Not Death Metal and Wheres Tacky?

30 03 2009

Dev and KP came down on Friday and presented me with a lovely present, a

Its Tacky the Dog

Its Tacky the Dog

statue of a dog in a jumper (now christened Tacky) and after a King Prawn Jalfrezi expertly cooked by me, we went up to the George for a few drinks, where I accused a dog of having Downs Syndrome and we chatted rubbish for a while.

Saturday came and we headed to the Southwick Brewhouse to look around the brewery and purchase some real ales, including a Chilli Beer for Dev.  The guy that runs the place is a really nice, but a bit eccentric gentleman, but makes everyone feel at home. 

From here we went to the Royal Armouries Museum at Fort Nelson and had a look at some tanks and stuff.  Dev was partucularly pleased with the pieces of the Iraqi supergun that were there, whereas I was more interested in the fact that they were firing off some of the guns. 

During the day, Tacky had miraculously moved to various different places in the flat, causing much amusement (considering our ages, we are very childish).  We then met up with Andy G to go to the Pyramids to see the Eagles Of Death Metal play a blindingly brilliant set.  Sadly minus Josh Homme, the band seemed pleased to be there and were enjoying themselves a lot as they rattled of their tracks, and a couple of cover versions.  A superb speeded and rocked up version of Stuck in the Middle with You and Brown Sugar were good, but the highlight was the single Want You So Hard.  The hot and sweaty atmosphere of the Pyramids seems made for this band. 

After we rocked our faces off we decided to hit Albert Road for a few only to find out that most of the pubs were rammed full of idiots, so we headed back to the penthouse for a few more and because the clocks went forward we didnt get to bed until gone 3.

I have now decided that I am going to play a game of Where’s Tacky? and will be hiding the statue at various peoples houses until they can get rid of it again.  Of course, this could be a short game if they don’t find it and give it back.





(Glas)Vegas Baby!

20 02 2009

So the end of my self christened Mini-Spexfest where I have seen 9 bands in 4 days.  Last night was the NME awards tour, with Florence and the Machine, White Lies, Friendly fires and the mighty mighty Glasvegas (do you get the idea that I like this band, their album was probably my 2nd favourite of the year after Vampire Weekend, but that is a different story).

After me and the housemate turned up late, we caught the last 3 songs of Florence and the Machine, who picked up the Critics choice NME award.  Now, this is obviously a very talented band, with an attractive lead singer in Florence, but I just can’t get into them.  The harpist was good though.

Much more up my street were White Lies, with Death being my White Liesfavourite single of the year so far.  This is a confident band, with some great songs, and wether you like them or not, they will be huge.  This is probably the stadium rock band of the future.  As with all NME shows they rattled of the big 5 tunes from the album, and all were great.

The surprise of the night came from Friendly Fires.  I liked Jump in the Friendly Firespool as a song, but wasn’t really a big  fan of anything else that I had heard of theirs.  But, live they make so much more sense to me.  They have energy and tunes that make people want to dance around like goons in the hot and sweaty atmosphere of the Pyramids (one more reason why I don’t like this venue, its always so hot because of heating the pool). 

I’m not one to normally listen to what the NME say,m but when they said that Friendly Fires are one of the best live bands about at the moment I have to believe them, after last night, I really have to and I would like to go and see them again to play a whole set rather than the 35 odd minutes that they are allowed on the bill tonight.

GlasvegasAfter this came the opening strains of Geraldine, my favourite track off of Glasvegas, a song that gives me goosebumps the first time he sings “My name is Geraldine and I’m your Sociaaaaal Woorkeerrr”.  It did the same thing last night, but something was wrong with this performance for me, the setting was wrong, the Pyramids had ruined it with the crappy acoustics, and there was way too much feedback.  Now don’t get me wrong this was still a classy band playing a classy set and the crowd singalong to Daddys Gone was probably the best moment of the night, but I just didn’t enjoy this as much as I wanted to.

For those of you who want a slightly better review, see the NME.