This weekend I went to Shoreditch with my friend Kate for a noise show there. There were 6 or so bands playing, and I only stayed for a few, having an unfortunate “how will I get home at 11:30 from here” moment, even though I really wanted to see Jackie-O Motherfucker. It sucks to live way out in Hanwell and miss all the good things. Anyway, The venue was really cozy and reminded me of places in SF that I loved. It made me wish I lived over on that side of town in Hackney.
Highlights were paranormal hi-jinx of The Polly Shang Kwan Band. Everyone should go listen to Victim and Survivor on their MySpace page now to hear something that sounds like the aural landscape of Walpugisnacht and the birthing of werewolves. I can’t believe I just told you to go to MySpace. You know it’s good if I’m doing that.
The duo with the unfortunate name of Talibam! blew me away with their touretted-jazz version of Smoke on the Water. Here you can see them playing a morphing version of A Love Supreme:
This was someplace else, but you get the idea. Dig the guy’s panther shirt. He was wearing that on Sunday, too. Rad.
My evening ended with a bang, thanks to the punk-lounge-cabaret act that followed the snore-fest that was Sounds of the Exquisite Corpse– (who all sat on the floor so no one could see what they were doing). Anyway, I was just getting ready to leave when I saw two American dudes in 60’s suits with a drum set tucked away next to the vendor table. One of them was the drummer from Talibam!. Pretty soon they’re wailing out Girl from Ipanema and I want to marry them both. And they were heckled by hipsters, which made me want to marry them again. They were a bit like James Chance by way of clown school.
Here they are playing in waist-deep Coney Island seawater.