an unwitting comedy moment was served up when we witnessed the guitarist play a trumpet whilst balancing a fiddle under his chin – to paraphrase Mark & Lard there’s “no need”…
On this showing Rats were tougher, looser and a bit messier than is normal but to be honest it’s good they mess with their sound: they have to avoid being straightjacketed by people’s expectations now they are getting popular.
In fact Dress, (and maybe these unprepossessing Bollenstreekers don’t know this), with their widescreen soundscapes and tales of agro-industrial pyscho/socio dramas sound very trendy indeed:
Then it is home on the last regular train after the usual conversations: “see at the next gig?”, “you bet”… what is a 40 something bloke doing, getting all excited about this young stuff?
I am very well aware that after nightfall people in this region turn into werewolves. So where is the fucking venue?
What the feck does this band do to people?
All I can tell you is that I walked away from the gig wishing I had the ability and the means to follow them to Nijmegen, where they were due to play a second show that evening and then onwards and beyond. This may not have been a great gig but, my word, they’re one hell of a band.
The ringing choruses and beautiful counterpoints that Vox served up on these new tracks had us drooling.
At one point Incendiary turned to John Robb, who was also present, and blurted out “it’s like Margaret Thatcher on vocals”.
The beauty of Incubate is without doubt its impish programming. Truly, you never know what to expect.
Incendiary did wonder whether this whole song and dance act was a calculated attempt to align herself in the audience’s mind with the likes of quirky divas such as Kate Bush... If so, Austra, throw away the manual girl!
young embarrassed Germans told team Incendiary that by wearing tee shirts emblazoned with industrial diggers we were giving visual signals to other Teutons that we were Flash Harrys given to indulging in exciting sexual adventures
The tent was, quite literally, bouncing for Rival Consoles and Incendiary cut some rug in a fashion not seen in quite a while.
2011 Haldern Pop must be acclaimed as evidence of the official “Year of the Beard Amongst the Young”. Gillette Wilkinson must be concerned.
Having been surprised by the popularity of the National when they headlined the Word Tent last year, there’s little more to say on the subject other than that there are Even More People totally enraptured by them.
Lord knows what drummer shouted but it did sound slightly mental.
Cath experiences a Hipster Dunkirk in Barca! now read on!
Cath Aubergine once again gives the full Primavera experience to us couch potatoes…
Op maandag 25 april spraken in de Sub 071 de bands Go filth Go, Nekromantiker, Econo en Deaf Wish hun verlate urbi et orbi uit. De heren (want het waren voornamelijk heren) in het aanwezige publiek hadden de gaten in oor en neus weer wat geolied en de haargrens weer wat bijgeschoren waardoor de heren punkers en de heren krakers zich weer helemaal het mannetje voelden en iedereen zich in een opperbeste (paas)stemming bevond.