Well that was a nice surprise, for the most part. I actually don't know the name of the band we primarily went to see; they're not The Fades, so they were either Sunset on Vegas or L-Shaped Room. I do know that Jim was in the band, so respec' to Jim and his crew. I mean band. Whatever they're called. I salute you, and your rock. And I do mean your rock music, not an actual rock. Although if you do take an actual rock to your gigs, that's kind of a unique selling point, and I'd like to see it at some point. (Sorry, it's late...)
Aaaaaaaaah...
It must be said, yes it MUST be said, that the first band weren't exactly, erm, great. They all appeared to be 12, with their mums and Dads waiting in the wings, trying not to burst their cool by dad-dancing a bit too obviously. They failed.
They were all trying to be a bit Kate and Pete: The Next Generation, but instead of 'supermodel,' read 'ditzy schoolgirl,' and instead of 'drug-adled singer,' read 'a bit like the one with the potato-shaped head from McFly.' Oh, and don't 12 year-old girls wear a lot of mascara these days? Seriously, I've seen pandas with less black stuff around their eyes.
Am I getting old? Don't answer that.
Look - how rock 'n roll was this? We got stamped!
Although on closer inspection, they look a bit like post marks. Did someone steal a franking machine?
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