On Tuesday, I paid a visit to The Social for Huw Stephen’s Introducing… night. First band on were Muchuu, a brother and sister duo who play electro-pop. Weird that this sort of thing isn’t only reserved for mega-rich, super-produced stars any more. The girl one threw some sparkly stuff in the air at the end. I liked that. Next on was Y Promatics who, aaargh, I’ve totally forgotten. That’s bad, isn’t it? Perhaps they were energetic indieness, I can’t remember. After that, it was The Last Republic who seem to be aiming for stadium rock glory. They’ve won The Road To V competition, so maybe they will achieve that. Who knows? Last band on were Internet Forever, who did shouting, exuberant indie-pop stuff. Sometimes they were fun, sometimes they were shonky and they did a good cover of The Walk Of Life by Dire Straits. I enjoyed this night.
The next afternoon I went to see Jarvis Cocker make an exhibition of himself. He’d installed himself in a warehouse in East London with assorted friends and passers-by for three days to make music and do a bunch of other stuff that might have involved soundtracking yoga classes and that sort of thing. When I arrived, he was onstage with about 7 other people playing some kind of extended 2 chord jam, which included a man whacking a saw. It was ace. Then, another man joined in on vocals and kinda ruined everything by emoting, blues-style over the droney stuff, like the best thing the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club ever did. Not very good. When he fucked off, it got better. I had a cuppa and an excellent chocolate and lavender cake, then some circus acts came on and did their stuff. Then I went home. A brilliant way to spend an afternoon that was.
On Friday night, I attempted to watch Synecdoche, a Charlie Kaufman film. Attempted because I never made it to the end. It was incredibly self-indulgent, which was no surprise, but it didn’t do enough else to warrant continued watching. It was mega depressing, which meant that the Kaufman jokes just became tiring really quickly.
On Saturday I watched, all the way to the end, Wall-E, which was brilliant. Amazingly involving on so little dialogue.
Yesterday, went to Scrabble Sunday at The Lexington where I lost to Mary for the first time. Sad face. In the evening, I won tickets (thanks to The Line Of Best Fit website) to see The Dodos at the Scala. Now, the Dodos are a band I’d found to be more miss than hit before and they proved themselves to be WAY less than that last night. The band are a 3-piece with a singer/guitarist, drummer and a, erm, vibraphonist. The singer’s voice was rubbish, the vibes added little but the occasional BING BONG and the drums were too loud. The tunes that the band do have were totally lost. Found the whole thing boring, frankly.
December 3, 2009 at 2:31 am |
Love it. Nice one.
I don’t know about any of these things really. Except Jarvis Cocker.
Keep on blogging. Somebody out there reads you.