A first class show demands a first class arrival. That’s how I found myself stuffing complimentary biscuits in my pockets. I’m not designed for luxury. I don’t know what to do with it, apart from steal from it.
There really was a person just for serving the milk. They even gave me macaroni. Just gotta tell myself that I’m worth it.
I’ve got a lot of pictures. Bear with me.
I was pretty excited about this show. I was good and did my research beforehand, so I knew I was getting into some pretty cool stuff.
Psycle were up first. I forgot to take a picture of them. Sorry, Psycle. Here’s one of their songs instead:
They’re a pretty amazing band. They take all the best bits of British and German psychedelic/experimental rock and stick it all together. Not a lot of singing, but a lot of great playing and sometimes some flute. Can you believe I hadn’t ever seen a drum solo before I saw Psycle?
I love ’em. They make the kind of music I could listen to for hours and hours.
That’s La Bête fuckin’ Blooms up there.
Yeah, they were amazing. Their totally excellent debut EP was played in full, with a couple of new tracks and classic-to-be Sigh Away in there too. This was their first proper tour, hopefully they’ll be back out soon. You should catch them if you ever get the chance. You won’t regret it.
If you do regret it, I’ll kick you. Then you’ll regret regretting it. That’ll learn ya.
That there is La Petite Mort. They’re pretty damn cool. They have a saxophone player. It totally works.
They sort of rolled on stage, casual as anything, with Pink Floyd’s Echoes playing over the PA. They were setting up, then they were playing along. That was how it all started. It was very classy.
First class, in fact.
See, I can tie this all together.
They’ve got a great sound, sort of like the first (best) Smashing Pumpkins album, with some lovely reggae bass for good measure. Did I mention the sax player? Very fucking cool. Billy ain’t got that.
Towards the end a mystery man appeared on stage. He had a harmonica. It all got a bit Peter Green. It was the best thing ever. Thank you, blues stranger. I’m sorry I don’t know your name.
Daniel and Lousia from La Bête Blooms were kind enough to give me a lift to the train station afterwards, where I met a nice man called Seyit who owns a catering supplies business in Sheffield and this angsty pigeon.
It seems a crime to pay only £3 for such a great night of music, so you should check these bands out and give them your £££$$$££$£.