Holy Fuck
Blame the Canadians, for Toronto's Holy Fuck played the Kommedia tonight as part of Brighton's The Great Escape. This was a fantastic fourpiece who, as I believe the parlance goes, mashed up the place. Excellent beats and mad sound textures generated from Heath Robinson nests of wires and retro technology keyboards, plus things that aren't even instruments such as a 35mm film synchronizer that one of the guys was pulling film through. Easily the best of the five acts I've seen so far. Crowd cavorting and leaping, so it was all rather lively. Hugely enjoyable.
Also, from LA, we saw Gran Ronde who were like a more cheerful Interpol. Very tight and professional. Huge chiming walls of sound.
Lorraine and I sloped home tired but happy after day two of being rock people. Love this opportunity to see first hand new musicians and bands. It's like a refresher course in rock music. Although there not much in the way of music of black origin.
In other news, much disrupting faffing over the French ad, the concept such as it was is now dead, but the client's happy. So it goes.
Calliope brought in a bird today, after a tetchy morning of biting my feet under my desk. Something horrible and wrong about a live bird in the house. Must get a bell for her neck. I also have bites,which could be fleabite so she was urgently re-frontlined. Dire visions of house fumigation, flea-based ostracisation etc. The murderous flea-ridden weasel in my bad books today.
Below the exceedingly splendid Holy Fuck, one of their weird non instruments I snapped after the show, and Gran Ronde from LA. Rock on dudes! Etc.
Blame the Canadians, for Toronto's Holy Fuck played the Kommedia tonight as part of Brighton's The Great Escape. This was a fantastic fourpiece who, as I believe the parlance goes, mashed up the place. Excellent beats and mad sound textures generated from Heath Robinson nests of wires and retro technology keyboards, plus things that aren't even instruments such as a 35mm film synchronizer that one of the guys was pulling film through. Easily the best of the five acts I've seen so far. Crowd cavorting and leaping, so it was all rather lively. Hugely enjoyable.
Also, from LA, we saw Gran Ronde who were like a more cheerful Interpol. Very tight and professional. Huge chiming walls of sound.
Lorraine and I sloped home tired but happy after day two of being rock people. Love this opportunity to see first hand new musicians and bands. It's like a refresher course in rock music. Although there not much in the way of music of black origin.
In other news, much disrupting faffing over the French ad, the concept such as it was is now dead, but the client's happy. So it goes.
Calliope brought in a bird today, after a tetchy morning of biting my feet under my desk. Something horrible and wrong about a live bird in the house. Must get a bell for her neck. I also have bites,which could be fleabite so she was urgently re-frontlined. Dire visions of house fumigation, flea-based ostracisation etc. The murderous flea-ridden weasel in my bad books today.
Below the exceedingly splendid Holy Fuck, one of their weird non instruments I snapped after the show, and Gran Ronde from LA. Rock on dudes! Etc.
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