Okay, so it appears I’m into the whole ‘let’s update once a week if I can be arsed’ mode. That won’t do! Media and communications I think has decided to get all hard and abstract on my behind, which I guess is nice but at the same time easy things are better. Sigh. On Saturday I went to the Silver Rocket 100th show spectacular at Imperial College’s student union and had a ball. Main attractions were bands who I’d seen before or liked before: Meet Me In St. Louis were tight as an unpleasant simile to the point where they could end up actually famous; Charlottefield were thankfully back on form in that they were excitingly laid back instead of seemingly apathetic. Lords were the band that fitted the birthday party atmosphere (bunting! birthday cake! Parma Violets!) and I think didn’t mind me nicking a certain song title for my own devices. The rest of the bands were as follows (I missed Joeyfat and 3hostwomexicansandatinofspanners because I knew that the tube would be a sod. It was…) - Future Corpses did the slow post-rock thing quite well; Superman Revenge Squad was like Bob Tilton meets BARR, aka conversational + emotional + a bit of dry humour does wonders; Big Joan were noisy and sassy; Silent Front were louddddd; Underground Railroad were a bit too SY-ey, but then again if I were in a band so would I; Cove should have utilised the clarinet more than they did in the end but were still grand.

Oh dear, that just all looked like a Wikipedia entry with all those links. As for Silver Rocket itself, you’ve got to like a club that’ll play ‘Prayer To God’ at a birthday party. They’re usually at the Buffalo Bar up in Highbury, every third Friday, clicky for details.

I took a load of photographs and none of them were any good. Still, if you want to have a look stay here after the jump:

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Now then; I appear to have forgotten about this blog again? Not really, I’ve just been a bit busy with fitting in at uni and getting work sorted and those kinds of excuses. Possibly.

Saturday! For some reason I ended up at PUSH, an indie alternative club night thing at the Astoria 2. (Trivia fact: there is a Japanese magazine called Push; I can see it appealing to /b/tards but very little others. Yeah, thanks for that Wikipedia) Involved a free guestlist magic pass. Musically sound in places but the clientele I remember describing as ‘CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS’ to a mate on the phone. Which is a shame, and no doubt a shameless generalisation, and besides the second room was under Transgressive Records’ control and they played some fine tracks. Friendly Fires played and were the kind of vaguely enjoyable dance-indie-dressed-in-Dov’s-finest which are ten for a pound these days. Look, I took a picture:

I might go back, but only if I get in for free again and is already wasted by the time I get there. If you want to do the same, make friends with lovely people and check out the offie opposite New Cross Gate station.

Wednesday! iLiKETRAiNS are from Leeds, adhere to public transport and sing about histories past. They played the Scala in Kings Cross where the current record for most expensive drink bought by myself now holds: £3.80 for a tiny Jack and Coke can fuck right off. As could both support bands, who just really made you want to reach for another few, so then your wallet begins to feel pain as well and you feel like you’re in for a miserable night. Not so: it took just a few songs written about witch-hunts and assassinations that sound as massive as any post-rock visionary you’d care to mention to make me swoon again. And then there was ‘Terra Nova’, a song up there with my favourite songs of recent years and it sounded wistfully massive. I took another picture!

See, it’s like I’ve been blogging forever. Friday! Went to two very different things; one cheap and amazing, the other stupidly expensive and a wee bit pointless. I was first in Stoke Newington for Ryan Jewell with Patrick Farmer, Matt Milton and David Thomas and absorbed some lo-fi drone noise or whatever it was - I still feel like I can’t exactly review anything improv but I’ll practise! If there was a theme it was of producing noises akin to those odd electronic bleeps and pulses that sound ethereal and yet harsh and yet all combine to make something oddly relaxing. Support from Cheap Machines whose sound is definitely of the kind of high drone that I’m starting to love (see also: Pocahaunted) made this a nice way to venture into rather rough territory. I followed this with, erm, Synergy. Basically, if you want to pay £20 and be surrounded by yuppies and old hippies on drugs while listening to lots of repetitive drum and bass then you should totally go. As for me, well…

So that’s a week in a silly small amount of words compared to the week before. ‘In Flowers’ should appear on the 10th - expect a review of it as soon as I grab my hands on it…

roman david