Jul 9 2008, 0h02
Dez 8 2007, 18h46I went to London today to be in the video for Kat Flint's single 'Go Faster Stripes', which is out on the 17th of this month, and you should all definitely buy the download, even if you haven't heard of her.
Kat is really the most lovely, genuine person. I had such a great time. Fingers crossed that her single will do well!
Out 22 2007, 14h25
Jun 28 2007, 3h39Tue 5 Jun – Franz Ferdinand, The Royal We
The Royal We
The second night's Franz Ferdinand gig was the one I had been most looking forward to. After some trouble with the security guards (not believing my friends were eighteen), I went into the venue alone to try and meet the friend with whom I'd attended the previous gig. I found her at the barrier, and thankfully was able to slip through the crowd and secure a place next to her directly in front of Alex.
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Jun 18 2007, 2h44Mon 4 Jun – Franz Ferdinand, Bricolage
Well, to begin with, I missed openers Bricolage due to the girl with my ticket having her flight cancelled. This is actually the second time I've missed out on seeing Bricolage (though I did briefly meet the singer later that night at a taxi stand), so sadly I can't write a review on their performance, but I can wonder if I've somehow been cursed never to see them.
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Mai 4 2007, 21h32Sun 29 Apr – Autons
On Sunday night, I saw - finally - a band who I've been waiting to see for two years now. And while the promoter had done a pisspoor job (I'm not kidding - the audience never went higher than seven people in a 120-capacity venue), it was one of the best shows I've ever been to. I wish Autons could play Brighton every weekend.
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Abr 19 2007, 16h16Tue 17 Apr – Camera Obscura, Monkey swallows the Universe
Much like the experience Nicole had, I was undecided about going to see Camera Obscura until the very last minute, when I had the sudden, desperate urge to go down to Brighton and enjoy some twee Scottish pop (with support from twee Sheffield folk-pop). I was somewhat surprised that the show hadn't sold out; as my companion informed me, the week the tickets were available for sale, they were advertised as "selling fast" - and apparently never did. Still, that was my gain as I successfully acquired one a mere three days prior to the gig.
After a cursory ID check, my companion and I made our way to the stage. Some girls had already camped out in the middle, roughly where Tracyanne would later stand, so we sat down on the floor to the right and discussed linguistics for some reason. Hey, it passed the time.
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Mar 2 2007, 22h02Got kicked out of 1990s tonight. What great fun that was.
Serves me right for not bringing my ID, I suppose, but you'd think they wouldn't have served me in the bar without ID if they were going to be that fucking fussy about the actual gig.
Fev 12 2007, 1h35Sat 10 Feb – The Long Blondes, The Lodger, Wet Dog
Having driven around Hove for half an hour on the phone to Gig Partner trying to find out exactly where I was going, I finally got to the venue. There was a cursory bag check (and the bouncer let me take my water in with me - bonus points) and we went into the bar, only to find Screech Louder sitting in there. He and Gig Partner apparently have a mutual friend, so they chatted for a while before he signed our tickets. Unfortunately we never did find any other band members, but it was still a good start to the night.
We met a friend who also frequents Concorde 2 and queued with him for a while before deciding to go into the main room. Surprisingly, no one actually told us we could go in, and we got there only a few minutes before the first support act, Wet Dog, started their set. Much to my surprise there was no barrier, so Gig Partner and I positioned ourselves roughly in the middle of the stage.
Wet Dog, a three-girl band, played a half hour set, and while they were good, nothing in particular grabbed me about their music, which was mostly generic with lyrics I couldn't decipher. Though, they did have a trombonist join them for one song. You can't go wrong with trombones. And anyway, nobody's worse than Crystal Castles.
Second support act, The Lodger, are building up quite a following and I can see why. Most of their songs were instantly catchy and they got more people dancing than Wet Dog did. During the first couple of songs, some girls behind us remarked that the guitarist was playing upside-down. Apparently the concept of "left-handed" was beyond them. Their drummer did admirably well during the last song, when she dropped one of her drumsticks and managed to get straight back into the rhythm without seeming fazed, or indeed without the song stopping abruptly. Their set was around half an hour long and their debut album, Grown-Ups, will be out soon in the UK.
And so, we waited for The Long Blondes. A loud American couple behind us talked loudly. Another couple next to me did that annoying coupley snogging thing. But finally it was over, and the band we were all there to see came onto the stage. Telling us it was good to be back in Brighton ("Hove!" said the girl next to me indignantly), they launched into set opener and former b-side favourite, now album opener, 'Lust in the Movies'.
Kate Jackson was wearing hot pants. I feel this is an incredibly important point to make as I was directly under her and could see her knickers (again with the vagina! What is it with me and that happening at gigs?). Despite having been ill last week, Kate didn't stop moving at all, as we've come to expect from her. This made my amateur photography rather difficult.
Funnily enough, I didn't hear anything from the "upside-down guitar" girls when Dorian played, even though his is upside-down too (and not even re-strung as The Lodger's guitarist had done with his).
They played most of the songs you'd expect, though none of the new b-sides were added, nor was 'Heaven Help the New Girl' as had been rumoured. However, the songs that were overlooked on the last tour, 'A Knife for the Girls' and 'Swallow Tattoo' were there, along with their singles. There was a glaring omission on the setlist, however. There was no sign of 'Appropriation (By Any Other Name)'.
As they ended the set and walked off, I was disappointed. Once again, there was no encore, and they'd missed out one of their best songs! Then Gig Partner pointed out to me that someone was plugging in Dorian's second guitar (a gorgeous Gibson). Lo and behold, an encore! It was only for a single song, but that song was 'Appropriation' and was really the perfect end to the evening.
There was a new t-shirt design on the merch stand, but I couldn't justify buying it. Fortunately, the delay by the stand meant that the people I'd been next to had found me - my camera had fallen out of my bag. So, on the off-chance one of you reads this: once again, thank you so much!
*Encore (not on setlist): 'Appropriation (By Any Other Name)'
Fev 12 2007, 1h01Thu 1 Feb – Ratatat, Cansei de Ser Sexy, Crystal Castles
It's a sign of a good show: you've got bruising on the back of your elbows, your ears are still ringing over twenty-four hours later and you don't mind either of them. But I'll start at the beginning.
I arrived ten minutes before doors were due to open to find a very small queue for a sold-out show. My resident gig partner had gone for a wander, and when she got back we decided to skip forward to stand in the giant gap some emo-looking girls had left. Foolish emo-looking girls. Doors were a good half-hour late, and by that time a huge number of people had joined the line. The first ever bag check I've had at Concorde 2 resulted in security taking my water away from me (grr) and we went inside to secure ourselves a good spot against the barrier.
There was a forty-five minute wait for the first support act, Brooklyn band Ratatat, who were a lot better than I'd expected. I won't lie; it helped that their guitarist was Jesus or a close relative of his. They played a half-hour set, purely instrumental, which I felt worked incredibly well. By the end of it, I couldn't tell what was pre-recorded and what the three men on stage were playing live. The guitar parts especially struck me as Mike Oldfield influenced, though I don't know if that was true or not. Either way, I would love to see them again as an opener or on their own tour. My only gripe would be the smoke machine insanity during the last song. I didn't have a drink and it dried out my throat something dreadful.
Ratatat were definitely, definitely better than the second support, Crystal Castles. The female member tried to excuse a synth malfunction with the fact that they hadn't been able to soundcheck. That didn't excuse her "singing" (see: kicking an extended family of chipmunks to death). The instrumental parts were great, but her voice ruined the whole thing. I kept finding my face screwed up into the bastard child of a frown and a sneer and having to rearrange it hastily in case she looked at me. It was a mercifully short set.
However, I'd stand through Crystal Castles again to see CSS. We didn't have to wait long before the band began to filter onstage, Lovefoxxx last of all and backwards. She was wearing, as I'm sure you want to know, a Ratatat t-shirt over a purple spandex catsuit. She reached behind her for the microphone and yelled into it, "Are you ready for this jelly?" And we most certainly were.
They opened with 'CSS Suxxx', which everyone joined in with enthusiastically, before seguing directly into 'Alala'. At some point during the first few songs, Lovefoxxx took her first crowd-surfing excursion over on the other side of the stage. Security seemed to go into a panic at that and pulled her back onto the stage shortly. She almost lost her Ratatat t-shirt in the crowd, but it remained on long enough for her to throw it off at a later point in the set.
There were more photographers at CSS than I've ever seen at any other Concorde show, and with good reason. Lovefoxxx never stopped moving, and there was enough energy between the other band members to keep everything interesting. Luiza in particular was rocking the right hand side of the stage to balance out Ira's calmer demeanour. They rolled through a set of the songs you'd expect with practised (yet ramshackle) ease, with the irrepressible Lovefoxxx providing the highlights; performing lewd acts with her mic stand, balancing a shoe throw onstage on her head before dropping it on a photographer, molesting a security man when he tried to pull her back onstage after another visit to the pit, wearing a flexible glowstick as an impromptu retainer - the list goes on.
The main set ended with 'Let's Make Love And Listen To Death From Above' (also 'Let's Get Drunk and Listen To James Blunt', 'Let's Get Undressed and Listen To CSS'), which was the cue for Lovefoxxx to come to our side of the stage and launch herself at us. Unfortunately, she's slightly heavier than she looks and I almost dropped her before some people behind us got a grip on her. Still, I was closer then to a vagina involuntarily than I have been since I was born. Ace. There was a brief break and then they came back on for a two-song encore. Lovefoxxx was the last to leave the stage after thanking us all profusely and blowing glittery streamer kisses at us.
Once people had started clearing out, the lights had come up and I'd managed to grab a setlist (Ira's, I believe), Gig Partner and I agreed that this was easily a strong contender for gig of the year, even though this was the first gig of the year for me. I picked up a t-shirt at the merch stand on the way out. After all, this wasn't a gig I want to forget about anytime soon.
*'Fuck Off' as it appears on the setlist is 'Fuckoff Is Not The Only Thing You Have To Show'