I’m not dead yet…indulge me



Oh dear, over a year since my last blog.  What can I say, I’m busy, and don’t get out much (highlights were Eureka Machines at Brudenell and Devin Townsend at Rock City.  I say highlights, that might actually be it).  Well, ANYWAY, it’s my birthday today, so you’ll just have to indulge me.  Birthdays are weird, right?  An entire day about YOU, except that it isn’t really because life just carries on anyway, plus millions of other people share the same day of birth.  Birthdays for me are the quintessential example of the way my brain works…I feel like shouting QUICK EVERYONE I’M GETTING OLDER, LET’S CELEBRATE.* I do love them though. Birthdays.  Mostly because they remind me that I’m not dead yet.  Surviving another shitty year on this bizarre planet of ours – that by any standards is an achievement to be celebrated through the consuming of copious of sugar and alcohol, and the listening to of favourite songs. What’s not to love about that?  So this year I’ve decided to start a new thing, to celebrate the thing that we do or do not speak of, depending on which way the wind is blowing.  The birthday playlist**.  Music I love to share with the folk that tolerate the way my awkward brain operates, who I have the absolute privilege of calling my friends .  I hope you all find something that you like on here, that reminds you of some fun times, or something new that fills your day with some joy.

*but adding a sub-paragraph to say: do it in a way which doesn’t actually acknowledge that you’re looking at me or indeed acknowledging that I’m doing this birthday thing

**The one rule of birthday playlist is that it can only contain one song by each band on it.  It might not be the best song by that band, nor indeed my favourite song by that band.  But it has been deemed, by me, the best song for today.


Track 1.  Roll to me – Del Amitri.

I have an AMAZING cover version of this song done by Chris Catalyst, which I had done as part of his last pledge campaign, to thank some friends of mine for being awesome.  Most of them know who they are.  I don’t have any way of sharing it on here but if you want a copy then send me a message through whichever your preferred method of messaging me is.  This song – in both versions –  is a reminder that there will always be folk there for you when you need them.

Track 2 – Ih Ah by Devin Townsend

In the last few years I’ve seen DT twice, once acoustic in a church in Leeds, and electric in Rock City earlier this year.  Both times this was easily my track of the night.  It’s just gorgeous.  Close your eyes and let it float over you.


Track 3 – Love Yourself – Eureka Machines


This band has an extraordinary talent for making me cry with ostensibly cheerful pop tunes.  To be fair listening to “We’re going to the future” at a gig felt pretty sad the day after the Tories won a majority in 2015, mind… this one is one of those songs that I never set out to listen to, and then it falls on to the stereo like a slap in the ears to remind me that it’s not always a bad thing to occasionally give yourself a break. It’s important to have songs like that in your life, I think.


Track 4 – What Goes Around – Willie Dowling and Givvi Flynn (released as Jackdaw 4)

I know, right? I’ve got the whole Dowling back catalogue in my head and I pick a rare happy one. When I’m in a good mood, this song always gets more than one play if it comes on.  I can’t not sing along, in terrible harmony.  And it’s a reminder that it feels good to love and be loved, especially, for me, by all those friends who’ll take the piss out of you if you ever get too big for your boots.  Birthdays remind me that I’ve got an entire contingent of friends who now refer to me as “Dr Clever Pants”, and who take every opportunity, particularly when posting me cards, to use it.  Friends who basically dragged me kicking and screaming through the last years of my PhD.  Beaten down by three years of hearing the name, I’ve given in to acknowledge its use now.  Because who doesn’t want that much love in their lives?

Track 5 – Rocky Road from Dublin – GMT

Oh come on.  It’s my birthday, and it’s time to party.  I LOVE GMT.  Three of my favourite musicians made this song.  Now I think of it, I spent a lot of time getting sweaty dancing to this song at gigs.  Always makes me smile.  And thirsty.  There are grand tales to be told about times with these chaps, but all for another time I think.

Track 6 – I wanna be sedated – Ramones

The Ramones are basically responsible for most of my wardrobe and, due to an excessive amount of learning to drum to their tunes, my permanently knackered wrists and shoulders.  I have no idea what life would have been like without the existence of this band..definitely a darker place without them in it. Hey ho.

Track 7 – Goin Where the Action Is – AntiProduct

I met pretty much everyone I know because of this band.  Boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, people I’m less than fond of, peoples whose floors I’ve slept on, people whose cupboards I’ve stayed in, people whose houses I ended up living in.  The friends I have now who weren’t met as a direct result of this band I probably know because of friends I DID know from that time.  And I wrote my Masters thesis about this band, so actually they’re probably responsible for all the work colleagues I count as friends too. I sort of fell out of love with the band towards the end of their existence for lots of complicated reasons…but you know, time has passed, water is under bridges, and today is a day for good sounds.  I still remember the goose pimples I got the first time I heard this song.  It’s still one of the finest introductions ever written.  And, as I found when dancing round the kitchen when putting this playlist together, I’m still pretty much word perfect. Sorry about the formatting gap here, I can’t work out how to make it better and I’m drinking beer, so I don’t really care.

Track 8 – Overpriced – Cuddly Shark

I once went to Glasgow for a conference, and found myself feeling massively out of sorts with the world. (I know right?  What are the chances? I’m usually so jolly)  So on the last night I picked a random venue, and went to a gig, where I discovered the wonderful world of Cuddly Shark. The only sad thing about the whole affair was being on my own and having noone else to share the moment with. Except I also liked being on my own, and didn’t actually want the company of anyone else. (There’s that stupid brain again). Anyway,  I bought all their albums, and the timing of this song was just perfect…I’d just been offered an interview for a job I wasn’t sure I was worthy of.   Sometimes it takes a random song to tell you – you’re worth more than you think you are. There are, just occasionally, times when I think it is right.

Track 9 – Never Giving Up – HoneyCrack

The sad demise of one of the greatest bands of the planet resulted in the release of an amazing album of songs which frankly deserved better than an “unreleased demos” CD.  There are gems galore on this album, but this is the one in my head for today, and all those other days when a chivvying is needed.

(PS – This is totally not cheating.  HoneyCrack were a different band to JD4. And I didn’t even pick the video with the dog, despite the fact it makes me cry with laughter, particularly when I’ve been drinking…) *whistles innocently*

Track 10 – Try Everything – Shakira

I know, I know, I know. It’s Disney. It’s from a film called Zootropolis, which is actually as wonderful as this song is.  I dance like noone is watching around the lounge with my boy to this song every time we hear it.    One day I’ll find someone that wants to make a punk cover of it.  It’s got a pretty good message which, in my mind, runs to “hey you know what?  Try everything.  Everyone fucks things up from time to time”. I don’t mind that being something that kids get told.  Maybe without the swearing.

So there we go,  I hope you find something you like in there.  If you’ll excuse me I have to go drink some more beer, and dance around the lounge with my boy. Have an amazing evening







Late to the party for The Dowling Poole #1HP

Well I see I haven’t blogged here for a while.  Not for the lack of thinking about it, from the unfinished drafts in the saved folder, or even the finished ones that seemed to pale into insignificance after gigs attended and thought processes on music were upstaged by terrorist attacks…from which I think we can draw the conclusion that the lack of blogs is due to the fact that life is a complicated mix of stuff that means that sometimes you feel inclined to share your thoughts with others, and at other times you write them down and then realise that no-one was really paying attention to anything that you said anyway, so why were you bothering?

Where was I?  Right, late to the party.  The listening party for The Dowling Poole’s latest offering One Hyde Park in fact, or #1HP if we’re being down with the kids (which, for the record, I’m not).  So I’m late to the party…is that important in relation to the task at hand?  Probably, yes.  I have a new job and a new house in a new city, all of which I am currently enjoying with all the expectation that nothing good lasts forever, but which are also taking up all time and space in my head to keep them going. To the extent that even in the few less-busy moments when I might reasonably  have thought “well I could listen to the album now” has meant I’ve actually avoided doing so.  The simultaneous joy and problem with music is that our relationship with it is as complicated as life itself – at it’s best it involves or even requires a level of emotional engagement which sometimes I’m just not in a place to give.  Associating music with the wrong time and place can ruin it, even for music you like.  The last Dowling Poole album for example, became so associated with a year of complete emotional turmoil in my mind  – entirely unrelated in any way shape or form to the music – that I can now barely listen to it without crying myself into a stupor.  “Brainwaves”, the outstanding album of last year put out by Eureka Machines, can send me either way, either singing at the top of my lungs, or sobbing at my steering wheel.  I’ve always been thus.  My mother tells a story about being pregnant with me and playing her double bass at orchestra practice.  During Beethoven pieces I was calm and content, during Mozart I kicked her furiously.  I’m still not that keen on Mozart, and prefer Tchaikovsky to Beethoven but perhaps my taste wasn’t that nuanced while still unborn.  I digress.  What mental price then, a new album from a band you love and believe in? It’s taken me a week to get myself ready.  “Ready”.    Don’t worry, you don’t need to avoid me at social gatherings, I’m aware that I’m strange, and promise to wear dark glasses to avoid eye contact with anyone who fears making it.

So what do I think of One Hyde Park?  The thing is, I’m not sure it really matters what I think, I’m just one person and my view is not important.  And then someone, well, two people, said “I’m interested in hearing your opinion” and frankly I’m avoiding writing a really long and complicated report for my lovely new job, so I’m engaging with this instead.  I hope those two people are happy.  Still with me?  What do I think?  I think that The Dowling Poole made some sort of deal, either with the devil or a non-specific deity, I’m not sure which, to defy all my expectations on what they were going to produce for their second album.  The music, much like life, is layered and complex, occasionally sweet, and at times unexpected.  The lyrics are intelligent, and witty, and sometimes with the undertone of sinister cynicism we all loved about album 1.  The production on this album is somehow better than the first, even though the first one nailed it to perfection.  The singing on this album is outstanding – there have always been certain things that Mr Dowling has done with his voice that make me need to lie down in a dark room, and he does more of them on this album (although I’m struggling to love the Bee-gee esque vocal range in the chorus of Willing to Change, despite liking the song very much indeed).  There are less songs  on this album where the ‘lead’ vocal is taken by Mr Poole, and I think that’s a shame because I liked the balance of them sharing it on the first album.  Overall it is, of course, a thing of beauty, because that’s what you get when two ridiculously talented musicians spend over a year lovingly crafting songs together.

Of course I live in hope that the band will put out a video that I actually like, with both Clean from the previous album and Rebecca Receiving from this one missing their mark for me (I think social commentary is a vitally important part of the role of music but do I want to watch videos that are making them with the result that they make me uncomfortable?  No, not really).  Do I have a favourite track?  Absolutely, but I don’t think that matters to anyone but me, so I’ll leave it for you to guess when you see me dancing in the corner. Is that enough of a late and unimportant person’s opinion for you? Thanks for saving me from the report for a while at least.

The Dowling Poole, Fulford Arms York, 14/09/14

Because I am quite stupid I managed to miss the first support act…my apologies for being an inept gig-goer this evening.

The second support, the (allegedly) “ever potent” Chris Catalyst played a more upbeat set than his sometimes more usual solo sets, including “Pop Star” and “These are the people who live in my house”. Usually these would have got people dancing, but this was York so there was just some polite swaying at the back. His backdrop (a piece of A4 pinned to a dart board) was worth the monumental effort it must have taken to create, and as ever when I see him live I will be stuck with set finisher “Take on me” in my head for the next few weeks. Every gig should include a set from this chap, guaranteed as he is to leave you singing happy songs in your head for several days.

The came the main event, The Dowling Poole, for whom it must be acknowledged were enough to drag me an hour’s drive from my house, missing my son’s bedtime, on my one day off work for two weeks, while the guilt of not proof-reading and editing a phd that’s due in this month kicked gently at my conscience for the whole night. Having seen their opening gigs as part of their pledge campaign I must admit I sort of thought “it’ll be more of the same”…which it was, and yet wasn’t. Tighter, with more polished harmonies, and dare I suggest slightly more confidence than at their first outings, tonight’s set was less of a showcase for brand new songs and more like an established band doing their thing. In particular tonight the audience benefitted from a decent mix of the vocals, with Givvi’s lead vocals sounding amazing in This Is Your Life and Clean, the latter of which always tugs at my heart and *nearly* made me cry this evening (quite an impressive feat given how generally unmoved by the world I am when sober). The set list was in a much more musically-organised order as well, and with the addition of “Getting a licence” (as heard on the band’s Radio 6 music Marc Riley session a couple of weeks ago) there was more of a sense of coherence to the evening. That said, there was still some chaos, and Jon’s intro. dance is worth the price of admission alone. His joke about his jacket, and the introduction to “Paper, scissors, stone” probably less so. But nobody’s perfect, eh? I still feel that by calling these gigs “acoustic” the band are underselling their wares – yes, they are playing acoustic guitars and a keyboard (the addition of Givvi playing guitar in a couple of songs adding some new texture from the last gigs) but you’re still getting “essence of Dowling Poole”. It doesn’t feel like bass and drums are missing in any way, indeed as I said in my previous review, this really does give the lyrics and the harmonies more chance to shine. And, of course, they did.

There’s still a chance to catch these guys in the rest of the dates on this tour which takes in Manchester, Birmingham, Rushden and London. Check them out and get your tickets at http://www.thedowlingpoole.com/gigs

The Dowling Poole – London and Leeds Pledger Only Gigs, July 4 – 5 2014

I’ve been to four Pledger-only gigs in the past month.  Indeed, that may explain my current inability to concentrate for longer than 3 minutes, or indeed keep my eyes open, but as a result of reflecting on these events it occurred to me only this morning that the thing that makes gigs from Pledge campaigns extra special is that everyone in the room has made a commitment to supporting music in a different way than at a normal gig.  For the gigs I’ve attended, everyone in the room had to have pre-ordered an album before they’d heard much more than snippets of it.  All of which is by way of an overly-long introduction to say that this might explain why, for me, the atmosphere at pledger-only gigs is a little bit more…electric than at usual gigs.  Clearly being in at the start of something amazing is a good feeling, for both fans and the musicians involved.

And so it was in both London and Leeds for The Dowling Poole pledger only gigs (and no doubt in Birmingham tonight) that a crowd anticipating great things were not disappointed.  With the incredibly superb Bleak Strategies album being so rich with musical layers it had been a matter of some debate as to how the songs were going to be played and sound live.  The answer, of course, was stunning.  And who would be surprised with that amount of musical talent on the stage?  With Jon Poole on acoustic guitar, Willie Dowling on keyboard (both singing) and joined by the wonderful vocal talents of Givvi Flynn, the live versions of all of the songs played sounded less-stripped down that one might have imagined they would have been, while still allowing the vocal harmonies and lyrics to shine.  The set included 8 of the 10 tracks from the album by my counting (though I am better at words than numbers).  In particular, both “Saving it all for a Saturday” and “Where the Memories Fester”, already fantastic on the album, had a touch of something extra-brilliant live.  “Clean”, with Givvi on lead vocals was an emotional moment on both evenings, and it’s hard to imagine a finer song to illustrate all the musical talents on display.  Interspersed with some tracks drawn from the wealth of both Dowling and Poole’s back catalogues, there were songs here for every fan. Songs that make you dance. Songs that make you cry with the unfairness of life.  Songs that remind you why it’s good to be alive. 

Extra treats for pledgers included a vocal guest appearance by Victoria Liedtke in London and Willie’s old HoneyCrack bandmate CJ joining the band on stage in Leeds to finish the set with some HoneyCrack songs.  Teasing us at the end and promising that they might return for more gigs in September, I really hope they do, but doubt they can make the gigs any more special than these ones already were.

Watch out for a forthcoming radio session with these chaps soon, plus the release of “The Sun is Mine” as a single on August 11th.

CJ Pledger only gig, Barfly, London, June 2014

When I booked my ticket for the Leeds gig as part of the CJ pledge campaign for his new album, “Mable”, I thought to myself how very strange it was that I’d never seen CJ do an acoustic gig before. Anyway, it turned out as the man himself told us on the London night, that he’d never actually done one before… which I found astonishing…

So, I should start this gig review by saying how much I have really enjoyed  the “Mable” album, having failed to get as far as reviewing that already for the blog.  The album is 11 songs of brilliantly catchy-rock songs of the type that you listen to one day and still find yourself humming several days later.  There are a couple of really stand-out tracks, including for my money, Vitriol, Devil and Down the Drain, for which you can see a brilliant video here.  But really they are all well-written get up and dance type affairs, so that’s just a list of my personal favourites!

Anyway…it could therefore be said that I was expecting to enjoy this gig.  Having announced earlier in the day via twitter that he as feeling a bit nervous (actually a brave move I thought!) I wondered what sort of night we might be in for, but really there was nothing to worry about.  Ably accompanied on guitar by all-round good guy Chris Catalyst (who also impressively doubled as on-stage guitar tech, changing strings mid-song) CJ took us through a selection of songs from the new album interspersed with a range of classics from his previous bands (CJ & the Satellites and The Jellys).  To be honest I would have been perfectly happy if he’d have played Mable live from beginning to end, but obviously the acoustic setting lent itself better to some of the new tracks than others.  It was really a treat to find out about the stories behind some of the new songs though, as I find it often makes a difference to the way you listen to songs once you find out what they are about.  The selection of songs also served as a reminder of what a good songwriter CJ is and has been for…well, ever.   Joking with the crowd that he preferred to play with his contact lenses out and not be the frontman, the nights were a perfect mix of good-humour, good songs and great friends. 

Talking of friends, at the end of his set CJ was joined on stage by Willie Dowling for the first time in…several…years to reprise some HoneyCrack classics.  I don’t want to say that the HoneyCrack songs were the highlight of the gigs because these gigs were really all about CJ, but I should admit that the announcement of Mr Dowling’s appearance at the London show was the reason that I ended up heading down south despite already having tickets for the Leeds show, for fear of missing out on the one-off performance from CJ and Willie (the fact it became a two-off performance is just one of those ironies of life that I chose to enjoy).  So this bit then, was the cherry on an already excellent gig-cake.  After a wait of over half my life, I did finally manage to see two members of HoneyCrack (plus Chris…then later with Jon Poole and in London also with Givvi Flynn) play some tunes together.    As an aside I feel I have to say (and I appreciate this is probably an unpopular view) that I don’t want to see a HoneyCrack reunion – for a start I think that the past is usually best left in the past.  And moving forward, I’d be pretty happy if the two ex-members of HoneyCrack on stage that evening give us more albums as good as they both have done for the different projects they’ve been involved in lately.  (If you missed my thoughts on the Bleak Strategies album by the Dowling Poole, please skip back to the previous blog entry).  Anyway, back to the gig review, and I suspect every HoneyCrack fan in the audience heard at least one of their favourites (King of Misery and Animals for me) but the best bit of the night was that every single person left the gig with a massive grin on their face…live music, just as it’s supposed to be. 

The Dowling Poole – Bleak Strategies

Look.  Let’s be honest.  It was always fairly unlikely that I WASN’T going to like this album.  I own a fair proportion of the back catalogues of Messrs Willie Dowling and Random Jon Poole, and have *I think* pledged on everything they’ve both been involved in to date in this new-fangled pledging for albums system that appears to have taken over just going to the shops and buying a CD.  And so it was that I duly pledged – with a fair deal of confidence – that I would like the output from the new collaboration that is The Dowling Poole.  The first inkling of quite how MUCH I would like their album came when they released a track off the album to tease us just a little bit, Hey Stranger.  The first day I downloaded it I listened to it approximately 30 times.  24 of them in a row. The problem was, you see, that once I’d heard it, I felt that no other track would quite live up to it’s magnificence.  So what would be the point of listening to any other track?  Once I was over this slight insanity (well I say I’m over it – I think I listen to it about 3 times a day on average even now) I figured “hey, the other songs on the album can’t be as good as that.  They must have just released the one I’m going to like the most.  Which is ok as I’m sure I’ll still like the rest of it”.

And then we waited a bit…they teased us a bit more with snippets at the end of video clips as part of their Pledge Campaign… and we waited a bit more…and then they released the album while I was on holiday.  B**tards!  So with no internet connection while I was away, and a hideously full diary when I returned I had to wait nearly a whole extra week to listen to the album in it’s full glory.  To say it was worth the wait would be like saying that it gets a bit warm in the Miami sunshine.  Think of a band you like.  Then think of another band that you like.  Then think of all the bands that you like, mix them in a harmonious pot of lyrical cleverness and then pour them into an album.  And even then I’m not sure that quite does it justice.  There are (semi-)obvious musical comparisons that you might make with bands such as Jellyfish, Queen, Cheap Trick and dare I say it The Beatles but that would be to ignore so much else of what goes on in the album.  You could pretty much name any band from Abba to Cream to Zappa and every imaginable band in-between and find elements of this album that remind you of the best bits of all of them.

BUT…the album is not an “easy listen”.  That’s not meant as an insult – rather, to say that it’s not ten songs of straight pop-rock tunes – we can all do those, and these guys can both do those until the cows come home…but it’s ten unique songs of indescribably catchy, clever and unexpected musical turns.  The reason I couldn’t stop listening to “Hey Stranger” is that it’s so packed full of layers that every time I listened to it I heard something new in it – and then I wanted to hear that again – and then on the next listen I heard something else.  But every single song is like that.  The opening track, “The Sun is Mine” made the walk to work on the rainiest of Leeds mornings feel like a stroll through a sun-filled utopia this morning.  “Hey Stranger” sounds even more amazing in the context of the album, perfectly placed between “A Kiss on the Ocean” with it’s Madness-esque guaranteed to make you sing-along chorus and the actually-I-think-I’m-running-out-of-words-to-describe-how-good-these-songs-are “Saving it all for a Saturday”.

I suspect for people who love this album (and quite frankly I’d stare at you and wonder “how could you not?” if you didn’t), their favourite track will be whichever one they are currently listening to.  But I couldn’t personally forgive myself if I didn’t mention the genius that is “Where the Memories Fester” which takes my breath away every time I hear it.  And ‘Twilight Subplot”. Bloody hell, have I mentioned them all yet?  They are all amazing, unique, wonderful.  Even Clean, which has a video which I hated so much that I couldn’t watch surprised me when I heard it on the album.  (Seriously, if you want to hear it, click on the video and then shut your eyes.  You’ll her the track so much better that way.  Unless you like that sort of thing…) Joined by the ever-brilliant Givvi Flynn the track is a perfect album-closer.  Which is fine of course, but when you get to the end of it you say “shit, just one more listen…”

The only question remaining then, being, what precisely a “Bleak Strategy” is, and if this album is one of them, could we please have some more?

If you haven’t already pledged on this album, there is still time.  Get on it now!  Click this link right here and give these good people some money.  In return they will give you ten of the finest tracks that money can buy.



The ones that nearly got away…a brief (ish) summary of April and May

Wow, how is it June already?  This year is going CRAZY fast.  Might be something to the number of things I’m attempting to complete at the moment, not least the PhD and, because why not be a glutton for punishment to deadlines and stress, the second Ultraxine album.  So that should at least explain why I’ve found it hard to find time to blog…if I’m not writing words for the thesis, I’ve been writing words for songs…or writing and practicing music.  And occasionally working.  Still, if you’re interested in how we’re getting on with the album business, feel free to drop by to YouTube where we are posting regular updates, or ‘SnipXines” as we’ve very un-wittily called them.  They give you all the insights into the really important things that go on in album making.  Like cocktail-making on the back of a bicycle.  Or admiring the sparkly lights in our new rehearsal studio.

All of which may go to explain why I’ve completely failed to write up any musical happenings of the last couple of months. For which I don’t apologise as frankly I’m too busy to worry about it.

Nevertheless some musical action of note…

The Eureka Machines played a sold-out show at the Borderline in London in March.  Now, I think it would be fair to say that I’ve seen them a few times, but this I think counts as my favourite ever EM show by a long way. They had no Leeds date on this tour, so I hopped on a train to London to catch this one.   Because why would you not? And what a show it was.  The show included an acoustic set accompanied by free-tea made by the rhythm section, then a support slot by the excellent Role Models who were suitably raucous in tone to ready the sold-out crowd for the Eureka’s headline set.  I can’t remember what they played…I’m old, and I’ve slept since then, but I remember that it was just a bloody brilliant night that involved a LOT of dancing.  And for those of us who have been following the band for a while it was just fantastic to see them play to such a large crowd who all appreciated their music.  A night that renewed my faith that talented bands who work their socks off CAN actually make progress and create their own scene.  Incidentally one of my friends told me last week he’d really enjoyed the latest EM album on my recommendation, so may I suggest that if you’re heading to Sonisphere you find time to go and see them?  You absolutely won’t regret it.

Then in April (I think!) I had the absolute pleasure of catching the Blacklist Saints play at the Library in Leeds.  Not only pleasurable as this was the first time I’d managed to see them live, but another night for that reminded me how good and surprising live music can be – the band’s drummer, Matt, having cracked his tailbone that morning, but the band came and rocked out regardless.  All kudos to them for going on with the show and providing an entertaining night.  I can’t wait to catch them, with a drummer, as soon as he’s mended!  They played some really catchy tunes that stuck in my head for days afterwards, particularly the ones from their self-titled EP.  Keep an eye out for these boys, a good night out is guaranteed.

And that, I think, has been it for live music…but the new albums…well, that’s another story…