“I described you to my friends in Mexico as Apocalyptic desert rock“ “We’re alright with that!” -2008- “It’s a shame you weren’t around before, fella” he said, before taking a gulp of Kopparberg, “you could’ve seen Milburn‘s last ever gig“. “When was this?” I ask to the guy whose name I never quite got. The River Don shines gold in a rare sunny October day. … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #26 Dead Sons
It always happens: the days after both semester and my contract ends, all traces of energy leave me. Is it an excess of adrenaline from the semester finally taking its toll? Is it the lack of motivation? Is it a necessary energy-saving mode after dodging mad teens that are out for blood? Might be a combination of these factors, might be age finally catching up. The … Continue reading Assignment #23: The Inner City Festival.
“I grew up watching all these videos of house parties” says Migraine Boy, between sips of Indio beer “and I always wanted to have my own behemoth house party were things get broken, music is performed and every one ends up demolished.” The warm August trashes a few solo cups. Mixed with the gust of wind is the smell of weed, tobacco and a the … Continue reading Assignment #23 : The House Party
“The woodsie lord knew the foolsie manbeings held gatherings// the folly of the sneaksies n th’ lightnies cometh// for green outlives us in the end.” – Unknown. It’s been a while since I’ve ventured into the dark world of small festivals, so when the opportunity arose to flex out the reviewing muscles again, I moseyed down to the colourful and picturesque Colonia Obrera. The sights, … Continue reading A fine day at Aquí No Hubo Escena
Tonight was a special night for The National. It was the culmination of two years worth of touring on their Trouble Will Find Me LP, which has seen them play across the globe to thousands and thousands of adoring fans. The National are not a stadium band. They write music which works its way into your life in a slow, unobtrusive way, the very definition of … Continue reading Gig Review: The National @ The O2, London, 26/11/2014
Más vale tarde que nunca records, presenta: “Sobre cómo me encontré (viendo a Alan Parson´s en la Ciudad de México y a Primus en Dallas en menos de 7 días)” – Parte 1. No soy muy afecto a la frase “las cosas que no se planean son las que salen mejor”. De hecho me aterra. Soy planeador obsesivo, un “control freak” diría … Continue reading Reseña: Alan Parsons Project @ Pepsi Center
“But I don’t even like metal” I said before seeing it was a free ticket. Then I donned a Wet Nuns tee and hoped for the best. In this case, the best case scenario was the festival actually taking place and not getting surreptitiously cancelled by some government prick. Even if I got a free ticket the day before and stage times were confirmed, I … Continue reading I’m less metal than you – a day at Mexico’s Hell and Heaven festival
4 hours. How can a flight be delayed for almost 4 hours? #FuckVolaris and #VolarisdeMierda indeed. Anyways, a late flight became a red-eye flight but after 2 years I finally met again with Janine Doe Jr., who came to this smog cappuccino we call Mexico City to catch Massive Attack and Weezer. On the same late plane was TV’s Alan Tacher. His typical knowing smile, … Continue reading Corona Clay-pital : a survivor’s tale
It’s probably an oft said remark that Queens Social Club seems stuck in some sort of time/space anomaly. If you ever walked in by the other door, the one that leads to the place where OAPs are happily surrounded by mustard yellow wallpaper, you’ll feel like in something out of Get Carter (or The Italian Job, if you’re more of an optimist). You will also feel a lot of glares.
But the area for gigs, it’s a strange setting; a snapshot to an England that might live more in memories than in the days of tablets and hashtags. It does fit with the live set Low displayed.
Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Continue reading “Gig review: Low @ Queens Social Club”
This was it. The Cloister Bell rang loudly and it beckoned them all: the hardcore fan, the converted and the odd chancer that wanted to say “I was at their last gig!”
Wet Nuns‘ last ever gig, a ceremony that would take place at Queens Social Road. Some people looked the part, others were partaking in photos with some of the celebrities mingling in the audience and the rest just wanted to be in the musical equivalent of a living funeral (only with more male nudity.) Continue reading “Gig : Wet Nuns (with Flaming Skulls, Royal Blood and Loom)”