I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation...
Well last night I broke my going-out-fast of 7 days and went to Laverys for Retards/Les Georges Leningrad gig.
2 people take to the floor - one a tiger, one a lion, and proceed to thrash about and shout. For those of you who weren't there it sounded a lot like this...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG RARR I JUST WANTED TO DANCE BANG BANG BANG SHE WAS ONLY 12 BEEP BEEPBEEPPPPP BANG BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
That was Retards. I liked the costumes. I have to say though that Niki and I could hardly keep straight faces. I hated the music. Imagine if you stuck Slipknot's vocalist in Disneyland for a couple of years, made him go round and round on 'Its A Small Word' and prodded him with a red hot poker. Entertaining but not necessarily *good*.
The headliners were quite quite fabulous looking. Super Hero synths man had a hole in his 'peepee' place. I have to say though that after 3 or 4 songs of them randomly head-butting keyboards I was getting a little tired of it - 'Has this song ended yet?' 'Has a new song even started from 15 minutes ago?' Perhaps if the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (oh come on, i know its not too cool to make the obvious comparison) had grown up in a trailer park on radioactive land near the Hellmouth, not eating their greens and bottle-feeing on absinthe this is what it would have sounded like. I liked when the drummer did a head-stand. Yes its different, its great to watch. But are they talented? Deeply and importantly talented? I'm not sure. But who am I to call the emperor on his new clothes.
After all I am sitting watching McFly, Savage Garden, Jazzy Jeff and other such cack on the Vault and LOVING it. Everyone seemed to be having a great time last night. I think I must have missed the point or maybe I'm just not hip and cutting-edge enough. I felt strangely guilty for not liking much of it. Nonetheless it was lovely to meet Niall (breaking all the lj codes) and catch up with Niki ('Look what happens if I stick my face under the hand drier!'). Lion boy from Retards turned out to be hot and was wearing a Gossip tshirt and I was almost tempted to go chat him up - any fan of Beth Ditto's has GOT to be super nice. But I didnt. I went home (via sexual and unecessary harrassment from Laverys bouncers) and was in bed for one. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo doo.
2 people take to the floor - one a tiger, one a lion, and proceed to thrash about and shout. For those of you who weren't there it sounded a lot like this...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG RARR I JUST WANTED TO DANCE BANG BANG BANG SHE WAS ONLY 12 BEEP BEEPBEEPPPPP BANG BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
That was Retards. I liked the costumes. I have to say though that Niki and I could hardly keep straight faces. I hated the music. Imagine if you stuck Slipknot's vocalist in Disneyland for a couple of years, made him go round and round on 'Its A Small Word' and prodded him with a red hot poker. Entertaining but not necessarily *good*.
The headliners were quite quite fabulous looking. Super Hero synths man had a hole in his 'peepee' place. I have to say though that after 3 or 4 songs of them randomly head-butting keyboards I was getting a little tired of it - 'Has this song ended yet?' 'Has a new song even started from 15 minutes ago?' Perhaps if the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (oh come on, i know its not too cool to make the obvious comparison) had grown up in a trailer park on radioactive land near the Hellmouth, not eating their greens and bottle-feeing on absinthe this is what it would have sounded like. I liked when the drummer did a head-stand. Yes its different, its great to watch. But are they talented? Deeply and importantly talented? I'm not sure. But who am I to call the emperor on his new clothes.
After all I am sitting watching McFly, Savage Garden, Jazzy Jeff and other such cack on the Vault and LOVING it. Everyone seemed to be having a great time last night. I think I must have missed the point or maybe I'm just not hip and cutting-edge enough. I felt strangely guilty for not liking much of it. Nonetheless it was lovely to meet Niall (breaking all the lj codes) and catch up with Niki ('Look what happens if I stick my face under the hand drier!'). Lion boy from Retards turned out to be hot and was wearing a Gossip tshirt and I was almost tempted to go chat him up - any fan of Beth Ditto's has GOT to be super nice. But I didnt. I went home (via sexual and unecessary harrassment from Laverys bouncers) and was in bed for one. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo doo.