We have all been there at some point: One of your favourite bands have just announced that they will be playing a show in London in a couple of months and tickets will be available online the following morning at 9am… You get very excited, you let all your friends know, you set up the alarm ridiculously early and for once you rock up at the office on time…
You prepared everything: The card number is copied and ready to be pasted in the appropriate box, you already had 5 coffees and that makes you look like you’ve been out all night on the booze, you open the webpage 5 minutes earlier feeling really clever compared to all the other idiots that are surely still sleeping, and then… and then something goes wrong…
.. The page is really slow and when it comes back to life it tells that you are number 875 in the queue. You refresh, and refresh, and swear in all the possible languages against all the Saints from above, then you refresh again, then a “little” punch hits either the desk or the laptop, you refresh one more time… And then it’s over… Sold Out in less than 3 minutes!
And that’s what happened to me when I tried to get tickets for Death From Above 1979 at the Electric Ballroom..
The goddamned tickets disappeared within 5 minutes of appearing online.. Huge disappointment and hundreds of thousands of unkind words towards all of the Last Supper attendees.
Luckily my friend Cozza is a living legend and somehow he managed to get me a 20 bucks ticket a couple of hours before gig, completely erasing my plans for a quiet and cozy Monday night at home.
A lot of beers were involved, before, during and after the show, so I don’t remember a lot of details. All I know is that the wall of sound that these 2 fellas from Canada created was like a punch in the face! What an epic gig, and what a tremendous atmosphere!
Right On Frankenstein!, Virgins and Cheap Talk (my 3 favourite tracks from their monumental latest release The Physical World) played at the very beginning of the show not just gave a strong shake to all the souls filling the Ballroom, but also made me and my friends going crazy with the bar orders..
I’m not saying that it was a bad idea, but unfortunately the whole “drinking-like-idiots-shenanigans” made me forget about the rest of the show. As said, it was a great fucking gig, and sometimes when you’re having fun, details are not really necessary.
Not even the time to recover from a terrible two day hangover and Brant Bjork played The Garage just outside Highbury and Islington station.
Impossible not to drink a couple of lagers when BB was on stage, but this time me and Cozza behaved like if we were invited for a 5pm tea at Buckingham Palace, and no crazy shit happened before/during/after the show.
Even if he’s a drummer by nature (Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Vista Chino) it didn’t surprise me seeing him being such a great front-man.
Both guitar riffs and vocals have that touch of desert sound that makes you want to be at the wheel of a really old Chevrolet El Camino, driving without destination through the Sky Valley.
The good thing about The Garage is that it never gets really full and you can easily wander around the venue without getting crazy (I remember being able to walk from the bar to the toilet in less than 20 seconds during a Franz Ferdinand gig).
Not much sing-along on my side, as I concentrating more on the music and on that type of “being stoned” kinda feeling created by the four dudes on stage. They played for 90 minutes more or less, without a single dull or boring moments.
If you are into Low Desert Punk you’ll love this song..
Next gigs on the diary:
Friday 14th November – Truckfighters @ the O2 Academy in Islington
Sunday 16th November – Tinariwen @ the Roundhouse
Wednesday 19th November – Jack White @ the O2 Arena