Cinema, gig
On Wednesday, I went out for drinks with some work people. I talked to Suede about Berlin and tried to keep my gaze at eye-level. Afterwards, I went home on the bus, slightly drunk, laid my head against the window and listened to The Paper Chase, my mind in a happy fog, and wondered why I don’t get drunk every night.
Last night, I killed time (ack ack ack) at work before heading to Kings Cross. I wasn’t particularly interested in the other bands, so I went to see Twilight: New Moon at the cinema nearby. It was sold out, so I saw 2012, instead. That sucked. I left half way through and got to the venue about ten p.m.
The Black Heart Procession came on and played the best song of their set: one of the creepy, slow, wavery ones they specialise in with the main guy on saw and vocals, the second guy on piano and the third on violin. The middle section was a disappointment: straight-up southern blues. But they brought it back with some faster songs that added lots of screeching and howling guitars.
I went to get a drink and drank it as I waited for Shit and Shine to come on. They spent forty-five minutes setting up their five drum kits. Just before the last tube left, they came on, two of them in bunny masks, two dressed like chavs, two normal, one transformed from librarian-type to bizarrely sexy maybe it was her prominent lips face-painted buttons for eyes like Coraline girl, and they started playing.
First, some tapping on cymbals, second, an overdriven synth came in, third, they exploded into a du-du du-du– drum riff. A rabbit and a chav talked garble into effected mics and the synth went on. It was all kind of funny and head-noddy at the same time. The closest I can think of is Swans’s hypnotism.
After they finished, I set off home. I missed the last buses from Kings Cross and eventually shared a cab to Brixton with a nice girl and an annoying Australian girl who spent the journey fantasising about snowboarding off buildings.