I feel so grown up, this is the first time I've booked a hotel room to stay in London over night (well I did get a hotel room after seeing Jello Biafra at The Union Chapel but that was because I missed the last train home.) Got the train up from work, checked in, had a quick shower, battled my way past pissed up twats queuing to get in clubs along King's Cross Road and headed straight for Kentish Town. I missed Pissed Jeans (with a name like that I imagine I'd like them), caught the end of a weird Psychedelic band called Wooden Shjips, who wear what appear to be gold foil covered turbans while they play, I might have been able to get into them if I saw their set from the start but not while I'm trying to get served at the bar.

Om: Oh joy of joys, I didn't miss them after all. They start with At Giza, even though I didn't see them with the original drummer, this guy seems waaaaaaaaaaaaay more energetic, the song sounds a lot more punchier and during the breaks when it's just Al playing and singing the drummer is getting up from the drum stool, jumping up and down and taking swigs of beer. Even though they aren't much to watch live it is still possible to close your eyes and get lost in their beautifully hypnotic music. They play one more song (which I recognised but couldn't for the life of me remember what it's called) and leave. I know most of their songs are ten to fifteen to even twenty minutes long but they could have squeezed in one of the sorter songs from Pilgrimage.



Les Savy Fav: I didn't really know what to expect, they started off with the theme music from the original Dawn Of The Dead with people dressed as zombies shuffling across the stage, then the band came on dressed as policemen with replica guns shooting all of them, then they started playing. They were actually a really good Indie Rock band, I may have to check out their stuff. Highlights included the singer wading out into the crowd and having an Alan Partridge moment where he argued...

I feel so grown up, this is the first time I've booked a hotel room to stay in London over night (well I did get a hotel room after seeing Jello Biafra at The Union Chapel but that was because I missed the last train home.) Got the train up from work, checked in, had a quick shower, battled my way past pissed up twats queuing to get in clubs along King's Cross Road and headed straight for Kentish Town. I missed Pissed Jeans (with a name like that I imagine I'd like them), caught the end of a weird Psychedelic band called Wooden Shjips, who wear what appear to be gold foil covered turbans while they play, I might have been able to get into them if I saw their set from the start but not while I'm trying to get served at the bar.

Om: Oh joy of joys, I didn't miss them after all. They start with At Giza, even though I didn't see them with the original drummer, this guy seems waaaaaaaaaaaaay more energetic, the song sounds a lot more punchier and during the breaks when it's just Al playing and singing the drummer is getting up from the drum stool, jumping up and down and taking swigs of beer. Even though they aren't much to watch live it is still possible to close your eyes and get lost in their beautifully hypnotic music. They play one more song (which I recognised but couldn't for the life of me remember what it's called) and leave. I know most of their songs are ten to fifteen to even twenty minutes long but they could have squeezed in one of the sorter songs from Pilgrimage.



Les Savy Fav: I didn't really know what to expect, they started off with the theme music from the original Dawn Of The Dead with people dressed as zombies shuffling across the stage, then the band came on dressed as policemen with replica guns shooting all of them, then they started playing. They were actually a really good Indie Rock band, I may have to check out their stuff. Highlights included the singer wading out into the crowd and having an Alan Partridge moment where he argued with a security guard who wouldn't let him onto the balcony, so he just got on the ledge and walked passed him, also later in the set when people handed up parts of their Halloween costumes for him to put on.

Shellac: Keeping in with the Halloween theme the band came out dressed as classic horror monsters; Steve Albini as The Mummy, Bob Weston as Frankenstein's Monster and Todd Trainer as Dracula. Started with Crow and played a good mix of songs from all their albums. Bob groaned in character instead of singing all the way through which was kind of funny until he ruined my favourite Shellac song, A Minute, it was funny when Todd kept getting up from his drums, hiding behind his cape and suddenly hissing at the crowd. They played Wingwalker which was a pleasant surprise. Before the last two song Steve told everyone that he'd like to have all of us ritually sacrificed and buried with him. They endend with Prayer To God and Spoke.









Had to walk all the way to fucking Camden to get stiffed for fifteen quid for a fucking cab back to King's Cross, slept a bit, got up early, checked out, went to Victoria, got a train to Chatham, did my weekly food shopping and came home. I'm fucking tired now.