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Sometimes your voice is not enough

I met Alex in the Southern before eight (what is the opposite of "back of"?), which was of course vitally important as he had Nuala's ticket without which I wouldn't get in.

After a swift pint we walked a couple of hundred yards to the Queens Hall and made it to the bar just in time for the support band five-minute bell. They turned out (Alex found out later by looking at the merch stall) to be called Kid Dakota. There were two of them, although only the guitarist came on for the first song. The second revolved around Minuteman missiles and the need to spray the prairies to keep the thistles down, after which the drummer arrived. While the singer/guitarist was tidily dressed in a brown suit, red shirt, and tie, and had a head af short curly brown hir, the drummer was, while also suited, dishevelled and looked (and acted) distressingly like a brown-haired Boris Johnson moonlighting as a jazz drummer. His playing had a slightly ragged feel - intentionally, I'm sure, because it worked rather well - and involved some rather odd rhyhms and unconventional use of the sticks. Overall a quite odd and rather entertaining bunch - unusal songs, oddly played and strangely presented. I liked them. For the last three(ish) songs they were joined by another guitarist and a bassist, which didn't sound as tight or practiced, but was interesting for a bit. The lack of polish here was explained later when we realised that they weren't Kid Dakota people, they were two-thirds of Low.

After a short break, Low came on. This was probably only a little after nine. They weren't terribly surprising, but I enjoyed their set a great deal. I would have thought that they would have played something off the Christmas EP, given that it's the only one of theirs that I know of getting any greate xposure at all, but they didn't and nor did anyone ask for anything from it. There was a lot of the new album, unsurprisingly, which had a nice contrast between their very smooth singing and some fairly rough instrumental sounds. I guess would have liked a little more of their very quiet stuff, but I can't really complain - they played a nice long set (between 1h45 and 2h) without getting boring (always a bonus) and didn't spend ages faffing about before coming back on at the end. The song people were shouting for was Sunflowers, the first from Things we lost in the fire, so they happily played that, and a song about the hairdresser in the sky by a band - British, apparently, although I've never heard of them - called the Music Seen, which was very short and very good (the bassist asked at this point where the Vaselines were from, and the guitarist played something that sounded very like a few seconds of Molly's Lips).

They're not a very showy band. They came on, said hello and played a load of songs very straightforwardly with some chat (although apparently less than usual) in between. It felt very friendly and, I suppose, even intimate - which would be a first for me at the Queens Hall even though it's a pretty small place. There was a woman in a Pixies shirt (actually, there were loads of indieish women - indieish in a good boho kind of way - which was quite nice) and I was tempted to tell her . . . but I didn't. The crowd was considerably bigger than for Giant Sand the other week, but similarly quiet and polite. It seemed quite a couplish gig, too. I was good again, though, and didn't tell anyone to get rooms, hardly.

After that Alex insisted on being dragged kicking and screaming to K Jackson's, where he manfully agreed to sink a couple of pints (purely for the public good, of course). The usual mob were there. It was very pleasant.

Today I've been pottering aound the house, moving bookcases and plants and that sort of thing. Neon later . . . Neon much later. Tempted to play some Mudhoney.
  • Current Mood: Cheery
  • Current Music: Low - Sunflowers
I don't get out that much and I enjoyed it immensley. Cheers!
You're very welcome - it was indeed much fun. Any time. Thanks for bringing the ticket.
I do miss being able to just pop out to various bands close at hand. Ah well, such is the sacrifice of living in peace and space. I had a good run. I chose to move on.

I remember Chumbawamba, The Battlefield Band, The MacCalman's, Gregson Collister, The Fiddle Puppets, Avalon, Seanache, Tori Amos and many many more at the Queen's Hall during the 1990s.