A bunch of bands play at the new park in the middle of Birmingham, the weather was good and I saw loads of different types of trains.
A band so good they made me happy for a full 24 hours - A new UK record. I’m saying that the “Wayne Coyne for President” band-wagon starts here, imagine the victory parade.
A small crowd in a small venue listen to eight swedish people make a lot of very nice noise. Plus their singer is really quite miserable, albeit in a sort of endearing way.
Wacky humour surrealists off the telly turn up to make jokes about being raped by rabbits and how to properly mime opening a door. Good fun all round.
Jim W goes an awful long way (well, across Birmingham) to see spiky guitar types The Rakes and his new favourite band White Rose Movement play at an old haunt.
Yeah, I meant to do this last week but got repeatedly waylaid by the bloody pub. Supposed Scottish indie-ponces wreak triumph at the academy much to my pleasant surprise. Ooh get me away I’m dying…
This was ages ago, but what with one thing and another mumble, mumble, excuses, excuses. I must get better at spotting musical celebs in bar situations though, thats what I learnt
Sorry, I’ve been too busy to put this up sooner. Get that spiky haircut sorted, squeeze into those distressed jeans and stroll up to the Moo Bar for a pleasant musical interlude tomorrow evening to calm you down before another week at work.
Following on from the cracking album reviewed below, we popped over to check out the live stylings of the SFA at the venue that keeps the UK not quite a pint plastic cup industry in business.
Nick cuts loose of the squares and heads enjoy the laid back vibes of the nearest available free-range, organic, folk festival. Have your beard, banjo and jazz cigarettes at the ready on arrival…