’t get there until shortly before midday, which was poor planning on our part as it was packed out. They’d also seemingly tried to play on the ‘road’ concept by having quite a linear set-up to the exhibition, snaking through the space as it displayed items in geographical order from East to West, which was poor planning on their part as it just ended up as one, fixed traffic jam crawling its way around without any way to vary or overtake. There also didn’t seem much of a narrative to it beyond ‘here are some items which show trade between different regions’, which was a shame as there were some fascinating pieces in there. I ended up skipping whole sections so will try to go back at some stage.
I went home via my weekly shop then headed out again early evening to catch the train out to Wolverton: after a slightly sad experience eating Chinese takeaway in an Aldi car park, I made it to the Crauford Arms, a cool-seeming rock pub with a great venue space out the back. I had a great evening of watching young rock bands, first Skelta who used lots of rawk voice and included a Linkin park cover and were great, although I couldn’t work out if their singer was the drummer from The Tarrows or not. Next were Headswitcher, whose singer engaged with confidence, but I’d come out to see Torus, who’d been playing everywhere as a support band and this was their hometown headline show: they’d reached out to encourage me to come, which I’m a total sucker for, but it was well worth it, as they played an hour-long set to a pretty packed and responsive crowd, then it wasn’t hard at all to get back to London and home.
On Sunday I met up with M over at the playground at the bottom of Primrose Hill and we caught up while E rampaged around the various attractions there, I walked back up to Swiss Cottage with them, then travelled over to Stoke Newington where AW-A had gathered people for a roast for his birthday, which was nice, especially getting to see B&T-M again. N&I came home, where I had Family Zoomtime in the evening.
