Cor blimey, gov!

I'll be using this tumblr to vent obsessions/emotions that I would consider socially inappropriate to vent to people directly, so I will tell the universe via the vague anonymity of the internet. Enjoy. Or Don't. It's a free county. sort of.
Sometimes I type some words.

As it turns out, going to see a band purely on the name is a good strategy. You get a name like Soul Sister Dance Revolution and you just have to go, especially if a miscellanous old man recommends them to you. So they play at quarter past one in the morning, another underground club, we go to the barrier purely because we’re tired and need something to lean on, fully expecting a female lead funk//electro band, having neither read nor heard anything by or about this band before. 

What we get is a hard rock band from The Netherlands and soon we hit second wind and dance about, occasionally shoving backwards into the mosh pit that’s developed behind us and everyone tries to highfive the singer between songs. The flimsy barrier lurched forward at one point and it felt like we were the only people holding it up and guy at the keyboard who’s having a whale of a time knocked over a sampler so energetic is definitely a word that’ll get thrown about especially if they can muster that kind of enthusiasm so late a night.

Apparently they’ve been compared to Arctic Monkeys what the fuck, no they do not.

Is Tropical are major fans of strobe lights and I am a big fan of crunchy, danceable techno. Something to flail about to in a packed, sweaty underground venue with low ceilings which prevent one from getting too carried away and trying to pogo. Not that this stopped the guy next to us. It got cut short by the powers that be but what they played was amazing and if you can make a short set that fun then it’s certainly something.

Below are the songs I’ve had stuck in my head since I saw them.

dancing anymore

the greeks

clouds

I saw Merchandise at the The Haunt at The Great Escape. It was amazing, I was paranoid and went two hours early incase it filled up because it’s only a 600 capacity venue and turns out I was right because Palma freaking Violets had just announced they were the mysterious special guests on the programme and the queue was around the block apparently.

Point being, they played In Nightmare Room, and I died.

The most challenging thing is when you’re trying to write an essay and you can see the rest of the flat lounging in the sun. And one of them wanders about shirtless wearing sunglasses that make him look like Duckie from Pretty In Pink and making bubbles, whilst you sit in your room that gets no natural light and stare at the same word document you’ve been looking at for five hours.

Indie Rock Feelings.

Highlights of The Great Escape

The Amazing Snake Heads followed by Merchandise followed by Palma Violets

Is Tropical

Soul Sister Dance Revolution

Brooke Candy

Billy Bragg

Velvet Two Stripes

Dune.

I’ll probably write in some more detail when I don’t have a buttload of proof reading to do.

Palma Violets made a spontaneous appearance at The Great Escape.

You have experienced nothing until you have shoved people and been shoved about in a mosh pit at half two in the morning to the tune of Best of Friends.

Then we all invaded the stage and I got a pick at the end. Fuck me sideways, it was incredible. The atmos was amazing.

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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

—Hunter S. Thompson (via alieworthlivingfor)

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