If Morrissey says not to eat meat, then I’ll eat meat — that’s how much I hate Morrissey.
Brilliant. New remix of ‘Get Lucky’ takes us on a journey through time.
Rough Trade East, Friday 12 July, 6.30pm. Admission free!
Caught by the River and the BFI invite you to celebrate the release of ‘A London Trilogy: The Films of Saint Etienne 2003-2007’, with special guests, filmmaker Paul Kelly and Saint Etienne’s Bob Stanley, Sarah Cracknell and Pete Wiggs.
From a beautifully conceived film-poem and an imaginative exploration of the Lower Lea Valley to an uplifting documentary on a London landmark, the collaborations between electronic indie trio Saint Etienne and filmmaker Paul Kelly (‘Lawrence of Belgravia’) document London’s ever-changing environment and landscapes with music by the band.
Released together by the BFI on one DVD for the first time (on 15 July) the trilogy of ‘Finisterre’, ‘What Have you Done Today Mervyn Day?’ and ‘This is Tomorrow’ is accompanied by rare and previously unavailable short films.
Go here for more information on this event.
Club Fandango is attempting to create an Indie Summertime over seven or so weeks at the Buffalo Bar in Highbury, and they’re looking for labels to take part.
Starting on July 2nd, the idea is that each and every Tuesday night in the Indie Summertime an alternative record company takes over the Buffalo Bar by Highbury & Islington tube to showcase their wares. It’s the underground festival right by the underground station. By some merry accident these shows will coincide with the Independent Label Market on July 13th and, somewhat less accidentally, will lead up to Indies Month in September, when the shows will be tied in with the third annual AIM awards.
The dates are:
July 2, 9, 16, 23, 30 & August 6, 13, 20, 27
Vampire Weekend - ‘Diane Young’
Words and pictures by Alex Higgs
It was with a heavy heart that we set off to the dunes of Camber last weekend - the wounds still fresh from the knowledge that this year would be the last event the mighty ATP would hold in this faded seaside funland.
Of course this lament soon turned to joy once we were safely encamped within then compound and within the walls of chalet 147.
In no particular order, here’s the best from the weekend:
Best for being terrifying
Death Grips. Well I had an inkling, but not sure I saw that one coming. A truly awesome performance of writhing bass, killer strobes and lyrics being spat and contorted from MC Ride. thirdworlds.net
Best for good times
De La Soul. No surprises there, but they really did sound as fresh as ever. Complete masters of crowd participation. I feel honoured to have shared such a small venue with them. www.facebook.com/wearedelasoul
Best for stumbled across
Thee Oh Sees. Spiky, super tight and relentless. I will certainly do my best to stumble across this force of nature again. www.theeohsees.com
Best for emotional homecomings (of sorts)
TV on the Radio. I’ve seen Kip and the boys many times now, including, thankfully, the first time they ever performed at ATP. But I’m not sure they have ever been as good as this. The connection with the crowd and their extra performers was palpable, and this show was pivotal for the whole weekend (well, it was for me anyway). www.facebook.com/TvOnTheRadio
Best for just going for it
!!!. As soon as the baselines dropped and the skimpy Hawaiian shorts of Nic Offer hit the stage, there was clearly going to be no stopping this tidal wave of post punk funk. Hands in the air!!! www.chkchkchk.net
Best for not showing up…
Doom. Shock horror, were we surprised? www.facebook.com/mfdoom
This is just a taste of what was on offer but if you get a chance to get to Camber before the year is out for the final ATP weekends, don’t miss out, it’s always a blast.
Dirty Water Club @ The Shacklewell Arms, 18/5/13
Words and illustration by Lorna Tiefholz
If there was only one reason to be alive then The Dirty Water Club would surely be that reason. They have put on some of the greatest gigs that I have ever been to, and Saturday night’s show was up there as one of the best.
Dirty Water Club left their regular haunt of Tufnell Park’s Boston Arms a while back, and have since been frequenting various venues around North & East London. The Shacklewell Arms, their home for this gig, was formerly known as a pub visited only by toothless old men and those wanting to score poor quality drugs. Now, post-gentrification of Dalston, the place has great sound and is buzzing with the young and hip, with friendly bar staff who make a mean vodka, lime & soda and pour a decent ale. It almost makes the demise of Dalston Lane worthwhile, even though we can no longer buy guitar strings from Johnson & Jones (RIP).
The line up for Saturday night’s DWC was kicked off by ANO (http://anoano.bandcamp.com) a fresh-faced garage band with only one previous performance to their name. I have a feeling that I will be seeing more of ANO. The whole band are cool as f**k. Their singer reminds me of Debbie Harry in the early days, not just her hair and leopard mini skirt, but the way that she delivers her vocals and does a cute hoppy dance throughout each song. She also gets my vote as the person who had the most fun the whole night. She was in the pit and bouncing off the ceiling, quite literally at times, for all 3 subsequent bands.
But by far the main attraction of the night was Spain’s Hollywood Sinners (http://www.myspace.com/hollywoodsinners).
They are gods.
The gig was packed with all ages and nationalities, and although only the Spanish speakers of the crowd understood what the Hollywood Sinners said in between songs, the international language of fantastic music and sheer energy caused the whole venue to explode. I have never seen this many flying limbs at a gig. Absolutely everyone, young and old, was dancing and stage diving. Yes, there were some stage divers who were old enough to be present at the birth of garage!
Every song the Hollywood Sinners played was a joyful barrage of enthusiasm and pure, wild garage. When they played ‘No Soy Bueno’ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0AtVWW2QjQ) a mosh-pit filled the entire room.
At the end they asked if we wanted “uno mas?”
We all understood, and too right we wanted more.
We all lost our voices shouting “mas mas mas”.