"Middleton hardly looks up from his guitar and Moffat lurks around the stage like a vulture looking for his strategically placed beers, which he picks up in between songs and takes huge swigs from. I imagine he drinks about half the can with that sort of swig-age. "
The audience was very mixed from young and arty to old and grandparents. Yes, that's right, the parents of one of the Talking Heads actually came to see the show...
"I quickly turned to my friend who I dragged along to this night of unexpected bizarreness, gasping and doing my best to describe just how bananas this next band was, and how the lead singer thinks he's a sea captain and is slightly frightening. We screamed in excitement as girls on a night out on the town "
"I went down and worked my way to the front. Robert Burås or as I called him, the big red head guitarist, made himself comfortable throughout the gig, smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer. He was quite something to look at. "
In my politest New Yorkian, I said, “hey, if you want to talk, go to the FUCKING back, but I'm here for the concert.
a man who resembled Jason King wandered onstage, clutching an acoustic guitar and accompanied by a girl who resembled the star of Der Neue Schulmadchen Report 2 Teil: Was Eltern den Schlaf Raubt
Singer Alec Onsworth had an awkward look on his face the whole show, but somehow it really worked, maybe he can only sing in his charmingly awkward way whilst making nervous looking faces.
You realise when hearing stuff like The Back of Love that the Bunnymen still retain their air of hypnotic, ethereal, abstract strangeness. It's like musical non-music if you see what I mean.
Grass, incidentally, is Animal Collective's three-minute pop song – at least it would be if the chorus wasn't screamed.
I found myself casting my mind back to 1981, when, asked by my form teacher to put on a show for a class assembly, my friends and I decided to imitate the Human League. We did it in front of our class and it was fairly well received.
Should you not be familiar with the Ultra Heavy Beat you can basically pull out any album at a record store, they're all more or less the same really. Of course, the die hard fans would disagree with me here, but hey, what do they know.
The Duke Spirit you suspect, are out of the fashionable loop at present, despite being blessed with what all good
Tom White's guitar takes enormous liberties and slides around in some tracks, especially All Night Disco Party.
As it turns out the main addition to the set is not of AHAAH's making – they are joined, presumably not by invitation, by two dancers. I use the term dancer in its loosest sense.
Thomas sat down almost immediately with a great exhalation of air and smoke, as if someone had just punctured him, and the band struck up Texas Overture.
I am going to look a complete idiot here, but I failed to find out the support act's name
A rare treat we thought, a Mick Harvey solo show in the intimate Kleine Zaal... I'll readily admit I'm not a huge afficianado of his stuff, though I think his new album One Man's Treasure, is a belter and I do love his Serge Gainsbourg cover albums, especially Pink Elephants. No matter; when someone of Mr Harvey's pedigree is in town, afficianado or not, you are duty-bound to check him out.
The Mudhoney set list in particular appeals to me, but, in essence this project is hijacking the trappings of other music, somehow making it just as valid an art form as an evening at the opera. 'Look at us, we grew up'.
An astonishing, awe inspiring journey.
Oh yes, that's starting to look like a tent now
As soon as the festival doors opened, so did the heavens